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Chapman, Allen [pseud.]

"Or Winning the Ferberton Prize"

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"It will take quite a good deal," said Jimmy, "after hoofing it all
the way to my house and back on the double quick. I'll bet that trip
took ten pounds off me, if it took an ounce."
"That won't hurt you any," said Joe, with a total lack of sympathy
for his friend's trials. "Hurry up and plug in here, so that we'll
be ready for the next number on the program."
"Oh, all right, all right," said Jimmy, adjusting his phones. "If
I'm not ready, just tell 'em to wait."
The absurdity of this idea raised a laugh, which was suddenly
cut short as the first notes of a rousing march came ringing into
the earphones. Every note was true and distinct as before, with
practically no interference, and when the last note had died away
the boys rose and as though actuated by one impulse, executed an
impromptu war dance.
When they had quieted down somewhat, Bob rushed downstairs and
brought his mother up to hear her first radio concert. She was
rather incredulous at first, but when the first notes of a violin
solo reached her ears, her expression suddenly changed, and when
the selection was over she was almost as enthusiastic as the boys
themselves.
"That was simply wonderful!" she exclaimed. "I never imagined you
would be able to hear anything half as distinctly as that."
"I'll bet you never thought you'd hear anything over our home-made
set, now did you?" accused Bob.


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