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Show GROUT-HY PLAYED SLEUTH Somewhat Mean Trick to tjo, But He Found Out Which Boy Mad Broken His Window. Grouchy neighbor, cane in hand, confronted the Giant Juniors at first base, which happened to be a lamp post. "Which of you young rascals batted the ball that broke my upstairs window?" win-dow?" he growled, thumping the pavement pave-ment menacingly with his stick. Each member of the team looked as innocent as a china doll. None spoke. Then an idea came to the grouchy neighbor. He permitted a smile to drive away the look of anger on his face. "Say, boys," he said merrily, "I was only joking about that window pane. I used to play baseball myself when I was a boy, and I have been much interested in-terested In watching you play. You have a fine team here, but it seems to me you are a little weak In batting. I doubt if there is one of you wno could knock a ball over that corner house." Eight pair of eyes turned toward Splinters, the wizard pitcher of the Giant Juniors, and Splinters himself, never unwilling to pose for the spotlight, spot-light, stepped forward. "Dat's where you're wrong, misteT," he said. "If yer'd ben here five minutes min-utes ago you'd of Been me slam one dat went ten feet over de roof of dat house." "Indeed!" exclaimed grouchy neighbor, neigh-bor, grasping Splinters firmly by the collar. "That must have been the ball that broke my window. Now you come with me and we'll see whether your father will settle the bill. If he doesn't, I'll have to take you to the police station." |