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Standish, Burt L. 1866-1945
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LARGEST WEEKLY CIRCULATION IN AMERICA , / • 'r .,; i ss u e d W eek!J. By S ubscription $2.50 per year. Entere d as Second Class Matte r ar New York Post Office by Sl'REET & SMI T H , 238 Wzlliam St .. N. Y. No. 352. . Price, Five Cents. J US T WHEN BALL SE.1'11lED ABOUT TO LE.-\.VE THE ALLEY, IT 'fUOK A REMARKABLE SHOOT AROU ND THE END OF THE DEADWOOD , AND SWEPT DOWN THE PINS.


i (LARGE SIZE.) f If you pave not read them, look over this catalogue and you will read a list of stories * unexcelled in any part of this world to-day. __ Don't fail to rea d thes e stories if y o u h ave not already. I 319-Dick Merriwell as Captain; or, In Spite of His Enemies. 320-Dick Merriwell's Peril; or, Hugo Darkrnore's Last Deed. J21-Dick Merriwell Challenged; or, Getting Into Fast Company. 322-Dick' Merriwell's Team; or, The Young Wonders of the Diamond. 323-Dick Merriwell's Confidence; or, The Spirit That Wins. Merriwell's Shot; or, For Life or Death. 325-Dick Merriwell's Triumph; or, The Finish of the Season. 326-Frank Merriwell on Deck; or, Getting Into Mad River League. 327-Dick Merriwell in Trim; or, The 0Boy Wonder of the League. 3f!8-Frank Merriwell's Honor; or, Defying the Boss of the League. 329-Dick Merriwell's Danger; or, The Secret Order of the League. 330-Frank Merriwell's Fracas; or, Hot Times in Mad River League. 331-Dick MerriwelFs Diamond; or, -Fighting for the Lead in the League. 332-Frank Merriwell's Turn; or, The Greatest Game of the Season. 333-Dick Mer r iwell's New Ball; or, The Boy \i\Tonc\ei at His Best. 334-Frank Merriwell's "Ginger;" or, Winning an Uphill Game. 335-Dick Merriwell's Stroke; or, Unmasking the Man , of Mystery . . 336-Frank Merriwe l l's Winners; or, Landing on Top in Mad RiYer League. ; 337-Dick :Merriwell's Return; or, Back Again to the Old School. 338-Dick 1frrriwell's Difficulties; or, Making Up the Ele\ ' en. 339-Dick Merriwell's Mercy; or, The First Game on the Gridiron. 340-Dick Merriwell's Dash; or, Playing Fast and Fair. 341-Dick Merriwell's Set; or, Friends and Foes at Fardale. 342-Dick Merriwell's Ability; or, The Young Gladiators of the , Gricliron . 343-Dick Merriwell's Mascot; or, By Luck or 'Pluck. 344-Dick Merriwell's Trust; or, Friendship True and Tried. 345-Di. ck Merriwell's Success; or, Bound to be a Winner. 346-Dick Merriwell's Determination; or, The Courage tha . t Conquers . 347-Dick Merriwell's Readiness; or, Who Stole the Papers? 348--Dick Merriwell's Trap; or, Snaring a Spook. 349_:_Dick M _erri well's Vim; or, The Greatest Game of All. 350-Dick Merriwell's Lark; or, Beaten at Every Turn. 351-Dick Merriwell's Defense; or, Up Against the Great Eaton Five. _ 352-Dick Merriwell's Dexterity: or, Hot Work to the Finish. . . .. With TIP T oP No. 285 begins t h e now famo u s Farda1e Series, in which Dick has entered the good o l d schoo l at which the career of Frank Merriwel1 also began spme years ago. Thousands of young Ameri cans will want to rea d of the fine things tha t D ick Merriwell h as done, is doing and will i n the future do. STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., -lNew York.. •+ • ...


/SSUl!d Wee•ly. 8y Si.bscri}tio" $a.Jo fler ye11r. E•tereff a1 Sect,,.d M11tter at 1116 N. Y. Post Office, ST!t!:l!:T &: SMITH, '18 William St., N. y, Entered accordzn1r to .Act of Conpess zn the year rQQJ, zn the Office of the Li!Jraria" of Cong-ress, Waslnizgton, .D. C. No. 352. NEW YORK, January 10, 1903. Five Cents. DICK MERRIWELL' S DEXTERITY; • OR, Hot Work to the Finish. By L STANDISH. CHAPTER L building5, being employed in various capacities, one NAGGING A HUSTLER. of which was \\aitiug 011 the It was supper hour in the mess hall at Fardale. The By the faculty, and by all others under certain cir. four long tables were surrounded by the members of the four classes. There was a more or less subdued murmur of conversation and laughter. Discipline at mes5 was much harped upon at the academy. It was not always maintained. "Say, pard," said Brad Buckhart, leaning toward Dick, "whatever is that bunch of plebes doing to the hustler? They seem to be having dead loads of fun with him." "Hustler" was the name applied by the cadets at Fardale to any student helper about the school, and there were a number of these, who were sons of poor par ents and were helping themselves through the acad emy course by performing certain services about the cumstances, these boys were called "helpers," but or dinarily the cadets preferred to speak of them as "hus tlers," as they were compelled to hustle in order to get along. ' At the mess table the waiters for each class were selected from that particular class. There fore, it was that those who waited on the senior class were, as a rule, the most expert, having had three years of experience; while those who looked after the plebes were oftentimes bltindering and awkward. It was also a noteworthy fact that the first class men treated all hustlers with far more consideration and respect than was granted them by the plebes. Between the plebes and the first class were the


2 TIP TOP WEEKLY. yearlings and the second class, and it was noteworthy that their treatment of the hustlers progressed in moderation as they progressed toward graduation. Fardale was a democratic school, where a boy was not gauged by his ancestors or the wealth of his parents, but by what he proved himself to be. This was the reason why Chester Arlington had failed to make a great impression, although it was his boast that his father was the great railroad magnate, D. Roscoe Arlington, one of the astonishingly wealthy men of America. Chester had impressed the plebes to some extent, but his boasting had caused other classes to laugh, and certain it' is that many of the cadets failed entirely to place confidence in him simply because he boasted. On this particular evening it was plain that something was happening among the plebes. Dick had no ticed it before Buckhart spoke. There was consider able laughter, and there was much glancing toward one of the waiters, a red-haired, freckle-faced, awkward lad, whose left cheek was marred by an ugly scar. Dick haq noticed this particular plebe before, for, although the fellow was very quiet and unassuming, the scar upon his cheek was sufficient to attract attention. "They are doing something to him," said Dick. "It's Arlington's crowd." "Sure as shooting, and Chet is right in it, you bet your chaps! He's always ready to pester any one he can. ,, "There is something on the fellow's back." "I see it." "Do you know him?" "\ell, no, norie whatever to speak of, partner. Yon see, he's a plebe, and this here class of plebes don't hold many galoots I care io mingle with to any great extent. But I've heard his name. " had slyly pinned on the fellow's back a large square card that looked like this: "This explains . their great amusement at his expe11se," said Dick. "It one of Chester Arlington's bright tricks." "That onery critter ought to be compelled to wear that decoration himself as long as he stays here at Fardale !" exclaimed Buckhart. "He had, I know !" Fellows at other tables saw the card on Flint's back and called the attention of friends to it. There was considerable s uppres s ed laughter, and then somebody broke forth : "Hee-haw! hee-haw !" It was a bra ying sound like that made by a jackass. Flint has t ened o n, bis face crimson. He knew they " ere laughing at him , yet he

TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 the color left h i s face and he turned pale, while he s till l oo ked at the laughing jester in a queer way that showed his heart was throbbing hot and fierce in his bosom. The plebes laughed heartily at Chester's joke, and Arlington, quite satisfied with his ow11iwit, inquired: "Hav e y o u e ver read Shakespeare ' s 'Midsummer l'\ight's Dream,' my goo d fellow?" " N o , sy." "How unfortunate! H a d y o u read it, you w o uld know how you lo o k when I call you B o ttom. \!Vhat have you read?" "I have red hair," answer ed Flint. This brought ab out an unusual explosion of mirth. Arlington was pttzzled, for he could not tell whether the plebe was jesting himself or whethe r he was really stupid . "Quite true," he s aid. "It is a lovely rus s et hue. ff I were y o u I'd go dye. " Flint seemed to have great difficulty in repre ssing a saucy answer. " \Vell," said B uckhart, to D i ck, "I'd jttst like to see tha t f e llow jump straddl e of Chet Arlington and drive the spurs t o him. And I wouldn't wonder if he mi ght be able t o do it. He lo o ks lik e a ri ght abl ebodied chap." "And he doesn't lo o k to me like a fellow with a mild and g e ntle t e mper. " observev he gave Chester a lo o k as if he wanted to eat him up." Brad w a s quiv e 1 :i11g with the desire to see a racket. N o w he call e d, in a l o w tone: "Sic him, Flint! Put your brand on the critter!" Che s t e r turned instantly and looked toward the yearlings' table. "\Vho s aid it?" he asked of Hector Marsh, who sat near him. \"fas it one of the Merriwell crowd?" M a rsh n odded. "They a re not worth with supreme disd a in. g la ss o f water." noticing," declared Chester, "Here, sir"-to Flint-"a The hustler hastened to pour the water, but in handing it o ver Chester's shoulder he seemed to make a miss tep and empty the entire contents down the fellow's neck. Arlingto n uttered an exclamation of anger and started up, while Dick and his friends laughed out right. "You blundering duffer!" grated the drenched plebe, glaring at flint. The hu s tler begged his pardon, but the joke was n ow on Arlington, and he did not take it well. "You ought to have your spotted face punched!" he declared. "Sic him, Flint!" called Buckhart, again. But Flint made no mo v e to resent the words of Chester. Arlington used his handkerchief to wipe off the w a ter, r esuming his seat at the table ii;i no pleasant humor. CHAPTER II. THE MESS HALL RIOT. \Vhizz !-something flew past Buckhart's head and struck Chip J olliby on the nose. It was a piece of bread, and Chip uttered an exclamation of surprise. cla ppin g his h and to his nose. "Gug-gug-gug-great Scott!" he chattered. The plebes seemed busy eatipg, and it was impossible to tell who had thrown the bread. However, in a moment, Chip sent it _ flying back, and his was true, for he hit Arlington on the ear . Chest e r was furious. "Thi s is an outrage!" he grated, glaring round. J olliby did not seem to know anything had hap pened. In a m o ment Billy Bradley was struck by something from the plebes' table. " 'Old hon!" exclaimed the Cockney youth. "Hi am no target, don't y' 'now!" "You're a mark," snee r ed Arlington, in a low tone. "You're hanother !" retorted Billy, warmly. "There's trouble brewing. Brad," murmured Dick, who knew welt enough what this business would lead to . "There will be something doing directly." "Let it come," said Brad. "I have been looking for it ever since the day the plebes tried to hold the s.tairs. I reckon we can make it right lively for them." In a few moments articles of food were flying about promiscuously. Obediah Tubbs, the fat boy, being now "out cf training," was permitted to eat pi _e. Somehow he had bribed a hustler to bring him a custard pie, w!-iich he tried to guard as the tumult grew. "Dern my picier !" he squeaked. "I wanted to keep that pie to top off with, and I'm afeared somebody will rupture it with a cruller or a hunk of ' •op throwin' things this way I I ain't done northing!"


/ 4 . TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Order! order!" commanded a stern voice. When the boys saw that, there was a great roar of But the point had passed when the outbreak could laughter, and the fusillade stopped. be easily repressed. Obediah nearly collapsed. He turned pale and stag-"Soak them, fellows!" grated Chester Arlington, gered. urging on the plebes. "Oh, Lordy !" he gt:rgled. "Now I have done it! He caught up a glass and sent it flying at Dick's Now I'm in for !" head, but Merriwell dodged, and the glass was smashed The professor gasped for breath and seemed to be against the wall. clutching at the empty air for support. In another moment there was a great uproar. The , Then he dug some of the custard pie out of his eyes members of the two ' classes rose and missiles of all and looked round for the one who had thrown it. kinds began to fill the air. "\Vhere is he!" he rasped, furiously, waving his It faappened that the head professor had been noticane. "Who did it? Where is he? I'll have his life!" fied shortly before that trouble was brewing in the He seemed to start straight for Obediah, who ut- • 111 css hall, and he came hastening to the scene of tumult. tcred a squeal of terror and sought to crawl under the . \s he came in at the great double doors and beheld the table. conflict he threw up his hands in horror, thunder-"Let me get hold of him!" came furiously from the strnck for the moment. enraged professor. "Let me place my hands on the "This is dreadful!" , he gasped. "It is scandalous! wretch!" It is a disgrace!" "Save me!" palpitated the fat boy. He started down the hall between the two tables, "Git!" advised Earl Gardner. '.'Skip out of this! shaking his cane over his head and crying: I dort't believe he has recognized you!" "Young gentlemen! Young gentlemen! This must Obed scrambled along on his hands and knees. st<".lp ! This must stop!" • The professor's spectacles were befogged by the cus-The missiles continued to fly, however, whistling tard pie, but he realized that somebody was trying to about his ears. As he realized this he began to duck get away, and he set after Tubbs, commanding him and dodge in a .most laughable manner, but he per-to stop. sisted in shouting for them to stop. The boy . s were screaming with laughter. Discipline Something struck his hat and knocked it from his was routed in the mess hall for the time being. Never head. before in the history of Fardale had there been such "Why, this is a riot!" he cried, waving his cane and a scene in that great hall. his empty hand in the air. "It shall be investigated! Tubbs was terrifi,ed beyond measure. His desperate I'll have the ringleaders expelled!" desire was to get away somewhere, anywhere, but to But that did not stop !hem, and, finding himself still escape from the furious head professor. in peril of being hit, the professor made a dash to reach Obediah stumbled to his feet and fell over a bench. the lower end of the hall and get out of the way of the He got up again and went crashing over his own fusilade. feet, seeming to shake the whole building with the imAs he dashed forward he was just in time to meet pact of his fall. Groaning, panting, he managed to with disaster, . get up and rush from the room in a blind manner. He Obediah Tubbs had been pelted until his anger was heard clattering feet close behind him, and he sough fully aroused, and at last he resented it. to get out by the back way. Jerking open a door, he "Dern my picter !" he squeaked, getting up. "They went slam! bang! crash! down a flight of stairs into don't nobody slam it to me like this without gittin' it the basement. 'back! Take that, consarn ye!" He hurled the whole of his custard pie at a yearling who was laughing at him. I The pie flew through the air and struck Professor Gunn squarely in the face 1 -I t spa t tered out over the professor's face in a perfec::t shower. "Dern my picter !" he gasped. "I'm in the suller l I'm ketched now!" The light was dim doW\l there. He looked around for some . way of escape, but could see none. "He's coming!" whispered the desperate fellow, as he heard a noise at the head of the ' stairs. '!He'll have me in a minute! • Then the jig'll be up! Back I'll go


... TIP TOP WEEKLY. 5 -to that darned old ranch out in the Pan Handle country, an' I'd ruther be shot!" He saw a door and opened it. Then he plunged into the great coal bin, pulling the door shut behind him. "Ain't this jest my luck!" he muttered, as he crawled over the coal on his hands and knees and began to burrow in a corner. "Obediah Tubbs, you was a fool \ to throw a good pie away any!1ow !" He heard a noise outside and kept quite still. His heart jumped when a piece of coal went rolling and rattling down the heap. "Somebody's out there huntin' fer me," he thought. ''If I eYer git outer this scrape you bet I'll take keer not tcr git inter another. Somehow it's alwns pie that gits me inter trouble." After a time the noise ceased, but still he did not dare leave the coal bin. He was certain a persistent search was being made for him, and he believed some one would finally come looking for him in the coal bi11. With this idea fixed firmly in his mind, he burrowed still deeper in the coal, seeking to pile it over him so he would not be seen. It was a most uncomfortable position. The hard pieces of coal hurt him, but still he remained quiet. Several times he heard steps and his heart ceased temporarily to beat. He heard the steady tread of marching boys, and knew the cadets were leaving the mess hall by classes. Then again there were steps on the stairs. Some body walked about in the base1'.1ent. I t was the janitor, and he finally came to the coal bin for coal. He had a light, and Obediah was filled with fresh alarm, for the janitor \rnllld surely betray him to Professor Gunn, being a crabbed, ill-natured old fellow who de tested the cadets in general. The janitor mu'.tered something about the coal bin being unfasteirecl. Then he shoYeled up s ome coal and placed it outside in a scuttle. "\fter thi:::, he took the light and \Yent out, closing the door. Obediah listened, his heart sinking, for he heard the janitor locking the door of the coal bin. Then the man moved away, and soon he could be heard . no longer . Obediah was a prisoner in the coal bin. CHAPTER III. IN THE COAL BIN. After a time Obediah rose up, the coal rattling off him. It was dark down there in the bin. "This is a dinged fine place to sleep for the night!" he obseiYed, in a disgusted squeak . "I've gotter git out." He crept onr the coal and slid down to the front of the bin, with a great rattling that se emed loud as thunder in his ears. For some time he sat listening. wondering if all that racket had not been heard. E,i clently it had not. Coal dust filled his nose and set him to sneezing. "Dear me 1 he gasped. 'That" s \Hiss than takin' snuff! It near snapped my head off: Then he felt for the door and found it, but, as he had feared, it was securely locked. "Well, by Jim!" he muttered, dolefully. "This is a pritty kittle of fish! How be I goin' to git out? I never was in such a ding fix before." Obediah was disgusted with himself and e\erything else. "Pie will be the ruination of me yit !" he snapped. "If I could do it. I'd swear off on pie an' never have northing more to do with it. I wish there 'vas a Keely cure for pie-eatin'. I'd take it." He worked at the door a long time, but it would not budge. He was a prisoner. The suffering of Obediah cannot be adequately de scribed. He longed to shout, yet feared to do so . If there was one thing in the world he dreaded more than all others it was expulsion from Fardale, which meant that he would certainly have to return to the Texas ranch. To confess the truth, Obediah did not love Texas. To make a still more complete confession, he almost hated it. Brought up in Ne\v England, amid the hills and the vYoods, the long level reaches of Texas land were monotonous and appalling to him. As he ex pressed it. "there \Yarn"t no hills fer a feller to rest his eyes aginst. He had longed to get away to school. Jlc ha

" I 6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. Merriwell, and he had resolved that he would show the cade ts a thing or two when he got there. And, strange to say, he had "made good" at both baseball and football, to the a st o nishment of almost everybody. How did he do it? The secret was not much of a sec ret. As a much younger boy Obediah had not been so extremely fleshy, and he had learned baseball be fore going onto a ranch. had never forgotten it. And when he came to. Fardale he was resolved with a m ighty resolution to get into the game and play for all th e re was in him. He went at it in deadly earnest, and no failure discouraged him. "I will do it I" was his motto. The boy or man who has such a motto and sticks to it persistently is bound to succeed. For him there is no such thing as failure. But Obediah's abnormal taste for pie, acquired before he left the "Great Pie Belt of New England," had cau s ed him no end of trouble . He had tried to train, b ut training diet excluded pie, and he never could seem t o do his best without . a diet of pie. Dick Merri well discovered this, and therefore an exception was made in favor of the fat boy, who was permitted to have plenty of pie. But what would have been an overabundance for others proved an insufficiency for Obediah, and he re sorted to many questionable methods in order to ob tain plenty of pie and allay his desire for it. As a result, he was forever getting into scrapes on account of pie, and his present predicament seemed the most . desperate. If he were to remain in the basement until morning he would be reported as missing from his room, and he would pass a most wretched night. E v en in the morning, after the janitor . came down to the base ment, he might not escape without discovery. If he set up a great racket and attracted attention it was almost certain to bring him up before the _ fac ulty. So Obedi a h sat down on the coal and groaned, and the minutes seemed hours as they dragged past with leaden feet. It seemed to him that he had been locked in there for years when he was startled by sounds outside. His heart jumped and pounded. . He kept perfectly still and listened . Somebody was descending the stairs. There seemed to be more than one. Who were they? What were they doing r Why had they come to the cellar? Obediah heard them moving about and spe aking in low tones . Through cracks in the b i n a l ight sh o ne in, but he dared not m ove to peer out, f ea r i n g to s e t the coal to rattling and thus betray himself. After a time , however, the searchers came to the coal bin and tried the door. "He can't be in there," said one. "The door is locked, and he could not get in." They were hunting for him I Obediah held his breath. "I declare, partner, I was right sure he ran down here into the basement. He may have hinked out by this time, though." Ob e diah's heart began to thump wildly. "Well, we have searched the place all over, Brad." "Then come on, pard; we'll have to look elsewhere for him." "Not by a jugful you won't I" squeaked Obediah, joyously , as he scrambled to his feet. "I'm right in here! Open the door an' Jet me out!" Dick Mer r iwell and Brad Buckhart were outside that door, and t hey uttered exclamations of surprise on hearing Tubbs ' excited voice coming from within the coal bin. "Well, may I be sh o t for a boss thief!" exclaimed the Texah. Dick laughed. "Well, we 've found him," he said; "but how did he ge t in there and lock himself in?" "I'll tell you all about that arter you git me out," spluttered fat b oy. "How long have I been in here? Dern m.v p i cter if it don't seem more'n four-d

I TIP TOP 1lv'EEKL Y. 7 All we need is a screwdriv er. \\There is your com bi nation knife, Brad?'' "Right here," said Buckhart, producing the knife. Dick quickly the screwdriver p ortion of the knife and went at the lock. "\Ve'll have you out of your cage in less than five minutes, Obed," he promised. "Yo u bet your punkins I'm glad of that!'.' was the j o yous answer of the fat boy. "Did the perfesser find out who it was that hit him with the pie?'' "I don't think !:lo. No one told him. But we' ve b e en searching for you, for ''"e knew s uspici o n w ould fall on you if you did not get to your room to-night. .. In a few minutes Dick removed the screws that held the lock on the door and swung the door open as the l o ck dropped off. Then the fat boy came out, ancl " hen they saw him they staggeied and gasped. Obediah '"as a spectacle. His face and hands were alm os t as black as those of a negro, while his clothing was also black and covered with coal dust. ''vVell, for heaven's sake!" exploded Buckhart, nearly dropping the fluttering candle he carried. ''What is this?" "What's the matter with ye?" demanded Tubbs, who did not realize at that moment just how he looked. They fell to laughing at him. "vVell, now, it may be a big joke." he SCJUeaked; "but you wouldn't think so if you was in my place! " Dick suddenly made a gesture for silence. They heard sounds at the head of the stai r s. "Somebody is coming!" hissed Merri well. "Out with that light!'' Brad gave a puff, extinguishing the candle, and they were plunged into sudden darkness. CHAPTER IV. THE FIGHT THE BASEMENT. The door was opened above, a light gleamed down the stairs, and then came heavy footsteps descending. There was more than one person-there were sev eral. The one in advance bore a dark lantern, which threw a bright light ahead of them. "We're caught!" whispered Buckhart. "Vve're in for it, sure as shooting!" Dick was trying to make out who was coming down into the basement. This was no easy matter unrler the circumstances, but he wa, s determined to make the. discovery. \Vi th ail the strength of his wi 11 he demanded mentally that one of them should speak betray himself. He concentrated a mighty eff ort i ; 1 this mental demand, at the same time folly belie, ing tf1at what he wished would happen. Almost immediately one of the fellows said, in a lo\\ tone: "Do you see anything of them, Chet?'' Chester Arlington was there, and Dick recogniz e d the voice of the speaker ' as that of Hector ATlington's latest confidant and tool. But there were more than Arlington and Marsh. Others " ere following. There were at lea t fiy e of them. Dick grasped Buckhart's arm and whispered in his ear: "Arlington and his gang! They have followed u s here! vVe are in for a fight!" "Let it coi11e !" returnee! the Texan, without h esi tation. "\Ve'll brand the bunch!" Now at this hour, when the mess hall above was de serted, when the kitchen be deserted also, when, in fact, there might not be a solitary person on the lower floor of the Barracks Building, a great racket in the basement might pass without notice. At another season o f the year, with the narrow basement windo\YS open to ventilate the place, and with cadets ouLicle i11 t he open air, such a racket would surely be heard. The five crowded onto the stairs, and the boys be low heard the last one close the door behind him. Then they came on again, one in with the dark lantern. As they reached the foot of the stairs the light of the la1ttern was flashed about the place. It fell on Tubbs and his rescuers. They were discovered! "There they are!" exclaimed one of Arlington's gang. The gang halted again. Then, in a hoarse voice 9 command, Chester cried: "You are our prisoners! Throw up your hands!" They were armed! Four of tlilem ca 'rried rifles, such as the cadets used in drilling. The one with the lantern was in tfie middle, with. two fellows on each side of him. They formed a line, and the four rifles were lifted and leveled at the three boys who been caught in the basemenl •


8 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Well, dog my cats!" muttered Buckhart. "What do y o u think of that?" " Ready!" breathed Dick;. " All ready!" assured Brad. "Then--charge !" If Arlington and his friends had thought to frighten Merriwell and Buckhart they quickly discovered they had made a great mistake, for those two indomitable:! spirits did not hesitate to dash straight toward the leveled rifles, feeling fully that the ones who held the rifles had no thought of firing. They were right. The rifles were not even loaded. But Chester Arlington had made the mistake of fancying they would serve to cow Dick and Brad so that the y earling s could easily be made captives. R ight a t those leveled rifles sprang the two lads, and the surpri sed plebes quickly lowered their weapons. The ne x t moment the two yearlings were swinging into Arlington' s c rowd in earnest, using their fis ts effectively. • " \:Vh o op !" roared Buckhart , in the joyo us delight of b a ttle . "Put your fives to ' em good and plenty, pard' ! W e'll show this \1ere bunch that they are up against a pair of rampaging grizzlies!" The plebes uttered cries and were compelled to drop their rifles and defend themselves. In doing this they quickly found they had their hands full. Not all of them dropped the rifles. O n e of them reversed his and struck Buckhart a blow with the butt, send ing the sturdy Texan reeling and dazed. This gav e the others an opportunity to concentrate themselves on Dick, and in the semi-darkness, for the light of the lantern was n o t directed on them con stantly, there w as every p ros p e ct that might soo n find himself outmatched. But there w a s yet another person to take a hand in the encounter. OlJediah Tubbs was not a lad to de sert his friends at such a moment. They had come to his rescue, and now he rushed forward to give them what aid he could . As Obediah came rushing into the mid st o f the fray he uttered a shrill yell. The light of the le:ntern was $brown full upon him, and i t reve a led a most terrible-l o oking o bject. Ap parently Ob ed iah was a huge, fierce-appearing negro, and the sight" of him completely unnerved the lantern holdt:r, who dropped the light in his terror and con sternation. Obediah struck against one of the Arlington crowd and sent the fellow flying. The lantern lay on its side on the cement floor of the basement, smoking and giving out a very dim light. Round about the dropped lantern the battle raged furiously, but Obediah proved a terror that struck dis may to the souls of the enemy. Not one of them rec ognized the fat boy, and all seemed to think him a veritable black demon. Arlington and his warriors were routed. They ut tered cries of fear and fled stumbling up the stairs. Not all of them. Hector Marsh had been hurled against the wall with such violence that he was stunned and lay still. Dick and Obediah pursued the flying plebes, giving them a few parting "love taps. " But, at the head o f the stairs, Dick realized Buckhart was not with them , and he stopped the fat boy. "Brad!" he called. From do\vn in the bas e ment came an answering groan. "Ji mminy piped Obed ia h. "He mu s t be down there now !" "Let's go back and see , " said Dick. So once more they descended the stairs. The la n t ern was stiil smoking, and Dick picked it up. The glass, however, was so covered with smoke th a t it permitted only wretched light to escape. "He! he! he!" snickered the fat b oy. "Didn't we jes t ro u s e it to them f ellers! V v e did give 'em gowdy, an' that's a fact!" 1 The dim ligh t sh o we d a fig ure huddl e d against the wall. They ben t oYer t he form. an d Dick held the lan t e rn close to the fe l l o w 's face. " Hect o r M a r sh!" he e xcl ai m e d : " D e rn m y p i ct e r if 'tain't ! " s a id Obediah . "Guess I must ha v e butt e d him inter the w all here an' it kinder kn oc ked him out." "But where is B r ad?" They stepped upon the rifl es , which had been dropped, and then they found Buckhart, who was sitting up, holding onto his head with both hands and staring at them in a dazed way. "Hello, old man!"exclaimed Dick, relieved. "What's the matter?" "I mu .st have . been struck by lightning!" said Brad, rather thickly. "Anyhow, I saw more than four mil-


TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 lion sky roc kets I Where is little Chettie and his gang o f rustl er s ?" "Stamped ed," l a . u g hed Dick. "They broke away and dug out." "And I didn't have half a sh o w with them!" ex claimed Brad, in great disap p ointment. "I was just getti n g i n t e re s te d s ome. It's a h o wling shame the fun lasted so quick!" "Perha ps we had better be getting o u t of this," s aid Dick. " T he racket d ow n h e re ma y have been heard." B rad was pulled to his feet. He still seemed da z ed a nd un s tea dy, while he complained that his he a d was splitting o pen. " Somebod y gave y ou a choi c e cr a ck!" said Dick. Buckh art s a w the b o dy of l\farsh lying close to the wall. • '.'Wha t' s th at?" he e xclaimed, in a s tonis hme nt. "It's one of them." " v V h a t ha p pe n ed to him?" " H e got a wor!le bump than you d id, " chuc kle d Obe di ah. "He may be hurt seri o u sly," sai d D i ck, gfring t he lantern to t h e fa t b oy and k neeling beside the uncon s cious fellow . "If he is, it will n o t be right to l eav e him h ere. L et me see." 1 T ub b s held t he lantern clos e to the face of Mars h. and just th en t he fello w l ook ed at t he m wit h t he lig ht of returning consciousne s s in his e y e s . "Hello. }.farsh !" Dic k said , cheerfully. "Are yo u all ?') Marsh ' s lip s m oved. "Whe re a m l ?" he faintl y a s ked. B efore the y c o uld an s w e r t he q ues tion the y were sta r tled b y the s udd en har s h clanging of a bell, which rang o ut o n th e nig h t air. "Wha t in t im e is that?" gas ped Ob edi ah. B u t both Dick an d Bra d k new what it was and what i t me ant. It was t h e alarm bell of the academy, which w a s run g i n case o f fire o r s o me o th e r s eri o us trouble o f an u n u s ual and extraordinary character. "Get out o f here in a hurry, fell ows!" exclaim e d Dick. T he y hustl ed up t he but a t the t o p they hal t ed . F o r the d oor up t here wa s clo s ed . A nd fa s te ned ! "by J ove!" e x claim ed Dick , after trying it. "It's lo c ke d , f ellows ! We' re all in a . trap I" CHAPTERV. F URTHER TROUBLE FOR OBEDIAH. Clang! clang I clang! The alarm bell was making a great racket. "Great Scott!" said Dick. "Everybody around the academy will be routed out in no time. And we're locked down here I" . "W_ hat if this buildin' is on fire!" squeaked Obe diah, 11: gre. at a g i . t a ti on. "We'll git roasted, by Jim!" Agam Dick tned the door, but it was locked fast. He tri e d to force it, but quickly realized that the at tempt w a s u s eless. The door was mas s ive , and plainly the lock was suitable for such a door. nut when he had flung himself against it he fancied he heard a tri umphant laugh on the other side. "Boys," he said, "this is some of Arlington's work I" "Sure as sho o ti ng!" agreed Brad. "He has trapped us!" "The oner y horse thief! " came from the Texan. "Wha t be ' " e g oing to do?" asked Obediah. "The ring,i u g o f that bell is to turn everybody out, an ? th e n hell manage to have us found down here. The j ok e will be on us for fair." , ' 'Let m e try t hat hanged d . oor !" squealed Obediah. alt h ough the fat boy hurled his great weight a gams t the door several times it did not even seem to tremble in the least. "Can' t b e clone I" he finally admitted. . T hen t h e boy s re t reated down the stairs, where they foun d Hector Ma rsh sittir i g up with his back against the w all. The fellow still seemed strangely dazed, but th e y g a ve him v er y little attention. "The re s h oul d be s o me other way to get out of here, " s aid Dick. "I don't fancy letting Chester Arlington triumph over me now." "'vVell you bet your boots I don't I" Buckh art. "We mu s t find a w indow by which we can get out," s a id Dick. Clang! clang! clang !-rang the alarm bell, the sound bein g plainly heard in the basement. T o thei r ears al s o came the tread of many hurrying f e et, telling that th e cadets were rushing down the stair s . Dick led them toward the back of the building. In that portion of the ba s ement was a huge cis tern, with a h igh w all all a rou n d it. A t the reC).r this wall was within three feet of the basement wall, and there they


10 TIP TOP WEEKLY. 1 ournl a window. Dick climbed upon the cistern wall a n d \Yas able to reach the window. Buckhart held the smoky lantern, • directing what poor light it gave toward the window, in order that Dick might see to work. Obediah had squeezed along between the cistern :11,d t h e bas ement \Yall. and he '''aited anxiously the ,esult oi Dick's efforts. " Can you get it open, parcl ?" breathed the Texan. [ tliiak so," was the answer. "\Vait a minute. I k n o w it is fasl enecl on this side.'' . \flcr a few seconds, Dick announced that he had iound the catch, and then he soon jerked the window (J])Cll . ' _ \ IJreath of cool fre s h air came in from the outside. T h e bell had ceased its racket, but they could hea,r w ;ices shouting and calling to one another. n rad s t ood close to the wall beneath the window a nd Dick climbed upon his shoulders. But just as he \\'a s ab out t . o creep forth some cadets came hurrying round the building and paused there. They proved to be se\ : eral plebes, and one of them said: "The d oor is fastened; they can't get out of the basement. They are trapped, and they'll be found down there now the whole school is astir.'' " [ know you, Clint Shaw!" thought Dick. "How did Chet work the bell ringing?" asked one o f the group outside. 'He had a cord hitched to the bell-clapper," ex plained Shaw. "A small stone \Yas tied to the end of the cord, which was tossed down over the roof from the belfry. He liad a plan to turn out the whole school to-night at midnight just for a lark; but he decided to stir 'em up right away so that Merriwell and that loud-mouthed Texan will be found in the basement. I did the bell !#inging; myself. He told me to after he had fastened the door to keep Merri\Yell in the basement. I just hustled out and got hold of that cord. Then I was able to stand behind the corner of the gym. a11d ring the alarm bell by pulling on the cord." 1 ' • "You should ha .-e seen old Gooch,'' chuckled another of the group. "He went tearing into the acad emy, sure that he \Yas going to catch somebody-pulling at the bell rope. \Vhen he got inside and found no body there and heard the bell keeping up its banging just the same, he fits." They all laughed at this. "Come on, fellows,'' said Shaw. "I want to be on hand when they go down into the basement. I want to see them pull Merriwell out. ArlingtJn will have them down there pretty soon." Dick had decided that this was right, for already he heard sounds which indicated that the searchers had o pen e d the door leading into the ba s ement and were descending the stairs. The plebes outside moved off, and then Dick crawled through the narrow window, \\'iggling with n o small amount of difficulty. "Come on, Brad!" he whispered, crouching outside the window. "Climb on the cistern and give me your hand." Buckhart did as directed, and Dick dragged hi s friend through into the open air. Tubbs was close behind. He had mounted the narrG\\' wall of the cistern, but when he tried to force 11is huge b ody through 1.hat small window he stuck• fast. "Pull, fellers!" he whee z ed. 'J don't want to be ketched, dern my picter if I do!" They did their best, but it \\'as no use, and 1.hey s oon saw that he could not be dragged through that • window. However, by that time he had been pulled into it s o far that he stuck fast and could not get back. "\Yell, this is the consarnedest scrape I ever did git inter!" Obediah. "If I ever git outer thi s I'll swear off on pie fer the rest of my' natteral life!" "Can' t you get back?'' asked Dick. "Dinged if I can!" There something about the affair to Dick and Brad, but Obediah could see nothing funny in it. "Got holt an' push!" he gasped. "If you kin push me back, perhaps I'll be to hide somewhere in the old suller." So they pushed, and finally the fat boy slipped back a little. Just then another party of cadets came round the corner, and Dick and Brad were compelled to t a ke t o their. h eels . "1"hi s is m y evenin' !" muttered Obediah, as h e struggled t o b a ck into the ba s ement, his eyes bul giu g as th e c a dets came hurrying in that direction . llis effort s were rather frantic, and he finally suc ceeded in his purpose. But his feet were not planted firmly on the edge of the cisternL and thus it occurred


' TIP TOP WEEKLY. I 1 that, as he withdrew from the window, he suddenly sli pped and was precipitated into the cistern with a great splashing. CHAPTER VI. SEARCH FOR THE FAT BOY. Dick and Brad regretted leaving Obediah, but there was no other way. As it was, they were seen, and the fellows started after them; but they darted round the building and joined some of the wondering cadets, who could not understand the of the alarm. By this time, however, it was thought that the ring. ing of the bell was a joke, as the same prank had been played before on various occasions, and more than one offender had been caught at it. One fellow had been pursued into the belfry and captured there. On this occa s ion, however, the ri nging of the bell had see m ed most mystet'ious. The bell rope was hanging in place, a n d the investigation of Professor Gooch had revealed that there was no one in the belfry. \Vhile Gooch was trying to find out who was ring ing the bell Chester Arlington had turned the atten tion of a party of searchers toward the basement of the Barracks, declaring he had seen some fellows running through the mess hall and was sure they had taken refuge in the basement. He had unlocked the ' door before this. In thus trying to get Merriwell into a scrape Ar lington showed th o ughtlessness or disregard for Marsh, if he knew Marsh was still down there . In his excitement he may have overlooked this. He w a s confident that Merriwell was down there and would be c a ptured , and he did not pause to consider that Ma r sh, if taken also and forceJ to c o nfess, might implicate his companions. _ Several of the cadets followed the watchman down in to the bq.sement. The w a tchman carried a light, and ::-.1arsh was found standing in the darkness and star ing dully at the searchers. Four rifles were also dis-::overed on the basement floor. \Vhen questi o ned M a rsh stared and muttered. He a ppeared to be completely befogged, and no satisfactory answer coul& be obtained from him. It w a s while Mars h was be ing questioned that Dick a n d Brad descended the stairs and joined those below. Arlington saw them come coolly down the stairs, and he was dumbfounded. "It's Merriwell's luck!" he mentally exclaimed. "Confound him! he always gets out of anything!" Dick looked straight at Chester, and in his eyes there seemed a twinkling smile . . Arlington longed to hit him. But Chester had no particular relish for a personal encounter with Dick. Experience had taught him that young Merriwell was m o re than his match in such an affair. As soon as he realized that Merriwell had escaped Arlington seemed to take no further interest in the sea rch. For the search was continued, the watchman think ing it probable that there were others in the cellar be sides Marsh. Once or twice Marsh uttered . strange cries, appar ently of fear. Once when first found he had done so, setting up a great racket and trying to break away. When they flung themselves on him and held him he quieted down., The watchman believed he was "faking," and was • very angry. "\Ve'll find the rest of your crowd," he said, "and I ruther guess some of them will be made to talk." "It's all up with Obediah, pard !" whispered Brad, in Dick's ear, as the . search ere turned toward tlje old cistern. Dick was afraid so, but he said nothing. They kept with the party that crowded along beside the old cis tern . M a rsh had been marched up the stairs in custody of a cadet corporal and a squad. . The watchman found the dark lantern, which had gone out and been abandoned by Brad before the Texan followed Dick out of the cellar. Then the open window was discovered. "Ah-ha!" exclaimed the watchman. "This is where they got out. They're gone. It's no use to look further for them." Indeed, it seemed that every hiding place in the cel lar had been peered into. The lock of the coal bin had . been discovered on the floor, and they had peered intb tlie coal bin, only to find nothing there that was not natural. Di c k and Brad were mystified. What had become of Obediah? Dick saw the question in Buckhart's eyes and shook


12 TIP TOP WEEKLY. his head, indicat1ng in that manner that he could not answer it. The search was abandoned, and they all left the basement, the door being closed 'and locked. "\rVe ll," thought Dick, "if he's down there now he's locked in again, for he can't get out through any of the windows." Marsh continued to act queerly, and nothing satis factory could be learned from him. The doctor was called to attend him and that the fellow had been injured by a shock of some sort. In their room Dick ancl Brad discussed the ad Yenture through which they had passed. 'It sure \\as a boomerang for Chet Arlington," said the Texan. ''He succeeded in getting one of his friends into a scrape, and. that's all. Do you allow Marsh wa s faking?' ' "I couldn't tell, _ " admitted Dick. "If so; he did it pretty well, but it won't do him any good, for he 011 't keep it up, and he'll have to answer questions s ometime. Buckhart sa\ Dick was troubled, and he knew . the ''\Vhat do you allow became of Obe

' TIP TOP WEEKLY. 13 pearance to the fat boy ' s none too clean features, and ye t there was . something rather amusing about it. "How in the name of all that is wonderful--" began Dick. "Say, ding blast it I" squavyked Obediah; "don't waste your breath in askin' questions now, but git together an' h aul me outer this hole. , I'm consarned nigh dead. This watter ain't none too warm." As proof of this Obediah's teeth were chattering. Still Buckhart did nQt cease to wonder, and his in quisitivepess could not be restrained. "How

TIP TOP WEEKLY. Obediah did not answer. "Do you understand?" repeated Dick. "I-I'm afraid I can't," confessed the fat boy. "I don't seem to have much strength in my hands. You'll hav e to find some other way to git me out." "Vv e haven't time to fool with you," said Merriwell. "If you want to get out you will hustle . If you don' t hustle, we'll leave you to soak a while longer." ''Don't!" entreated Tubbs, in sudden "Don't leave me here! Oh, Lordy I if you jest knowed what I've suffered stan

TIP TOP W EEKLY . starting to practice, Dick had sent for a book o n b o wl ing, and t h is he studied attentively whenever he found an opportunity t o do s o and was thus inclined . Shortly after b ecoming interested in b ow ling Dick decided that h e preferred candlepins to tenpins . He decided that there was far more science in knocking do\\ n the small, s lender pins with small handballs than in kno cking dovvn the large pins with the hu ge ftnger balls. It did n o t take h im long to impress this upon the others of his team, and they began bowling the can dlepin ga1: ne, although Bradley growled at it a great deal. . Dick did not try t o make them all learn one . sty l e of bO\yl ing and slick . to it. He urged each man to cliscoYer just "hat sort of ball he could get the best results from and then stick to it, whether it was a curve, straight i)all, cross-alley ball. or something peculiar to himself . ' FQr himself he soon learned that his succe ss varied. Sometimes he was compelled to make a slig h t change in the kind of ball used in order to obtain tl1e best results. But he was confident that the bow ler who wished to become expert should persist in the u s e of :1 certain ball, and he varied h i s style as litt le as possible . There was a half holiday two days following the mess hall riot, and Dick and his bowlers hurried away to the village . to get in some practice. Imagine their surprise on ente r ing the alley to find at least fifty plebes there, whi l e Chest e r Arlington and several of his friends were b o wling on the alleys. As there were only two alleys, this seemed to pre vent Dick and his party from using them. They were abo u t to turn away and leave in disap poi n tment when the p lebes raised a great outcry. "Here' s Merriwell's c rowd ! " they cr ied. "Here they are ! Here they are ! " " \ Veil, it's right plain they were expecting u s," said Buckhart. "I'll bet my shooting irons they got in here ahead of us to keep us off the alleys and raise a ruction." "If that i s what they are after," said Dick, "they vvill be disappointed, for we'll take part in no ruction." Some of the plebes who ' >vere looking on called to Arlington again: "flere's Merriwell aud his team of \YOnderfu l bow l ers. Get off the earth for t h em." "Hardly," said Cheste r, with a sneer. "Merri well d o esn't own the earth, and I don't b e lieve he' s m uch of a bowler anyhow." Dick made no retert .to thi s rem a rk, whi c h he knew was intended to aggravate him. N o t so Buckhart. ''I opine he can put it all ove r you any old time!" growled the Texan. "He could make you l o ok like thirty c e nts, a nd don t you forget it! You hear me gently 'rbisper ! " ''Bah!" returned Chester . ''That's talk, and you arc a big bag o f wind, Buckhart: You--" Brad took a step t o ward the fellow, but Dick " s hand fell on his arm. "Fifty to five," s a id Dick, in a low tone. ' 'It looks t like a put up j ob. Be careful." ot that l\ferri\Yell was in the lea s t afraid, but his g oo d ense told him that, if there was a plot to draw them int o an encounter and do t h em up. they could 11o t e xpe ct to prov e equal to fifty plebe s ,, h o \\ere pre pared and waiting for them. Bn t e v en a s he s poke, he n o ted Earl Gardner and Ob edia h Tubb s among the plebes, the latter ha v ing his coat off. It was not p o s s ible that Ob ediah ha d joined in a p l o t to j ump Di c k and his friends . And Gardn e r h a d been friendly toward :\Ierriwell, who gave him an oppo rttmity on the e]e, en, much to the delight o i the lacl froi11 Calais, Maine. Immediatel y Dick decided that something else \Yas in the wind, and he was no _ t long in d i scoYering what that something was. "If you fell o ws think y ou know h o w t o b owl, " said . -\rlington, still with that unp leasant sneer o n his haughty face, "we'll tackle you a goland convince y o u that yoL1 are mistaken." Now Dick did not fancy bowling w i th Arl iugton and his crowd. He bow led for pleasu re, ancf he did not like Chester and his set. "\Ve prefer to pick our company , " he said, pointedly, and turned away. There was a hush, and then shouts of app l ause from the plebes. "That's the talk!" they cried . "He doesn't dare take you up, Arlington! Make him bowl-or squeal ! " "I challenge you! " said Arlington to Dick-"I chal lenge you and your team to meet my team !" Buckhart was bris t ling. He was eager for the c o n test, and Dick saw it. Dick felt that he h a d e very r eason to decli n e to !Jowl with Arlin g to n if h e w i shed , b u t now his blood '


16 TIP TOP WEEKLY. was stirred somewhat by insolence of the chal lenge. He to his companions. "What do you say?" he asked. • "Let's buck 'em, pard !" eagerly exclaimed the Texan. "We're with you, hoof and horns." "You bub-bub-bub-bet we are!" nodded Jolliby, his , Adam's apple bobbing as it always did when he was excited. "What do you say, Bradley?" demanded Dick. "Hi think we can show the blooming plebes 'ow to bowl a little, don't y' 'now;'' said the Cockney youth. "And you, Smart?'' "Dear me I I'm so nervous!" chirped Ted. "I'm afraid they'll bury us up! Let's go 1.)ght away quick and not bowl with them!" As Ted almost always spoke just opposite what he meant, Dick knew his team was unanimous for the contest. Therefore he turned quietly to Chet Arling ton, saying: "All right, we'll go you." There wa$ a shout of satisfaction from the watching plebes. Arlington smiled in a manner that seemed to say the contest was as good as won. "Very well," he said. "We'll snow you under. Five strings for the championship. What say?" "Agreed." "Dern my picter !" squeaked Obediah Tubbs. "I want to git up ag'inst that beanpole. I'll fix him." "Who are you cue-cue-cue-calling a bub-bub-bub beanpolc ?" cried Jolliby, in resentment. "You can't bub-bub-bub-beat you lumbering elephant I" Arlington turned to Clinton Shaw, who was a mem ber of his team. "Who will fill Marsh's place?" he asked, in a low tone. "Marsh is out of form. He can't bowl to night." Hector Marsh was there, sitting in a corner. Ap parently he had not recovered from the accident that had befallen him, for his face wore a somewhat blank expression. In vain Hector had been questioned by the faculty. He declared that he could not remember how he came to be in the cellar or who had been with him, and he to it. As the doctor admitted something was the matter with him. it was thought best not to worry him. The doctor said he might come round all right any day, advising that no unusual restraint should be put , upon him and that he should not be watched too closely. Marsh had been one of Arlington's bowlers, but his efforts this afternoon before the arrival of Merriwell and his friends had demonstrated that he was out of condition, so Chester decided not to use him. "l've heard that Flint can bowl," said Shaw, in an swer to Chester's question. "Harwood, who knew him before they came here to school, told me that Flint was one of the best bowlers in the Y. M. C. A to which they both belonged." "Then Flint is the fellow," decided Chester. ' "'Flint," he called, turning toward the red-headed plebe, who had been looking on. "Come here." Flint seemed to hesitate, but in a moment he walked slowly over to Arlington. "I hear you are a good bowler," said Chester, "and I want you to take the place of M(rsh, who is out of form. Get your coat off." This was said commandingly, as if Arlington had not the least idea that Flint would decline. "I'm sorry," was the answer of the lad with the scarred face; "you'll have to excuse me." "What?" exclaimed Chester. "Can't you bowl?" "Well, I have bowled some." "Candlepins ?'' "Yes." "What's your record for five strings?" "Four hundred and twenty-one." "And for a single string?" "One hundred and eleven." "You'll do. Take your coat off." "No; I cannot bowl." Chester was angry to think the fellow dared de cline. "I say take your coat off!" he exclaimed. "\V c need you." "But I can't bowl here," said Flint, in a low voice; his face very red. "Why not?" The boy with the scar seemed to hesitate, apparently not wishing to answer that question. "\Vhy not?" repeated Chester, impatiently. "\i\That's the matter with you?" "I-I can't afford it," faltered Flii1t, speaking in a still lower tone. "What? Get out I Can't afford it?" "No, sir."


TIP TOP vVEEKL Y. "What rot! It will cost only seventy-fi v e cents to you if we are beaten." "But seventy-five cents is more than I can afford to spend in such a way." The idea struck Chester as extremely ridiculous, and he laughed heartily. " Seventy-five cents won't hurt you," he said. "I'd be ashamed to be so stingy!" Flint's face became redder than ever. CHAPTER IX. A BOWLING MATCH. Dick Merriwell had heard the most of this, and it is needless to say that his sympathy was entirely with Flint. This seemed natural enough, as he entertained a powerful feeling of dislike for Ch e ster Arlington. ."You don't have to be," he said. / But Dick was somewhat puzz led to understand the boy with the scar. He had imagined that the fellow had a quick temper which he could not easily hold in c h eck, yet Flint had taken the in s ults of without open resentment and h ad s e emed to fear an encounter. Arl ington could not understand that any one had to be so careful about such a little money, and he regarded Flint with still greater disdain and contempt. "You' re the limit!" he said. "But we won't get bea ten. We'll trim those fellows and it won ' t c os t you anything, so c o me on." But still the b o y with the scar shook his head. "I can't afford to take chance s," he said, resolutely. "If we s h o uld happen to be beaten--" "'vVell, of all the penurious fellows I ever saw you are the champion!" declared Che s ter. "I wouldn ' t be as narrow-contr acted as you for any thing! Why, I've s pent seventy-five dollars without giving it a thought many a time. Come on, now; if you're too mean to pay if we are beaten, I'll settle for you." There was an intense glow in the depths of Flint' s eyes, and his voice trembled a little as he retorted: "No, sir; I'll not permit you to pay! I can ' t afford it and so I will not bowl, and that settles it!" ' Arlington look ecl him all over with the greatest s corn. " You ' re the limit!" he sneered. "I see I made no m is tak e when I the he a d of a jackass on your back." ' 'So y o u were the on e who did that..?" breathed Flint, hi s hand s closing a nd something about his voice and manner indicating intense feeling. "You are the fellow who ma de me the laughingstock of the mess, are you?" "Well, what about it-what if I did?" "Nothing-no w . " Flint turned away. "Oh, I didn't know but you were looking for a scrap!" laughed Chester, derisively. "It would give me great satisfaction to punch you a few times." Flint walked off without retorting. Was Flint a c oward? Dick long ed to step in and take the fellow's part, but refrained from interferi n g . However, he said: "It seems that you have no team, Arlington, so why do you talk about a match?" "Oh I have a team all right!" was the quick re ' tort. "Don't try to s queal! Stand up and take your • medi cine like a m;;.n. You 'll k1'oow how it feels to be ueaten when we are through with you." Then he called Fred Preston, who was only too willing to tak e the place of Marsh and get into the match. "Pard," said Brad Buckhart, "that there Flint hasn't the cour a ge of a prairie clog. I wanted to see him smash Chet Arlington, but he swallowed all that fel la w 's guff and never did a thing." "Perhaps there is a reason," said Dick. "'v V h a t reason can there be, except that he"s chicken hearted?" " I d o n ' t know, but there may be one." "There may be, but I doubt it. He had a right to refuse to bowl." "Of cour s e he did. He is working his way through school, and I suppose he feels that he really c a nn o t afford to get stuck for sevent yfive cent s ." "Come on, Merriwell," called Arlington. " \Ye a re ' all ready for you fellows. Put down your men in order." He was writing the names of _ his team down on the sc o re sheet. Dick took the pencil and started to write down his players. His first thought w a s to write them down in the natural order, ;\ r ith himself at the head, wh e re the captain usually stood; but, happening to look over at Chester's sheet, he saw that Arlington had placed his name last


TIP TOP WEEKLY. "He is the fellow I'll go against," decided Dick; and he put the names down so that Jolliby was matched against Tubbs, smart against Preston, Bradley against Walker, Buckhart against Sl;law, and . Merriwell against Arlington. This fixed it so the tall, lean boy and the roly-poly fat boy started the contest. "Dem my picter !" squealed Obediah, as he selected a ball. "I'll jest lay right down an' kerfl.ummax if you beat me!" "If .you bub-bub-bub-beat me I'll tut-tut-tut-take rat poison!" retorted Jolliby. Chip had off his coat, and he was ready to bowl on the alley opposite Obediah. Realizing they were closely watched and feeling great anxiety at the start, they got into position. Together they ran to the mark and threw their balls. Chip's ball \Yent flying off the right-hand side of the alley before reaching the pins, and Tubbs' went off the left-hand side. , Neither one knocked

• TIP TOP WEEKLY. 19 "How sorry I am!" he observed. "I didn't mean to do it!" "Oh, you'll never touch the other one!" decla re d Preston, who had knocked down three with the first ball. "I'm not g oing to try," declared Ted, and straightway he picked off the corner pin. "A spare!" exclaimed the watching plebes, in no s mall s urprise. " A ccident I" said Preston, with curling lips. "I don' t b e lieve he will get anything on it." But Preston was disturbed by the success of Smart, and he secured only six pins. "Pretty work, Ted," said Dick, with a confident smile. "Oh, it w a s a shame!" declared the little fellow, but there was a merry twinkle in his eyes. When the pins were up everybody watched breath les sly to see how many Ted would secure on his first ball. He rolled a handsome slow one, and fiv, e pins fell. "Fifteen. on his spare," said the scorer. "Well, that is what I call sloppy!" remarked Pres ton. "But I'll make that up in a hurry." He got seven with his first ball, but two more balls gave him but one more pin, or in all. Ted rolled seven on his second box, which made twe nty-t\yo in all, and thus the ta b les were turned, for the yearlings now had a lead of four pins . Bradley and Walker came up. \\Talker rolled first and clipp e d three off a corner, with his second b all he to o k three off the other corner. Then he got one pin. Bradley rolled seven also, and th e y were tied in their first box. Then Walker rolled another seven, and Bradley got a s i x, so the plebes w _ ere but three pins behind . Buckhart threw a very speedy ball when it c a me his turn. , He gave it a twisting motion as it his hand, and it threw the pins in all directi o ns when it hit them. He got eight with his first ball, then picked off the remaining ones. Dick was relieved, for he knew Brad was erratic a n d could n o t control that swift b all. Sha w had a haid break, out the center pins, but by clever work he also secured ten. Then came the fall , for Buckhart got only fiv e on his ne x t box, whil e Shaw made seven, and the lead of the yearlings had been narrowed down to a single pin. There was a hush as Merriwell and Arlington to bowl. Chester gave Dick a look of disdain. When they stooped to pick the balls out of the run, he mut tered: "I'm going to show you up to-night. At last I have you where I can make you look like a mark." Dick made no retort. He had learned the lesson that the bowler who talks a great deal seldom a great success. So he ign o red Chester, which angered Arlington a little. Now, Chester Arlington was really a most skillful bowler," and he had reasons to feel confident that at la s t he had discovered something at which he could d e feat Chester always rolled for a "hea d pin break," that is, he always tried to hit !he h ea d pin on the side with his first ball. This is not the safest place to hit tho pins, as it often results in cutting out the pins from the middle and leav ing "two families;" but it is pro ductive of brilliant results w h.:n a bowler has perfect oontrol and can place the b all w here he wishes. Arlin g ton's first ball went h a rd , striking the head pin fairly and leaving three pins standing on each side of the alley. On the o ther hand. Dick seemed to have a spare break with his first ball. . Arlington paused to note the result oi Dick's second shot. Merriwell hit the pins ha:1dsomely just where he tried, and a fallen pin rolled a g ainst the last one left standing o n the corn er. Instead of kno c king this d o wn, however, even though it seemed to strike it hard enough, the fa l len pin twi s ted ab o ut the b otto m of the other pin and fina lly held it up, prevent ing the . spare. "Hard luck!" said Obediah Tubbs. "You oughter had it , b y Jim!" "He got two more pins than he should have had with that ball," sneered Chester. Then he cleaned off one side of his alley with his second ball and swept down ever y pin on the otLer sid e \ Y ith his t h ird, getting ten a f ter having made a difficult bre ak. -In the me an time, Di c k picked off the last pin standing, a nd th e y w e1e ti ecl in their firs t b o x. " It's no use," grinn e d Arlingt on. "You're up against it, M e rriw ell. Y our slo ppy luck won't always make y o u a winner." 8


20 TIP TOP WEEKLY. Still Dick ignored him, although his blood was be ginqing to leap in his veins. Buckhart was ready to thump Chester. Jl.ferriwell rolled first on second box. He took off two pins with his first ball, and got five more with his second, leaving a triangle on one corner. "About one of th os e," said Arlington . Dick rolled carefully, hoping to get them all. He knocked clown t\ o, one of which struck against the last one standing; but that pin refused to fall, althongh it swayed from side to side. , Arlington laughed and easily cleaned up ten pins, thns making a gain of one on Dick. .c\nd ,the game \\as tied! This was hot work enot:gh to amuse the spectators. when Dick sat down he he::ird Arlingto;1 teJling Shaw that he would have a lead of fifty pins when the game, was over. "Pard, I hope you're not going to stand a lot of that galoqt's blowing?" grow led Buckhart. "If yott do, I can't! I'll have to hit him! I want to hit h1m just for fun! I'd like to hit him the way Flint should have soaked him!" "You'll be foolish if you bring on a fight,'' said . Dick. "You will not pay any attention to anything he says to me or about me." The Texan growled, for he knew it would not do to disregard this command from Dick. The bowling went on. J olliby and Tubbs came up again. and this time Chip turned the tables on Obediah by securing fifteen pins, while the fat boy got but twelve . Fortune continued to fluctuate, however, and it was i:ard to tell which side would lead at the end of the s tring. \Vhen the eighth box was reached the year lings had a lead of nine pins. In that box, however, both Arlington and ShavY got spares. On his spare Shaw secured six pies, while Arlington raked down seven on i1is. How the plebe s cheered ! But on the ninth box Buckhart secured a spare and made sevei1 on it, which put him well up and enabled him to finish high man in that . string, having secured ninety pins. Arlington was second with eighty-nine, while Shaw had eighty eight . To the disappointment of many, Dick ::\krriwell was fourth on the list, having made but eighty-six. However, . he made the eighty-six without a spare, which was clever work at candlepins. For the reader must undetstand that it is far more difficult to get a large string of candlepins than it is of tenpins. There was a hush as the scorer announced: "Captain Merriwell's team has four hundred and four, while Captain 1\rlingt01{'s makes hundred and eleven, which is a gain of seven pins on the string." CHAPTER X. HAPPY PLEBES. \Vhen the cheering died down, Chester Arlington was heard saying: "I knew we'd do it. The only thing I am disap pointed about is that we did not beat them about forty pins. I expected it." "Oh, we'il get into them fifty pins this time!" said Preston. "That's the talk!" nodded Chester. "They are all easy, and Merriwell is a snap. He can't always be the cock-of-the-walk, as he will find out to-day." Brad Bnckhart ground his teeth, but said nothing. Dick knew better tpan to be disturbed by the talk of the fellow. He knew that the person who loses his temper while engaged in any contest requiring dexterity and skill is almost certain to ' be defeated. "Never mind, fellows .. , he laughed, cheerfully. "SeYen pins is no lead. If they had forty or fifty it would l oo k bad, bttt they'll never get so many." "But that bub-bub-bub-big fat sus-sus-sus-slob beat me out!" moaned J olliby. "He got eighty pup-pup ptip-pins after startin' off the way he did." "But you got seventy-nine yourself,'' said Dick, and you started worse than he did. I think you both did remarkably well." "It delighted me to be beaten!" piped Smart, with a cheerful smile. "My man beat me two pins, to the intense satisfaction of my soul!" Bradley looked disgusted with himself and everything else. "Hi s hould be shot, don't y' 'now!" he said. "Hi tumbled clom1 and honly got sixty-height! \\"asn't it hawful !" "\Yell, your man beat you only three pins. You \Yill turn the tables on him next time." "Hi 'ope so!" exclaimed Billy. "Haf Hi don't, Hi'll go hoff hand commit suicide t"


TIP TOP WEEKLY. 21 "Buckhart is the king pin," sm . iled DicK. "He led his man two pins." "He'll never do it again!" exclaimed Shaw. "Bet you ' anything you want I do!" roared Brad, jumping up. "I'll go you the whole limit of my pile that I beat you three out of the five. You hear me! Or I'll bet you a new hat I lead you ten pins at the finish. " "No betting in this alley , g e ntl e men," s a id the pro prietor. "Tha t's a good thing for you, Mr. Buckhart," laughed Shaw. "It s ave s you the price of a new hat . " Dick saw that Brad was becoming alt o gether too irritated to do his best, and he tipped him a warning t o s top bandy ing words with Shaw. The second string began. Tubbs and J o lliby bot h started off well in the first b o x, getting nine each. In the sec o nd the y dropped to six and five, Tubbs taking the lead. "One pin! " cried the watching plebe s . "Ev erybody ke e p it up! Here is where they go to the wall." "That will be perfectly love l y! " said Smart. "We enj o y being crmvde d t o th e \Yall ! N othing gives us such great pleasure!" But Ted after the pin s in e a rnest, and he made , them fly. His actions were a dir ect c ontradict i on of his words. Preston sneered at the little fellow. "I pre s ume you think y o u are pretty cleve r ?" he said . "You think you are smart!" " I know it," said Ted. "That's my name." "Bright boy l You ought to have a penny!" ';Don ' t bankrupt yourself! I fear it would ruin yo u to gi, e any one a penny! " Smart was keeping his temper handsomely, but he was provoking Preston, who could not bear to have any one answer him flippantly. Bradley could not seem to get down to business, t hough he tried his level best. Fortunately walker was not doing much better. J "Hi ham hawful rotten, don ' t y ' 'now!" muttered t h e Cockney lad. "Hif you hare beaten hit \vill be hon my haccount." Buckhart started off badly, but Dick talked to him a little, and he so on s te a died d o\Yll, although he was not at his be st. Dick had learned the lesso11 of go v ernin g his tem p er , but not the Texan. • The second string was not a walk-over, but near the end it was seen that Hie plebes liad a margin, artd the cheering began. The scorer called : "J olliby sixty-four; Preston seventy-one." "Seven pins!" roared the plebes, in delight. Then the next two finished, and the scorer an nounced: "Smart eighty three; Pres ton eighty-four." "Another pin!" h o wled the plebes. "That makes t e n!" In a few m o ments the next two were c;alled : " Bradley seventy-four ; \\Talker seventy-seven." "Three p i ns! EleYen in all! " shouted the delighted plebes. "Buckhart eig hty-tw o ; Sha w eighty five." "Three m o re! That's fourteen. " T he r e wa s a hush , for Merriwell and Arlington wer e bowling . their final boxes, and all knew the score was close. What w o uld be? The question wa s s oon an s wered, for the voice of the s corer declared: " Merri well eighty-eight ; Arlington eighty-nine." The roar from the lu s ty lunged plebes seemed enough to crack the roof. Every one of A rlington's team had beaten his man i n that s trin g, which wa s great work. "We'll bur y them all right!" sang the clelightecl ]Jlebes. "This tim e l\ferr i well surely has s truck th e re a l thing! " Arlington laughed in a conceit ed manner.' "You fellows are doing bett e r thau I," he said: " ]Jut I'm holding down the captain of the great b o wlers all righ t , all right." "That's what you are, old m a n! " wa s the cr y . Buckhart fr o wned and chewed hi s lip s . but D i ck wa s perf ectly calm and undi s turbed. "There is an old saying, fell o w s," h e said, " 'that he laughs best who lapghs last.' Let' s s tick t o geth e r and see if we can't be t1he ones to la ugh last." . . There were no yearling s o n han d t o cheer for Dick and his team, \Yhi"ch see m ed t o p l ace th e m at a ci:sad van t a . ge . The th i rd str ing o.tartecl o ff b a d j , ir J)id;'s t ea m , w l ; i c h n ow s e e m ed bad l y hr uke11 u p . .I oll i b y \\ as the only 011e wh o c o n t i nued to holcl man afte r the start. and Chip fina lly end ed \ritli eig h t y-oi 1 e pins, whi l e Tubbs secu red eig h ty.


I 22 TIP TOP WEEKLY. Smart had seventy-eight, but Preston closed with eighty-two. As the string advanced and the results were an nounced the plebes grew hilarious. The final result showed that Merriwell's team had three hundred and eighty-six, while Arlington's had four hundred and eleven, a clean gain of twenty-five pins. "There is a hoodoo on us!" growled Buckhart. "Those galoots have gained steadily from the very start." Dick realized that the situation was growing des perate. He spoke to each one of his players separately and told them to make no further talk with Arlington and his men, to pay no attention to chaffing, but to keep strictly at their work. He spoke in particular to Buckhart, all the while looking the Texan straight in the eyes with a caln:i look. Many times before this Dick had quieted down his hot-blooded friend with the power of his eyes, and he succeeded this time. He willed that Brad should forget his anger and nervousness and pay strict at tention to business. The fourth string began with the plebes forty-seven pins in the lead. Could the yearlings overcome that lead and win 5mt? It seemed doubtful / CHAPTER XI. A SENSATIONAL FINISH. At this point Dick Merriwell set about the task of concentrating . his mind upon every man of his team as that man came up to bowl. He mentally commanded that man to be calm, deliberate, c . onfident and deter mined. He directed them without a spoken word, and yet his sway over them was almost absolute. Dick possessed a remarkable power of command, and yet he was not a fellow who delighted in giving orders. His sway over his friends, and Clften his in fluence on his enemies, was most astonishing. He had discovered he could influence others by fixing his mind upon them and mentally directing them, and this was the mysterious power he now exercised over the four bowlers who were with him. At the same time he inwardly determined that he would bowl as if his own life depended on the result. The effect on Bradley was most pronounced. Up to that time the English lad's highest string was sev enty-four, but now he off with a spare, and his work literally amazed Walker, who was pitted against him. -Buckhart, although a determined fellow, set in his ways and forceful in his conduct, was another subject over whom Dick exerted surprising control. Although Buck had rolled but seventy-nine on the third string, he closed the fourth with ninety-one: At that, Billy Bradley beat him eight pins, falling but one short of a hundred. It seemed, however, that Dick spurred himself on more than his companions, for he rolled nothing smaller than eight, and, with the aid of three hand some spares, he carried his string up to one hundred and four. But, even at that, the yearlings did not have everything their own way. Arlington and his team fought to hold the lead obtained. Chester worked like a tiger, and he managed to rake down ninety-six pins. He was disgusted after getting so many to have Dick beat him eight pins on the string. '.'But I'll make that up next time," he declared. Shaw also had a fine string, getting ninety-two, while Preston had ninety. The total showed that Arlington's team had rolled four hundred and forty, while Merriwell and his friends had made four hundred and fifty-nine. Both of these strings handsome. The yearlings had cut down the lead of their oppo nents nineteen pins, which left the plebes twenty-six ahead. While this string was being figured up Dick saw Uric Scudder step into the alley. Immediately Merri

.. TIP TOP WEEKLY. resolute. Still Dick concentrated his will power on • each one of his team when they were bowling, and the result satisfied him. Smart opened with a ten and a seven; but Preston secured two nines. Bradley led off with a spare, aml raked dO\rn six pins to add to those obtained with the first two balls. A nine in his next box arouse Arlington, who rnuttered something beneath his breath. " 'Ow tlo Hi do it?'' muttered the Cockney youth. \\'onderingly. "Hit just seems as hif Hi can't miss hif Hi want to." He did not know of the control Dick held onr him. He did not dream it was the steadying, commanding power of his captain that made him feel that he could not miss, and enabled him to place the hall just where he wished. Buckhart opened with a nine and a ten. Then Dick and Chester came up, and Arlington led off with a strike that made the plebes shout for joy. Dick got a nine in the first box. Chester obtained seven pins with his t\\'o spare balls, making seventeen in all in his first box, and he got eight in the second, thus tying Bradley's twenty-five. Dick got a spare in the second box. The string seemed to grow hotter au vas right, an

• • TIP TOP WEEKLY. The result was what Dick had desired, for nine pins fell; and Dick's team had won by a single p i n I The c om pl ete s c or e follows : YE.ARLIN GS. J olllby . . . • •......... . . 79 64 81 82 85-391 Smart ....•.•... . ... .. 81 83 78 83 86-411 Bradley . . .... ..... . ... 68 74 70 99 96-407 Buckhart ..•.......... 90 82 79 91 93-435 Merriwell .....•...... . 86 88 78 104 Il9--475 404 391 3S6 459 479 2,120 PLEBES. T ubbs ..••........... .. 8 0 7I 8o 83 82-396 Preston. .•. • •.•••... . . 83 84 82 90 89--428 Walk e r . . . . .••••.....• 71 77 79 79 87-39 3 S h aw ....•••••••.•... 88 85 87 92 92-444 Arli n gton . .•••.•.• •.. 8g 8g 83 g6 100--457 4Il 4o6 4II 440 452 2,II9 It was no t a victory to crow over, but it was a defeat to make Arlington furious. \Vhen he w a lked \ over to pay the keeper of the alley he came face to face with Flint, who had declined to roll. "Beaten out by one pin!" he grated. "And all on you r account I If you had rolled, you migh t h av e saved us, you pei;iurious dog!" T h en he lifted his fist to strike Flint in the face. Dick Merriwell was near enough to grasp Chester's wrist, and in t he fellow's ear Dick qu ietly said , : "I would n't do that!" Wit h a cry of rage, Chester whirled and aimed a blow at Dick. That blow did not fall, for just then the hard fist of Brad Buckhart hit him behind the e ar. In a moment there was a terrible uproar in the alley. The plebes surrounded Dick and his frien d s and star t ed to hustle them . T he n ca m e the ch e e r of the yearlings outside the door, t h r ough w h ich they came po u ring, led by Uric Sc u dder . T hey could not get in fast enough by one

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The first reason for this vast popularity is because the column appears in what is universally admitted to be the king of all published weeklies, The Winner of the 6rand Prize at the Paris World's F&ir, TIP TOP But the second reason is just as important and cogent, namely, the high excellence of the letters written by our readers, which appear in this column. Indeed, these let ten; have been so highly praised that Street & Smith, always anxious to serve and benefit their great public, have decided to offer twelve valuable prizes for the twelve best letters received from Tip Top readers in the next six months. These twelv e prizes will be TWELVE GOLD FOUNTAIN PENS of the highest grade. Now, then, all our ambitious young letter writers will bf' anxious to win one of these fine prizes. _All you have to do is to follow these directions : Write a letter to Tip Top Weekly, discussing any feature of the famous publication, its characters, plots, ath letics, contests, tournaments or anything that impresses you especially; then write across the top ot it "Prize Let ter," and send it to Street & Smith. So that the contest may be absolutely fair, the readers of Tip Top are to act as judges, and the letters which receive the greatest num ber of votes will be awarded the prizes. Come on now, boys and girls! Show us which one of all our .roung Shakcspeares are the best letter writers. • APPLAUSE. PRIZE LETTER NO. 46. I have been a constant reader of your best of weeklies, the Tlp Top, for over four years. I have read every weekly pnbli shed by your firm at the pres ent time, and also many published by a rival firm, but can truthfully state that the Tip Top affords me the greatest pleasure of all. There was a time when I had to r ea d the books secretly, for fear of the consequences of my father catching me. Now all is different. I plucked up courage knowing the sterling worth of the books, to bring one into house. When my father sa w it he started for me; but I begged him to suspend judgment until he had read the book and was capable of judging correctly. He did so, and his judgment was that if I would follow the precepts laid down by the author, Mr. Burt L. Standish (may h e long continue to write them), he would buy the books and pay for any gymnastic paraph er nalia I needed. Hoping you will excuse the length of this letter, I remain, ]AS. B. ]ONES. Baltimore, Md. One more contestant singing the praises of Tip Top. How many votes will this letter draw, readers? PRIZE urrrD XO. ...,.. It is no task to applaud Tip Top Weekly-what I say I mean and is born of the utmost admiratio n for your p a p e r. There is a quality and distinction in its ve ry atmosphere which places it a t once as far above its competitors as the moon is above the earth. The new reader quickly discovers this fact and wonders why in the world he h as tolerated and meekly submitted to the in sa ne attempts of other "authors" to write som et hing interesting. The wide r ange of the sto ri es. written in a convincing manner, with n one of the glaring g r ammatical and phraseological errors com mitted by these othe r writers, account for the large army or rather armies of young people who sit in anxious seats awaiting the appearance of the next number of Tip Top Weekly. T h e stories open with a rush, the action never lessening or the inter est dying out, and so well is the interest sustained that the r eade r is carried from ch a pter to chapter and number to number with an attention that never lags, and when finally the last word has been r ea d , he drops the p a per with a sigh of mingled content and discontent-discontent that the re is no more. But here is a point \\ hich has astonished many unacquainted entirely with the true facts of the case: \;<,'hy is it that p eople who h ave reach ed the prime of l ife are held a nd swayed by the pen of Burt L. Standish? Every "Applause" tells of fathers a nd mothers and bu s iness men and clergymen who cannot find words enough to e;,press their unbounded approbation and d e light. We, too, young men and women, will in years to come take down our bound volumes of "The Merriwell s ," placed side by side with Optic and Ellis, and recall the days when we idol i zed Tip Top Weekly-and, perh a ps, who knows, that same Tip Top Vv'eekly will still be liv ing and casting its sunbeams into the shadows of the young hearts. Live fore'er, 0 Tip Top Weekly, 0 Tip Top Weekly ! E. B. BREDEN. Brooklyn, N. Y. A l ette r which should stand w ell up o n the prize list. It was evidently written by one who understands and can well dil ate o n t h e subject at hand-in other words, it is the work of a cJeyer writer. Your opinions are liberal ones, and you seem to have vie\\"ed Tip Top from all sides with the of botb young and old and with the one result that you could say nothing too good in its praise. P!IIZB LETTltR NO. 48. I am not writing just to try for a premium. I mean every word that I say. I like Dick and Frank and all the boys that arc their friends. I can find no fault with any of them and I think they a re just about right. F. N. B. Dallas, Tex. Only few words, but just as expressive as many in re gard to the writer's feelings toward Frank and Dick, the y o ung, but real be roes.


26 TIP TOP Y . PRIZE LETI"ER NO. 49 I have read Tip Top from No. I to the present date and I want to expr ess my opi n ion of this high-class, up-to-date weekly. That B urt L. Standish i s the premier writer of thi s class of book no one who has read one number will deny. The way he set F r ank Merriwell before the eyes of readers is very good. His is a fin e example fo r the American yo uth of the p rese n t day a s well as the future to follow. I may a d d I t r y to follow his exa mple, as I don't think any one can q uite co m e up to his standar d. T h e cli max was reached w h en D ick Merr i well was b r ou&ht out to take F rank's place, and it has bee n filled very sa t isfac tonly to the readers. Taken all in all the book is the best by far that is now publi shed. Besides Dick and Frank my favorites are Bart, B rad and the girls. CHARLES EHLER. Brooklyn, N. Y. Anoth e 1 ' p r ize lette r and a good one, too. Do not all hold , this bo y's view of Tip Top; or who can give better ones? Hav.e jus t finbhed Tip Top No. :l-U, and it was simply fine, e x ce p t one little thing, and that was June Arlington . . I don't Eke her at all. I wa11t Dick to get Doris , Brad to have June, and Hal to get Felecia. Of course I'm not writing the book. Among t h e Tip Topper:; I like Dick first, then Brad, Bob, Ted. and hope i n time that Hal will he one of 'em. As [ said before, T think that June \\otild st;it Brad better than she would Dick. Hurrah for Dick and llori' ant! their fri en ds. ANOTHER DoRts ADMIRER. Columbus, Ga. Dor is has friends galore, but how could it be other wise wh<:n she i s such a good frirnd of Dick's? You Sl'C111 to be a strong o ne, too. Having read. carefully. nearly every nnrnber of Tip Top. I 1eel competent to give my opinion of the stories. I belic\ e that they are the bQcau&e they tell of clean, honest sport, and school-life. and are interesting and helpful. T don ' t knO\\> how I could get along without my Jip Top, the only troullle is that they dlln't come of!en enough. I think the baseball stories arc fine, and the football stories, now running, cant be beaten. Ther are excellent. It seems to me that c1•cry one [ read is bettrr that the one before, if it could be possible. Dick and Frank are excellent characters, a11d any young man who follows in thrir footsteps cannot go far wrong. Obediah a ,-cry amusing and enter!aining character, and makes a splendid center for th e Fardalc eleven. l think. l don't hdicvc i11 making a fuss ova the lo\'c affairs in the stury, but [ think that you will attend to that m-t and hearties t kind of a cheer for the Mcrr iwell boys and t\Jci1 friends. I have been reading your Tip Top for the past four years, an,] J think there is no better printed. Since I started to rC'acl Tip Top I haven't tasted a drop of liquor. At first my father would not let m e nad them, but I read them on the sly u nti l one time he saw me, but not to be stopped from reading. Tip Top, I told my father to "read one, and see if he didn't like them." H e did, and now he wants to read them first of the family when we get them every Sari mday. Of the characters, which are all good, [ like Frank, Bar t. Dick:, and Brad. Of course, I like the rest oi hoth Aocb, but Frank and Dick show how nearly correct ;in American boy can b e , if he onl'Y will take care of himself. If all bon follow the Tip Top gives , the United Stutes will be no.tcd for men of strength \1ho ca n take care of their country, anrl thi s all throngh the great influence of TipJTop, through its great author and publishers, Ur. Burt L., and Street & Smith. J [opingtu see this in print, I close, with "three rouslng for Tip Top, Bmt L., and Strei:t & SI!'lith, ancl long life to all. Yours as an reader, CARL STERN. San Francisco, Cal. Your Idler contains the most that you could say in favor of Tip fop-that it has been a . onrce of good to you . l ts aim is to p \ omote the best among its readers, and, w h en tht'Y can trac-c the downfall of evil habits and the forming of good ones to it. then all our efforts ai e more than repaid. \ V c join in those three hig cheers, and add one for our readers. T have been thinking for some time I would. write for (A1iplansc Col11m11," but have 11ot gotten around to It before. I here I s :1 cadet in Fanlale who, in my estimation, is 'way ahead of any oti1er cadet in school, with the exception of Brad Buckhart, and. nf co.urse Dick. in morals, character. loyalty, and every other th111;; worth lt is to sneak of him that I have written this let ter. f i l not mistaken, Standish, the author of this Wl'ekly. is a natil'e of lllainc, and. for this reason also, this bo1 should he given a show. Perhaps some of the readers know oi whom I am speaking now. For the beneit of those who do not. t will make him known here. He is-:\lr. Earl Gardiner, of \faine. \Vhy can't '' c haYe a man who is a boon cotnpanion of Dick that comes from the good old State of Maine? I see no reason whatever, if Mr. Standish will only bring him around, and, as I said before, give him a show. Let him h ave a chance in Darrell's place. He is 'way ahead of Darrell, if we d id but know it and bv a little practice he will show himself wo rth something i1; footba -11. Come, now, Maine men, and let them hear from you so strongly that Earl Gardiner will soon be one ?f Dick's most liked friends. And, now, just a word before closrng. June Arlington i s bound to make a place for herself in Dirk's affections. if she has not already. She is the coming queen. "You hear m e shout?" Please publish this l etter, and let u s see what the ver-dict on it will be . Yours truly, JuAMPEGAN. Sout h Berwick, Maine. • You are a loya l son o f Maine, and h ave s poken well of Earl Gardiner . He is all that you say, and a good type of the New Englan d boy . Your letter will be read with interest, not only in Maine, but every State as well. The Tip Top \ Veekly is the best book I e1er read, and every young boy and girl should read it. The characters arc splendid. I agree with Marjorie \Ventwor t h , and think she named her cluh well, and I wish her good luck:. Doris is the girl for Dick. Felicia is very sweet, and just the girl for Hal. Zona is too stuck up; still, sh e has her cha.r m. June Arlington is a very n i ce girl, but ca n't be compared with our Doris. I wish Dick and C h este r would beco m e frien ds, I think Brad is a fine lad. I must close, hoping to hear mor e of Doris. Your frien d, St. f a u l, Minn. l!.. W . Thank you for your good words for Tip Top.


Ii TIP TOP ALL AMERICAN TOURNAMENT FULL PARTICULARS OF THE GREAT All AMERICAN TOURNAMNT AND OTHER FOOTBALL FEATURES WILL BE FOUND EVERY WEEK IN TIP TOP VVEEKLY SSO Regulation Rugb;y Footballs Awarded as Prizes 8 8 8 8 8 THE GREATEST PRIZE OFFER . EVER MADE f "'"'"' i5'he FOLLOWING ARE THE SCORES FOR THE WEEK1 t(lt(lt(I Boys of America (Ogdensburg, N. Y.), 16; B. B. Pards (Ogdensburg, N. Y.), o. Boys of America-(Regular team.) B. B. Pards-S. Fay, r c; A. Lampsell, r t; E. Boyinski, r g; C. Krutz, c; 0. Frymire, l g; J . Swartwood, 1 t; N. McGraw, 1 e; S. Greene, q; M. Tattersall, r h b; C. Breese, 1 h b; J. Krutz, f b. Manager-Dart Keenan. Boys of America (Ogdensburg. N. Y.), 21; Giants (Ogdensburg, !'J". Y.), o . Boys of America-( Regular team.) Giants-G. Fedder, r e; S. Myers, r t; L. Billingsley, r g; E. Voorhees, c; L. Brummer, 1 g; G. Verth, 1 t; D. Gleason, l e; R. Loughridge, q; H. Russ, r h b; M. Ramsdell, 1 h b; Schnibbe, f b. Manager-Dart Keenan. Boys of America (Ogdensburg, N. Y.), 48; Wild West Univer sity (Og

TIP TOP. WEEKLY. Ballard Tigers (Ballard, Wash.), 12; Shamrocks (Seattle , Wash.), 5. Balla r d Tigers-( Regular team.) Shamrocks-T. Rafferty r c; C. Olson, rt; A. Filke, r g; ]. Hogan, c; H. White, I g; H. Lambert, It; C. Boyer, I e; J. Coffee, q; A. Jocken, r h b; M. Kerns, 1 h b; T. Sayers, f b. Manager-Thomas Donald. Ballard Tigers (Ballard, Wash.),-; Orioles (Seattle, Wash),-. Ballard Tigers-( Regular learn.) Orioles-P. :-VfcFarland, r c; R. Hunt, r t; A. Shields, r g; G. Harmon, c; C. Stovell, 1 g; F. W iggs, I t; C. Boyle, I e; A. Ross, q; M. Angus, r h b; T. Laplace, I h "b; S. Smythe, f b. Manager-Thomas Donald. Shermans (St. Louis, Mo.), 26; World's Fair (St. Louis, :\Io.), o. Shermans-Emest Krutsch, r e; Ewall \Vimmin, r t; Edward Gill, r g; Oliver Swartzch, c; Erskin Pitzim, I g; W. i'vlephan, I t; W. Gill, 1 e; Tad Rickard. q; F. Sernmely, r h b; J. Gray, I h b; OliYer Heckel, f b. Word's Fair-A. Dray, re; W. Doud, rt; P. Wangon, r g; B. Gray, c; P. Little, I g; P. Brown, It; Robson, I e; A. Dunk, q; K. Cervey, r h b; Rickert, 1 h b; Morrison, f b. 1\Iarniger-Oli\'er Heckel. Shermans (St. Louis, Mo.), 10; Flash Lights (St. Louis, ).fo.), o. Shermans-(Regular team.) Flash Lights-Paul Cort, r e; John Perry, t t; Emilon, r g James :J[cLaughlin, c: F.1-Iarold, 1 g; George Gehler, I t; Vally R&11e. I e; C. Vv' illie, CJ; ill. Olinr, r h b; M. Don, I h b; R. Walter, f b. l\Ianager-Oliver Heckel. Shermans (St. Louis, Mo.), 42; Straw Lights (St. Louis, Uo.), o . Shermans-(Regular team.) Straw Lights-E. Gannon, r e; P. Hoke, r t; C. Williams, r g; F. Prisler, c; T. Prisler, 1 g; A. Perto, It; W. Kimble, 1 e; E. Cole, q; W. Wirter, r h b; H. Meier, I h b; W. Jahn, f b. Manager-Oliver Heckel. Brunswicks (Brunswick, :;:vre.), 28; Tabors (Brunswick, Me.), o. Brunswicks-Fessler, r e; Keylor, r t; Shideler, r g; Krull , c; Woodbridge, I g; Cooper, I t; Steele, I e; McCrea, q; Olin, r h b; Kittle, I h b; Bonham, f b . Tabors-Sturtevant, r e; Fleshman, r t; l\Iaxfield, r g; Cooper, c; l\IcN eil, 1 g; Curfman, 1 t; :\Iillcr, I e; Babbitt, q; Griffith, r h b; Jackson, I h b; True, Dibble, f b. Manager-Peck. Brunswicks (Brunswick, l\Ie.), 72; Brunswick Seconds (Brunswick, Me.), o. Brunswicks-(Regular team.) Bdunswick Seconds-McMillen, r e; Bucklin, r t; Runge, r g; Phillips, c; Britton, 1 g; Bilter, I t; Jordan, I e; Carroll, q; Kidd, Treadwell, r h b; Chisholm, 1 h b; Stai b, f b. Manager-Peck. Sterling A. C. (San Francisco, Cal.), 47; J\Tission A. C. (San Francisco. Cal.), o. Sterling A. C.-Duncan, r e; Gallagher, r t; Kibbish, Bradley, r g; Bieler, c; Burns. 1 g: Ewing, I t; Thompson. I e; Elder, q; Butterworth, r h b; Teichner (capt.), 1 h b; Boyd, f b. Mission A. C.-Clinton, r e; A. Spencer, r t; Smith, r g; Parker, c; l\Ic Donald, I g; Maynard, I t; F. Jones, l e; D. Jones, q; Englebert, r h b: "Chief" Johnston (capt.), 1 h b; G. Spencer, f b. -Earl C. Carter. Sterling A. C. (San Francisco. Cal.), 18; Star A. C. (South San Francisco, Cal.), o. Sterling A. C.-(Regular team.) Star A. C.-Marsh, r c; Bloss, r t; Case, r g: Bacon, c; Fraser, I g; Blumenthal, 1 t; Murphy, I e; Sanchez, q; McGuire, r h b; Duffey, I h b; Bradbury (capt.}, f b. :Jfa n age r-Earl C. Carter. Sterling A. C. (San Francisco, Cal.), ; Seminoles (Butchertown, S. F. County, Cal.), o . Sterling A. C.-(Regular team.) Seminoles-A. Mason, r c Woods, rt; Birtch (capt.), r g; Wilson, c; Carson, I g; Wentzel' 1, t; Al.Ii son, I e: Cummings, q; ]. i\Iason, r h b; Letcher, I h b; Casey, f. b. C. Carter. Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), 7; South Hills (Ithaca. N. Y.), o. Young Sporls-13. Dunham. r c; B. Bums, r t; C. Champagne, r g; ]. c; B. Mansell, I g; J. Crowley, 1 t; A. Crowley, I e; J. WI11tty, q; ]. Osmun (capt.), r h b; C. Sammons, I h b; G. Babcock, f b. South Hills-H. Morris (capt.), r e; G. White, r t; \N. Smith, r g; G. Tompkins, c; 0. Gager, I g; T. France, It; R. France, 1 e; H. Lobdell, q; H. Johnson, r h b; 1\I. Will iams, I h b; N. Helm, f b. Manager-Ben Burns. Young Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), 39; Grimagers (Ithaca, N. Y.), o . Young Sports-(Regular team.) Grimagers-Ed. Burns, r e; D . Kane, rt; M. Conway, r g; G. Grimager (capt.), c; R. Per ry, I g ; ]. Perry, I t; T . Conway, 1 e ; G . Shiels, q; B . Sullivan", r h b; C. McHal e, I h b; J. Matthews, f b. Manager-Ben Burns. Yo\,lng Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), II; S outh Hills (Ithaca, N. Y .), 5. Young Sports-(Regular team.) South Hills-H. Morris j . cap t. ) , re; M;hite1 r ti. W. Smith, r g; T. Tompkins, c; 0. Gager, 1 g ; T. France, 1 t; R. France, 1 e; H. Lobdell, q; H. Johnson, r h b; M. Williams, I h b; N. Helm, f b. :Manager'.Ben Burns. Young Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), 6; First Ward Tigers (Ithaca, N. Y./, 5. Young Sports-(Regular team.) First Ward Tigers-T. Hennighen (capt.), r e; C. Barren, r t; J. Sammons, r g; H. Sherman, c; F. lllstort, 1 g; C. Herson, I t; 0. Davenport, I e; Y. Pheylan, q; ] . Hennighen, r h b; McCarthy, 1 h b; A. Moore, f b. • Manager-Ben Burns. Young Sports (Ithaca. N. Y.), 6; First Ward Tigers-(Ithaca, N. Y.), o. Young Sports-(Regular team.) First Ward Tigers-T. Hennighen (capt.), re; C. Barren, rt; J. Sammons, r g; H. Sherman, c; F. lllston, I g; C. Herson, I t; 0. Davenport, I e; Y. Pheylan, q; J. Hennighen, r h b; }.1. I h b; A. Moore, f b. :\lanager-Ben Burns. Young Sports (Ithaca, N. Y,), 19; Messers (Ithaca. N. Y.), 5. Young Spons-(Regular team.) 1\Iessers-B. Messer (capt.), r e; ]. Clynes, r t; B. Clynes, r g; R. Stevens, c; G. Dixon, 1 g; J. Lynch, 1 t; D. Crowley, 1 e; ill. Thompson, q; C. Williamson, r h b; X. IllstonJ I h b; M. J. Terrill, f b. Manager-Ben Burns. Young Sports N. Y.), rn; \[esscrs (Ithaca, N. Y.), o. Young Sport --(Regular team.) i\Jessers-B. (capt.), r e; J. Clynes, r t; B. Clynes, r g; R. Stevens, c; G. Dixon, I g; J. Lynch, 1 t; D. Crowley, I e; :JI. Thompson, q; C. Williamson, r h b: N. lllston, l h b; ill. J. Terrill, f b. i\lanager-Ben Bums. Cornell, Jts. (Gloucester, :Vlass.), 23; Scrubs (Gloucester, l\Iass.), o. Cornell. J rs.-A. Dakin, r e; J . Flaherty, r t; C. Murphy, r g; T. Newell, c; W . B11tler, I g; ]. Jefferies, It; E. Oakes, I e; V. Carr. q; G. Goldthwaite, r h b; F . Sargent, I h b; J. Mcinnis, f b. Scrubs--Colby, r e; J. Cole. r t; F. Cole, r g; i\lurray, c; Quinn, l g; Arabian, I t; Nob le, I e; George, q; Mc Quinn, r h b; C. Goldthwaite, I h b; C. Cole, f b. Manager-George Goldthwaite. Cornell, J rs. (Gloucester. :\lass.). I l; Lanesville A. A. (Lanes-ville, 1\Iass.), 8. Cornell, Jrs.-(Regular team.) Lanesville A. A.-Campbell, r e; Schintz, r t; Warde, r g; ]. Peters, c; S. Hay,, I g; Lennox, 1 t; Dodd, 1 e; ;:,harpe, q; Peters, r h b; Biggs, I h b; Foll, 1\lc Innis, f b. ilianager-George Goldthwaite. Crackerjacks (Erie, Pa.)i 48; Stars (Silver Creek, N. Y.), o. Crackerjacks-I-I. McCall, r e; E. Austin, r t; R. Hart, r g; C. Finneran, c; J. Murray, I g; W. Sterling, 1 t; J. Ferguson, I e; ]. Klein {capt.), q; E. !"Iayes, r h b; C. i\Ioser, 1 h b; .M. Rick road, f b . Stars-G. Smder, r e; L. Hogan, r t; R. Sullivan, r g; ]. Mayon , c; H. Patterson, I g; C. Burr, I t; E. Pearson, 1 e; T. Emerson, q; S. Kinsey (-capt.), r h b; E. Earle, 1 h b; H. Clark, f b. 1\Ianager-Harty John on. Crackerjacks (Erie, Pa.), 38; Girard A. C. (Girard, Pa.), o. Crackerjacks-( Regular team.) Girard A. C.-H. Sparks, r e; L. Downs, r t; T. Wright, r g; ]. Richards, c; P. 'Williams, I g; H. Adams, 1 t; ]. Polso (capt.), 1 e; F. Coleman, q; W. Mitchell, r h b: B. Gordon, I h b; E. Lamb. erton, f b. 1\Ianager-Harry Johnson. Centrals (Buena Park), S; Young Pirates (Ltike View), o. Centrals-R. 11odica. r e; A. Anderson, D. Fox, r t; A. Buck ingham, r g; H. Haderin, c; M. Strasburger, l g; E. Stern, I t; Jim, I e; B. Elie!, q; T. Graham, r h b; T. Strasburger, 1 h b; L. Anderson, f b. Young Pirates-Coney, r e; Phil, rt; Daly, r g; Harry. c; ---,I g; Sharkey, It; Cardin, 1 e; Howe, q; Johnson, r h b; Puke!, I h b; Garrety, f b. 1\lanager-T. Graham. Centrals (Buena Park), 10; Roger Parks (Roger Park), o. team.) Roger Parks-:Jfarshall, re; Gust unson, r t; Simmons, r g; Burns, c; Ceril, I g; Jeffords, I t; G. Fuchs, 1 c: 11. Fuchs, q; Raidner, r h b; Bushwall, I h b; Johnson, f b. l\lanager-T. Graham. Centrals (Buena Park), 6: Alpines (Lake View). o. Centrals-( Regular team.) Alpines-Forfeited. :Jlanager-T. Graham. Centrals (Buena Park), 20; Kenmores (Buena Park), o . Centrals-(Regular team.) Kenmores,-D. Reid, re; R. Fox, rt; H. Alger, r g; P. Lower , c; Beebe, I g; V. Graham, 1 t; T. Mich ael, I e; L. Green, q; H. Hine, r h b; M. Green, 1 h b; C. Wil liams, f b. Manager-T. Graham. • S. M. Wonders (Alexandria, Ind.), 34; Scrubs (St. Mary's School), o. S. M. Wonders-]. Kelly, re; G. Boyle, rt; W. McGow n , r g; F. Dickman, c; E. Branch, I g; R. Clege, I t; F, Deil, I e; J. Green,


TIP TOP WEEK LY. q; W. Mountain, r h b; P . Miller, I h b; J . Fitzgerald, f b . S crubs -R. Smith, r e; C. Dardy, r t; E. Fitzgerald . r g; H. Hayes. c; G. Fern, lg; D. Miller, It; S. Frisk, I e; B. Hejel, q;]. Branch, r h b; Minot, I h b; F. Lynch, f b. l\Ianager-James Fitzgerald. S. Wonders (Alexandria, Ind.), 30; M. Church (Alexandria, Ind.), 0. S . M. Wonders-(Regular team.) M . Church-Claude G ilt criss, r e; C. Coffee, r t; John Johnson, r g; Cecil Hall, c; H. Black, I g; H. Bratian, I t; R. Sullivan, l e; Harry Bussin, q; R. Morris, r h b; Thurman Hall, l h b; Homer Boyles, f b. Manager -James Fitzgerald. . S. l\I. Wonders (Alexandria, Ind.), 36; West Sides. (Alexan dria, Ind.)' 0. S. M. Wonders-(Regular team.) West Sides-Emil Scher er, r e; Tom Connolly, r t; Earl Egler, r g; Lafayette Troyer, c; Emil Hennessey, I g; Augustine Laney, I t; Charles Schleter, l e; Ben Schieler, q; Harry Tetsel, r h b; Frank Magers, I h b; Earl Forney. f b. Manager-James Fitzgerald. S. :\I. Wonders (Alexandria, Ind.), 60; Riverviews (Alexandria, Ind.), o. S. M. Wonders-(Rcgular team.) Rive!"views-J. Carter, r c ; C. Jones, r t; R. Downey, r g; E. Boyle, c; P. Downey, I g; ]. Bayer, I t; ]. Redbonght, 1 e; C. Darby, q; K Lynch, r h b; A. Minot, l h b; H. l\Iilfer, f b. Ma11'lger-Jan1es Fitzgerald. S. M. Wonders (Alexandria, Ind.), 16; Bunker Hills (Bunker Hill, Ind.), o. S. M. Wonders-(Regular team.) Bunker Hills-F. L iskey, r e; R. Groves, r t; F. Lynch, r g; ]. Byer, c; ]. Eder, I g; B. Jones, I t: V. Fibler, I e; \V. Miller, q; A. Liskey, r h b; ]. March. I h b; T. Eder, f b. i\Ianager-James Fitzgerald. S. 1\1. Wonders (Alexandria, Ind.), 42; Riverviews (Riverview, Ind.}, 0. S . M. Wonders-(Regular team.) Riverviews-J. Carter, re; C. Jones, rt; R. Downey, r g; B. Bayer, c;. Boyle, lg; B. Downey, I t; ]. Redbought, l e; C. Darby, q; F. Lynch, r h b; H. Minot, I h b; H. Miller, f b. Manager-Jam es Fitzgerald. Centrals (Dayton, Ohio), 5; Daytons (Dayton, Ohio), o . Centrals-Turner, r e; Wilson, r t; Rench, r g; ]. Turner, c ; Welliver, I g; James, It; Barcalow, I e; Gibson, q; Earnshaw, r h b; Lauer, I h b; Williams, f b. Daytons-Garst, r e; Lindsey, r t; Kramer, r g; Grove, c; Lyden burg, 1 g; Sullivan, I t; Kerr, I e; Mento!, q ; Kimmel, r h b; Roberts, I b b; Isaacs, b. Manager-H. A. Laver. Centrals (Dayton, Ohio), 36; Scrubs (Dayton, Ohio), o . Centrals-( Regular team.) Scrubs-Faber, r e; Palfrey, r t; Schenc, r g; Alday, c; Kent, I g; Williams, I t; Lee, l e; Knect, q; Lane, r h b; Concles, l h b; Jordan, f b. Manager-H. A. Laver. Centrals (Dayton, Ohio), 24; 0. A. C. (Dayton, Ohio), o. Centrals--(Regular team.) 0. A. C.-Shank. r e; Hawk, r t; Flinn, r g; Hallway, c; Littell, I g; White, l t; Reeves, I e; Smith, q; Bronson, r h b; George, I h b; Spaulding, f .b. ManagerH . A. Laver. Centrals (Dayton, Ohio), 35; Heights, o. Centrals-(Regular team.) Heights-Walker, re; Myers, rt; French, r g; Blymyer," c; Sweeny, I g; Allen, I t; Cronin, I e; Davis, q; Rogers, r h b; Bell, 1 h b; l\lacaulay, f b. ManagerH. A. Laver. Centrals (Dayton. Ohio), 22; Heights (Montgomery City), o. team . ) Heights-Walker, r e; Myers, r t; French, r g; Blymye r , c; Sweeny, I g; Allen, I t; Cronin, I e; Davis, q; Rogers, r h b; Macaulay, I h b; Ack, f b. ManagerH. A. Laver. Centrals (Dayton, Ohio), 34; Picks (Dayton, Ohio), o. Centrals-( Regular team.) Picks-Royer, r e; Stauffer. r t; Clark, r g; Phill:ps, c; McGreagor, I g; Howard, I t; Whittel , I e; Owens, q; Forgy, r h b; Burns, I h b; Levy, f b. Manager-.H. A. Laver. Centrals (Dayton, Ohio), 30; 0. A. C. (Dayton, Ohio), o. Centrals-( Regular team.) 0. A. C.-Schanc, r e; Hawk, r t; Flinn. r g; Hallway, c; Recd, I g: White, I t; Reeves, l e; Smith, q; Bronson, r h b; George, l h b; Spaulding, b. ManagerH. A. Laver. Hunter A. A. (Gloucester, N. J.\ 5; Gloucester, J rs . (Glouceste r , N. J.J , o . Hunter A. A -Richard Byers, r e; Edward B ennett, r t; C lar ence Champion, r g; VI alter Bowan, c; Martin Champ ion, I g; Frank Zimmer, l t; James Farrell, l e; Fran k Rhodes, q; Thomas Costello, r h b; Raymond Moyer, I h b; Lewis Rambo, f b. Gloucester, Jrs.-qank Pasco, re; William C olbrimm, r t ; John McGlease, r g; L ewis Hickson, c; J o3eph L enney, I g; J o seph Colbrimm, l t; Bob Bail, l e; Thomas Rodgers, q; George Mc Elhane, r h h: Charjey Mitchell, 1 h b; John Sahvettle,. f b. Man ager Samuel Darling. hunter A. A. (Gloucester, N. J.), 5; Gloucester, Jrs. (Glou c ester, N.].),o. A. A.-(Regular team.) Gloucester, Jrs.-John Owens , r e; Byers .\Ielch, r t; Hyers Thomson, r g; Charley Duffey, c; Con Gannett, I g; Thomas Sheridan, I t; Copper Wilson, 1 e ; Moss, q; Peter :tlfoore, r h b; John Kelley, I h b; Georg-e Storms, f b . Manager-Samuel Darling. Lions (Burlington, Vt.), 29; Mirrors ( B urlington, Vt.), o . Lions-Edwin Larque, r e; Roy Sawyer, r t; Charlie Bland, r g; Sidney Spear, c; Edwin Larqne, I g; Edwin Blai r , l e; Allen ri.IcCormick, I t; Roswell Kelley, q: Leo Burnell (capt.), r h b; Dick Chassey, I IL b; Charlie Macrae, f b. Mirrors-(Refused to give line-up.) Manager-Roswell Kelley. Lions (Burlington, Vt.), 42; Victors (Burlington, Vt.), o . Lions-( Regular team.) Victors-Kling, r e; Flaherty, r t; Clement, r g; Farrington, c; Wright, I g; Dooley, 1 t; Roland, I e; Francis, q; Hoffman, r h b; Shanley, 1 h b; ---, f b. Manager-Roswrll Kelley. Lions (Durlington, Vt.), 16; Wright A. C. (Burlington, Vt.), o. Lions-( Regular team. Wright A. C.-(Refused to give line up.) }.faingcr-Roswell Kelley. Lions (Burlington, Vt.), 65; White A. A. (Burlington , Vt.), o . Lions-(Regular tl'am.) White A. A.-Gaston Fisher , r e; Rob. Spear, rt; Robert \Vilson, r g; Henry. Douglas, c; Fritz Bushner, I g; Willie Bushner, I t; Charlie Holdstock, I e; Henry Donnie, q; Charlie Tiphany, r h b; Mike Dulwan, 1 h b; John Sullivan, f b. Manager-Roswell Kelley. Lions (Burlington, Vt.), 59; Terrors (Burlington, \T.t.), o . Lions-(Regular team.) Terrors-(Refused to give l i neu p . Manager-Roswell Kelley. Lions (Burlington, Vt.), II; Mysteries (Burlington, Vt.), o . Lions-( Regular team.) Myste ries-Page, r e; Mitchell, r t ; Hills, r g; Howard, c; Pine, I g; Powers, I t; Martin, I e; R. Sheaon, q; Magraw, r h b; H. Sheaon, l h b; Hogan, f b. Man-ager-Roswell Kelley. . Lions (Burlington, Vt.), 32; Scrubs (Shelbourne, Vt.); o . Li.ons-(Rcgular team.) Scrubs-]. Peters, re; Denton , rt; McAuliffe, r g; Wyman, c; Smith, I g; Cory, I t; F. Peters, I e ; Foster, q; Brown, r h b; Allen, I h b; Beach, f b. ManagerRoswell Kelley. Lions (Burlington, Vt.), 33; Jews (Burlington, Vt.). o. Lions-f Regu lar team.) Jews-(Refused to give line-up.) Manager-Roswell Kelley. . Buena Parks (Chicago, Ill.), 17; (Edgewater, Ill.) , o. Buena Parks-( Regular team . ) Edgewaters-Northrop , r e; F. Bishop. r t; Andrews, r g; Brown, c; Anderson, I g; Kerwin, I t; Collins, I e; R. Fisher, q; Hotchkins, r h b; Clay, I h b; Sheets, f b. Manager-Fred Cottrell. Elmwoods (Chicago, Ill.), 6; Sycamores (Chicago, Ill .), o . El mwoods-F. O'Connell, r e; B. Sp i llard, r t; B . Wilso n , r g; T. Brown. c; E . Wilson, I g; F. Eighme, I t; T. Crowe, I e; E. Fargo, q; S. Green hut, r h b; W. Madison, l :i b; ]. Lamkin, f b. Sycamorcs-Moyses, r e; Dudley, r t; Bodman, r h b. Refused rest of line-up. Manager-Earl Fargo. Night Hawks, 22; Tip, Jrs., o . Night Hawks-G. Heal, r e; J. Gill, r t; F. K eith, r g ; D. Healy, c ; T. Moure, I g; L. Burke, I t; A. Heal , I e ; Kelley (capt.), q; E. Kelley, r h b;]. Foley, I h b; P . C h u rch ill , f b . Tip, J rs.-]. Flory, r e; C. Frauly, r t; T. F i inn, r g; J. Saxton. c; ]. Donahue, 1 g; \II/. McNiel, I t'; F. Manning, l e; E. Harr ing ton, q; R. Lovover, r h b; F. Frauly, 1 h b; L. Burgess, f b. Manager-F. Burke. Fardale, Jrs. (Lorin, Cal.), 29; Alamedas (Alameda, Cal.), o . Fardale, J i-s.F. Momsom, r e; B. Tramelnan, r t; E . Murph y, r g; H. Muncher, c; T . Streib , I g; H. Willis, 1 t; M. Low, I e; K. Mercer, q; Rosen, r h b; S . Bonner, I h b; Thomas W . Str eib , f b . Hansom, r e; H . Hadscom, r t; 0. C oo p er, r g; H. Rolet, c ; V. Roomer, l 15; 0. Height, I t ; O!lide s, I e ; G . Hen. c enso m , q; E . B r owanan, r h b; A. Johnson , I h b; E. Cranster, f b. l\Ianager -Thomas Will i am Strei b . Royals (Milwaukee , Wis.), r8; Lake V i ew, Jrs. ( Milw aukee, Wis . ) , o . R oya l s F u ellema n , r c ; . K ull man, r t ; Scfal e in , r g; Aswarth, c; Voss, I g; K eller, l t; Mueller, I e ; Mille r , q; S chroder, r h b; Schattcnburg, I h b ; Daniels, f b. L a k e View, Jrs.-M cCarthy,


. , TIP TOP WEEKLY. re; Newman, rt; Reilly. r g; Murphy, c; Talmage, 1 g; Buelow, 1 t; Landon, 1 e; Connell, q; Cramer, r h b; M1tchell, I h b; Schefli.ngton, f b. Manager Fuellemau. Rivers ides (Kewburyport , ::-.lass.), 20; N. A. C., Jrs. (Newbury port, Mass.), o. Riversides-Roy Bell, r e : Leary, r t; Quinn, r g; Masay, c; Blood, 1 g; Thornell, 1 t; Lucy, 1 e; A . Lewis (capt.), q; Casey, r h b; Sweeney. I h b; F . Rowe, f b. N. A . C., Jrs.-Potter (capt.), re: Blood.rt; Joliotta, r g; Manchester, c; Kenney, l g; Thurlow. 1 t; Donahue. l e; Hoyt, q; Hanni:;an, r h b; Hud-6011, 1 h b; Hussey, f b. :\Ianager-W. J. Philiips. Ccnturys (Salt Lake City, Utah), 35; T homp so ns (Salt Lake City, Utah), o. . Centurys-Piper, r e: Harrison, r t; Evans, r g; Cemus, c; Buckley, 1 g; Wild, J i; Read<:, 1 e; M ill e r, q; Crane, r h b; Craycraft, 1 h b; N aglon, i L. Thompsons-Anderson, r e; Bie, r t; Schade, r g: Deu, c; Jacobs , I g; Poll, 1 t; Schade, I e; Thompson, q; Nelson, r h b; Smith, 1 h )>; D angerfie ld, f b. Manager-Buckley. Mid West A. C. (Springfie ld, Ill.), 32; M. 0. A. C., o. Mid W f'St-G. She11ck, r e; T. Pugh, r t; A. D oig, r g; R. Stirers. c; E . Fiske, I g; R. R o me, 1 t; F. Baylis, I e; R. D. Tompi;on, q; P. vVi lliam son, r h b; C. Morris, I h b; S . R. K enncs. r t ; C. Joh;; stone, r g ; B Wadsword. c; B. Runkle. I g ; N. L ewis, I t; T. Tnrnkle, le; R. N. Noble, q; H. S . Tamper,;on, r h h: F. T. Farrell, I h b; M. F. Merridale . f b. Phmgc rs A. C.-R. Lewis, r e; T. Cones, r t; B. Blenker, r g: K. Nev i ns. c; R. l\Jurphy, I g; T. Kelly, I t; S. Schroeder. I e; N. Schneid<'r, q; J. Billings , r h b ; T . EtJglis h , I h b; R D. Doyle, f b. Manager--D. S. Dingle. •


Prof. Fourmen: How are my measurements? I am 15 years 2Y, months old, am 5 feet 5Y, inches tall, and my weight is rn6 pounds. How much more should I weigh? I realize that I am very thin, but I am taking 15 minutes exercise each morning and a cold sponge bath. Will these help me? I forgot to tell you that I used the rubb

. .. TIP TOP'S WINTER S .PORTS CONTEST .. BASKET BALL • ICE HOCKEY \ . Can You Put Up a Winning Team This Vear? There Are Oood Reasons why You • Should Try. What Are These Reasons? By winning the 7lp Top Championship your name By winning the Tip Top Championship you win becomes famous throughout the country. one of the Tip Top Championship Pennants. •• HE RE THEY ARE a l ---l . TIP.TOPiUKfrBAii .. ..--,;. __ 'T ___ --7'• " - • TIP TOP ICE HOCKEY Champions of 1903 Champfons of 1903 I -Do you see those dotted lines on the pennants? Is the name of your team to fill one of those honored places this year? IT'S UP TO YOU? --Remember our old battle cry: BREKA CO-AX, CO-AX, YALE! THAT'S THE SPIRIT THAT WINS! REMEMBER THAT TIP TOP AWARDS IN ADDITION TO PENNANTS TO TO THE CHAMPION S HIP BASKET BALL TEAM THE CHAMPIONSHIP ICE HOCKEY TEAM 1 Basket Ball 7 Pairs of Ice Hockey Skates 5 Pairs Running Trunks 7 Pairs of Ice Hockey Shoes 5 Pairs Running Shoes 7 Sweaters ' 5 Armless J erseys 7 Ice Hocke,.-Caps 5 Pairs S tociUngs 7 Ice Hockey Sticks DON'T MISS A WINN INC THROW. DON'T LET THE ICE SLIP FROM UNDER YOU. HERE ARE THE DIRECTIONS F'OR :LU:ANAGEHS. FIRST-Cut out and fill i n one of the following c oupons as yottr t e a m l s an Ic" Hockey or BRsket B all Team. SECOND-Write out on paper a list of the p layers of y o u r team and thos e of your opponent' s . W rite on one side of p aper only. THIRD-Pin the coupon to your w r i t t e n reyort. FOURTH-Give a c lear, concise account o the game, and send t o STREE T & SMITH, 238 William Street, New York City, TIP TOP W EKLY will publis h all t h e scores. Therefore ke-;, p your t eam c o n stantly b efore the athlet i c world by sending in A.LL YOUR SCORS: I • BASKET BALL COUPON ICE HOCKEY COUPON ' Name of Team ...•• , ...... _ ..................... Name of Team .................................. To'Wl! a •••• a •••••••••••••••••••••• : • • • • • • •••••••• Town ....••..•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••.•••••. State ................... ........................ State ............................................. Winner .......................................... Winner .••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Flail.I Score ....................................... Final Scor:J •••................................... Date ............................................... Date ............................................. Manager ......................................... Manager ..•••.•.••••.•...••••.••..•..••.••••....•


Tip TOp Prize PRIZf PHOT06RAPH No. 25 r \ti s " CHAtt'IPIONS " Prize Photo No. 25 was entered in the Col) test by Manager M orse, of Sacramento, Cal. PRIZf PHOT06RAPH No. 26 " RfD CROSS TfAtt'I " Brize Photo No 27 w a s entered in the Contest by George L. Nuessle, of Buffalo, N. Y . Gallery Second Annual Photographic CONTEST A . F U L L Photo -graphic 0 u t fit Given asa Prize FOR THE BEST AMATEUR TIP TOP PHOTOGRAPH OF ANY ATHLETIC EVENT or ATHLETIC TEAM Come On, Boys! Get Your Cameras. at Work If you want a Fine and Complete Photographic Outfit, h e r e is your chance. All you hav e to do is t o get a good, clear p kture of any of the fol/owing sub/ect s : 1 . A Baseb all Game 2. A Basketball Game 3 . A H i g h Jump 4. A Hurdle Race 5. A Pole Vault 6. A Swimmin g Match 7 . A Shot P u t 8 . A Hammer Throw 9 . A n Athletic Team 10. A n Athlete 11. A Bicycl e Race 12. A Wres tling M atch 13. An Ice Hoc key Game 14. A Skating Match Also send a description of what the picture represents Our artist will act as judge in the Contest The Best Photo= graph Wins the Prize


. ' ,, 2!F4"9' ,.., ,... ?F>i&)8sq tf'ilJCl . ..., BEST AND .lU.OS'I." .FAlM:OUS BOOKS WRrrTEN FOR BOYS ARE PUBLISHED IN The Medal _Library Th -• • • Among the many writers found in this library be mentioned the names of Oliver Optic Horatio Alger, Jr. Lieut Lounsberry Gilbert Patten Leon Lewis G. A. James Otis Edward S. Ellis Jules Verne Capt. Marryat Geo. Manville Fenn Arthur Sewall Gordon Stables Cuthbert Bede Matthew White, Jr. Frank H. Converse W. H. G. Kingston Capt. Mayne Reid Wm . . Murray Graydon Brooks McCormick .----..... . ....... . These books are full size. Bound in handsome illuminated covers. The authors of the stories published in the MEDAL Ln:ntARY hold first place in the hearts of the youth of our land. Price, 10 Cents. -All Newsdealers. STREET i SMITH, PuBLISHERS, 238 WILLIAM ST., .NEW YORK. 3


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