Identifier: peeweeharrisontr00fitz (find matches)
Title: Pee-wee Harris on the trail
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Fitzhugh, Percy Keese, 1876-1950
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Publisher: New York : Grosset & Dunlap
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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the village of East Ketchem, and slongas these youngsters hez moved inside the taown 202 PEE-WEE HARRIS limits of East Ketchem theyll hev to report forschool at nine oclock to-morrow morning.The taown line between East Ketchem and WestKetchem runs right through the middle of thisisland. A gaping silence followed this horrible pro-nouncement. We—eh—we are just camping here, pending•— began Scoutmaster Ned. It aint no question uv pendin, said Mr.Birchel Rodney. The ordinance of the villageof East Ketchem says that every minor— Were not miners, were scouts! Pee-weeshouted. The ordinance of the village of EastKetchem, Mr. Rodney proceeded, ignoring theboisterous interruption, rtsays that every minor,which is spelled with a o, between the ages of eightyears and fifteen years, resident or visiting orotherwise domiciled— You cant say Im domiciled— Pee-wee be-gan. Or otherwise domiciled, the terrible mancontinued, must attend school in said villageexcept upon cause of illness—
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WERE NOT MINERS, WERE SCOUTS! PEE-WEE SHOUTED.Pee-wee Harris On the Trail. PaSe 202 THB NEW TORK PUBLIC AKDTILD8N ft ON THE TRAIL 203 Im sick a lot, Pee-wee yelled. I expect to have a cold very shortly, saidNick in his funny way. Determined and certified by a physician ingood standing. Thems the very words of thevillage law and we come to tell you that all theseyoungsters will hev ter report for school at nineA. M. to-morrer morning, in said village of EastKetchem. Foiled! said Nick, falling back on theground. Horrors and confusion! said Fido Norton. That we should live to hear this! moanedCharlie Norris. Oh, what have we stepped in-to? anothergroaned, holding his forehead in a way of des-pair. You mean what have we been drawn into!said another. Oh, that it should come to this! What have we done? What have wedone? sighed still another. As for Scoutmaster Ned, he gave one terrificgroan (or perhaps it was a roar of abandonedmirth) and fell backward off the grocery box. Only the fixer re

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