Indiana University School of Dentistry - Prognosis Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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alia 1BrugUlJ5i5 1 gmnfana wwraletumge 1 1904 Qlirtual 1 found themselves in front of a huge corniield. It looked awfully dark and forbidding, but, mustering up courage, they stepped out of the rig, hitched the horse and prepared to enter the field. n - The true version as told by the victim, is as follows: I had gotten one foot on the fence, when' Walsh called out, 'Matches, matches, we must have a light for the lan- tern !' , I fthe English boyj bravely climbed the fence, with a lantern in one hand and a huge Hour sack in the other. Walsh and myself climbed the fence together, and at the same time he relieved me of all my cash and spare car tickets. Eventually we came to the center of the field and halted. They piled around me and explained to me the exact way of holding the lantern, and the correct position in which the sack should be held. They also told me that the position I wasfilling was the most trying and severe o-ne, and that if it wasn't for my holding the sack there would be no sport at all. All of which advice I drank in with wide open ears. In the meantime they all agreed to walk out forty yards, and then run like h+-l bent, for ' 1 election to the rig and wait by the gate until they had all come together. They then 'left me and walked the forty yards, and then ran for the rig. All of a sudden, Kibler, the sport, stopped dead in his tracks, and called out in a voice which thrilled through and through. It resembled the cry of a mother wailing for her dead. 'O my Lord! O Lord! there's a ho-rsethief. running away with the rig l' And, sure enough, they could plainly see a man climb slowly into the rig and tdrive off as fast as the horse could go. Oesterly, who is a' small man and inclined to be boast- ful, ran two steps and called out, 6Here! here l' You know how a young cockerel tries to imitate a rooster by crowing loudly. Well, that was Gesterly. 'Nuff said. I-Iowever, they waited by the gate for the other fellows to come up. They waited live minutes and no Walsh 3 at the end of ten minutes still no Walsh, and it dawned upon them that the fellow who ran away with the rig was the astute Detective. You could hear the curses swell on the midnight air g in fact, I admitted to them afterwards, that I heard the distant rumbling and had attributed it to thunder. Still their ' X

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