Harry Watson S High School Days Or The Rivals Of Rivertown

“Hey, fellows, we've a new student at Rivertown High!” “Who is he, Socker?” chorused a group of boys to whom their schoolmate had come running with his tidings. “Don't know. Nettie told me that she and Viola had met him as he was coming out of Principal Larmore's office.” “Yes, and you'd better watch out, Elmer. Nettie said Viola has been talking about nothing else but that good-looking fellow since she saw him!” bantered another of the group. The boy, light and rather handsome, but with a weak face, to whom this last remark had been addressed was about to reply, when a warning was sounded. “Keep quiet! Here he comes now!” declared Socker. Instantly all eyes were turned in the direction of the schoolhouse where they saw a lad walking with a swinging stride. Apparently about fifteen years of age, he was well built and rather tall. Dark hair, which curled about his cap, and laughing eyes bespoke him as a jolly, handsome fellow, and the ruddy glow brought to his cheeks by the crisp winter air was evidence that he was possessed of health in abundance.

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"Keep quiet! Here he comes now!" declared Socker. Instantly all eyes were turned in the direction of the schoolhouse where they saw a lad walking with a swinging stride. Apparently about fifteen years of age, he was well built and rather tall. Dark hair, which curled about his cap, and laughing eyes bespoke him as a jolly, handsome fellow, and the ruddy glow brought to his cheeks by the crisp winter air was evidence that he was possessed of health in abundance. "Why, I know who he is!" asserted another of the group. "Who?" "He must be Harry Watson, nephew of the Widow Watson. I remember Mrs. Watson told mother the other day that her nephew, Harry, was coming to Rivertown." "Where's he from?"

-Hey, fellows, we've a new student at Rivertown High!- -Who is he, Socker?- chorused a group of boys to whom their schoolmate had come running with his tidings. -Don't know. Nettie told me that she and Viola had met him as he was coming out of Principal Larmore's office.- -Yes, and you'd better watch out, Elmer. Nettie said Viola has been talking about nothing else but that good-looking fellow since she saw him!- bantered another of the group.

"[...] "Come on. A race for the brush-pile," shouted Longback. "I'll wager hot soda for the bunch of us that I'll be the first one to reach it." "You're on! You're on!" shouted a dozen of the boys, among whom were Harry and his recent team-mates. And as the challenge was accepted, the boys dashed away. No more than a few yards had he gone, than Elmer Craven shouted: "Oh, you Paul and Jerry! You've got the start of the rest of us. Come back and line up." "No. This is as fair for one of us as it is for another," cried Pud, whose inordinate love for soda caused him to exert himself to the utmost, and during the checking of the speed as the result of Craven's suggestion, he had taken the lead. "Sure you think it's fair now, Pud," laughed Jerry, "so long as you're ahead."[...]".