StNicholas [serial] . rubber-coat belonging to the agentYou cant be any wetter, he said coolly, and Idont need to be! And the agent never said aword. To make this next photograph I tried to get asclose to the machine as I could. When they camedown and struck the water, there was a repetitionof the former display of waterworks, and I tookthe picture again at the right time. But theagent, to vent on some one of us his playfulspite for the fun we had had at his expense,had steered as close to me as he dared. And sothat beautiful arching mountain of spray caughtme fair and square, drenched my came
StNicholas [serial] . rubber-coat belonging to the agentYou cant be any wetter, he said coolly, and Idont need to be! And the agent never said aword. To make this next photograph I tried to get asclose to the machine as I could. When they camedown and struck the water, there was a repetitionof the former display of waterworks, and I tookthe picture again at the right time. But theagent, to vent on some one of us his playfulspite for the fun we had had at his expense,had steered as close to me as he dared. And sothat beautiful arching mountain of spray caughtme fair and square, drenched my camera, ruinedmy clothes,—which happened to be flannel,—andutterly destroyed my temper, for a moment. Irecovered in a short time, and joined in the laughat my expense, and the plates and the cameraescaped serious injury. As the result of it all the agent had a check fora new car, the man who doubted has a newautomobile,—I have some fine pictures, and youhave the whole story, pictures, automobile, duck-ing, and all!. /.—.D DEBBYS DILEMMA BY CAPT. HAROLD HAMMOND Author of Pinkey Perkins Autumn was the awful word that Debby could nt spell;With other words it seemed to her she got along quite teacher kept her in one day until she could rememberThe spelling of the season which ends with bleak November. For one half hour poor Debby sat, but memory failed to aid herOr bring before her saddened eye the word which had delayed her. At last, when deep dejection seemed to shut out every hope,A happy thought broke through the gloom, and Debby ceased to stupid of me, silly,—why, it is nt hard at all!Few people call it Autumn and I surely can spell Fall.
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