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"iiy yp'ii!PgwKw mgn mMmQuu
perts." Nobody expects the youthful
voyagers to return except the mod
ern Vikings themselves.
The boys, before leaving, declared
they would .follow the path of the
trans-Atlantic liners and expect to
secure provisions and water- from
them if necessary.
Liverpool is their destination.
They expect to make the trip in
about four months.
In this 14-foot over all sloop the
cockpit has been so arranged thata
shakedown can be put on either side
of the center board fqr sleeping
quarters. A sea anchor, two sets of
oilskins and four life belts complete
the equipment. The sloop carries two
jibs, a mainsail with three reefing
points and'a leg-o'-mutton storm sail.
Moran is the pilot of this "littlest
trans-Atlantic craft." Both boys are
expert swimmers and sailors.
"KIDNAPING TRAGEDY" WAS ,
JUST A KID DAY LOVE AFFAIR"
School days, school days,
Dear old golden rule days.
Readin' and 'riting' and 'rithmetlc,
Taught to the tune of a hickory stick,
Now she's his queen in calico, '
And he is her bashful, barefoot beau,
Together to school they'll always go,
They are simply a couple of kids.
Because her 12-year-old " sweet
heart carried the school books-of an
other little miss, 13-year-old Syrita
Kripphane, 309 E. 59th street, ran
away from home. She went straight
to the bench in'Jackson Park, where
she and he (of the eternal triangle)
were accustomed to play. There she
sobbed her little heart qut
Yesterday she was missed at home
and at school. The police were no
tified, and panic-stricken parents and
relatives took up the search. Every
boy and girl in her school was deput
ized to try and find little Syrita.
There was consternation. Certain
afternoon newspapers told how she
had been kidnaped by a mysterious
man with a dark mustache and hat
pulled over his eyes.
In all the crowd of children search?
ers there was one whose heart was
sad. Instead of going in one of the
groups, as the school children did'j
RalDh BIshoD (whose proud boasts
are, he is "Syrita's fellow and know (M
jcjU. VYciisu; weui uu a. suuiary sejucu.
At 5 o'clock, broken up because he
had been unable to get any trace of
his diminutive lady love, Ralph's
steps turned toward the park and to
the bench that nestled among the ,,
trees, where she and he always
She was there. He tiptoed softly
to her side. "Oh 'Rita," he whis
pered. She was asleep, a. tear-stained face
and tangled curls resting 'on a dim
pled arm. Her school books had been
flung on the ground. He sat very
still beside her. '
Soon she awake. She saw him and
blushed prettily. He smiled in a su
perior sort of way. N
"Come on, 'Rita,-I've come to take
"Where's .Ruth Frahkle? I'll bet
she is not looking for me," parried
the little girl, as she tripped hand in
hand with her companion.
"I don't know,"- said her escort
quickly. "Gee, I don't like her ways
like I do yours."1
In.a-f ew minutes she was folded in
her mothers arms.
"Why did you go away, dear?" said
"Well, why did Ralph canry Ruth's
. -Mother understood, and kissed her. m
"After all her cackle about single
blessedness, I see that Gabrielle. de ,
Swash has married a French mar
"Oh, yes. She could no longer af
ford a maid and she had to haye
somebody to button her up the back
and wash her. dog." '
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