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Chapman, Allen [pseud.]

"Or Winning the Ferberton Prize"


"It opens to-morrow," went on Bob. "They say it's going to be one
of the biggest things that ever happened. A regular rip-roaring,
honest-to-goodness show. They'll have all the latest improvements
in radio sets and all kinds of inventions and lectures by men who
know all about it, and automobiles that run by wireless without any
drivers--"
"For the love of Pete," interrupted Joe, "go a little easy and let us
take it in a little at a time. Any one would think you were the barker
at a sideshow. Where is this wonderful thing to be?"
"On the roof of one of the big New York hotels," answered Bob. "I
forget the name just now, but it's one of the biggest in the city.
What do you say, fellows, to taking it in? We ought to get all sorts
of ideas that will help us in making our sets."
"Count me in," replied Joe promptly. "That is, if my folks will let
me go, and I think they will."
"Don't leave out little Jimmy," remarked that individual.
"Me too," added Herb. "That is, if dad will see it the same way
I do."
"I guess our folks won't kick," Bob conjectured confidently. "I notice
that they're getting almost as much interested in the game as we are.
Besides we won't have to stay in the city over night. The show's in
the afternoon as well as the evening and we can be home before ten
o'clock.


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