About This Book
Here, Harry, catch hold." "Ouch-I dropped that cartridge box on my pet corn." "Say, you fellows, are we going to Africa or are we on a Coney Island picnic?" "Be serious now, Billy Barnes, you may be all right as a reporter, but as a shipping clerk you're no more good than a cold storage egg." "Well, I'm doing the best I can," was the indignant reply, "here-I've got it all down: Box 10- One waterproof tent, one rubber-blanket, tent-pegs, ropes, more ropes.-Say, Frank, what in the name of the 'London Times' and jumping horn-toads do you want so much rope for?"
