Big Stone Gap High School - School Bell Yearbook (Big Stone Gap, VA)

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An Unsuccessful Raid on the Refrigerator By Teddy Collier Bert Little was a frequent visitor to the theaters, dances and operas and often came home very late on the evenings when he made such visits. On a certain evening in June, he arrived very late at the garage where ke hept his small roadster. “You still up?” he addressed a small German police dog that came running to meet him. “Can’t you sleep either, old boy? You must have eaten too much of that good supper we had, just like I did.” With this last remark he started toward the house. As he opened the door to the inclosure at the back of the kitchen which housed the cream ' colored refrigerator, he was reminded of the delicious supper he had eaten. But he was not the only one who was thinking of the store of food in the large refrigerator. About an hour after Bert Little had gone to bed, a whispered conversation was held at the corner of the porch and two small dark figures came to the screen door of the in ' closure and stopped. After the handle was pulled the larger shadow whispered, “It’s locked inside.” A moment’s hesitation and the other figure spoke. “I’ve got it.” He drew from his pocket a jack knife and began cutting into the wooden frame around the latch. Off to the side of the sleeping porch, Bert was aroused by the police dog scratching on the screen. “I’ll teach that pup to be quiet,” he said, as he started toward the window, snatching a small glass jar from the dresser as he passed. At the sound of a window being raised one of the figures darted around the comer of the house and the other dropped down beside the steps. “You had better get down and away from there,” came from the open window. A glass jar went hurling through the air and hit on the edge of the steps. Bert then lowered the window and all the quietness of the house reigned again. Next morning everything went on as usual in the house until Harry came down to breakfast with a bump on his head and a few small scratches here and there. “What on earth has happened to you, Harry?” exclaimed his mother. “Goodness sakes, have yo u been having bad dreams again?” “Harry stood stupefied, not able to utter a sound. Bert came to him and examined his head. “Nothing serious,” he said, “just bruised and cut here and there, and you need not worry about the panacea. I’ve fixed that already.” Most all brothers have secrets and Bert and Harry were not exceptions to the rule. i 26 I

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