The Happy Years Page #2

speak of him.

Oh, pardon me.

Painful memory,

of course.

Who is this

old buck anyway?

Oh, he comes back and

forth every now and then.

Traveling salesman,

huh?

What's your line

of goods, old sport?

Uh, books.

Books?

Say, can't you get any

speed out of these nags?

Whoa! Whoa!

Yeah!

Yeah, boys, go!

Come on,

you silly nags!

Whoa! Stop that!

Come on! Faster!

Come on,

you silly nags!

Get going!

Stop that, please.

Get those horses

over here.

Give me those reins.

Give me those.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Easy now.

Whoa.

What in blazes

are you trying to do,

you young anarchist?

You ought to be driving

a couple of cows.

Giddyap.

Driver:
Whoa.

Well, there it is.

Looks kind of quiet.

I'll put some ginger

into it.

Which house are you

headed for?

The green house.

Giddyap.

Driver:
Whoa, whoa!

Whoa!

Well, here it is,

young sporting life,

the green house.

That awful, old stone blockhouse affair?

Why, it's not even

on the campus.

It's still got a warm

bunch of indians in it.

Uh, fare, please.

John:
Well, old sport,

tata, good luck.

Hope you sell out

your line.

Thanks.

Don't forget

about the ginger.

Sock it to them.

Why, old cocky wax,

put this in your pipe and smoke it.

I'm gonna own

this school.

Giddyap.

No old clothes today,

nothing to sell.

No rags, no bottles,

no bones.

Boy:
He doesn't

want to buy.

He wants to sell us

something-

patent removable

underwear, i think.

I'm the new boy.

The what?

The new boy?

Impossible.

Can't be.

New boys

always say "sir"

and take off

their hats politely.

Please, i am.

Can you prove it?

Please, i have

a letter.

My aunt's cat's pants!

It is the new boy!

What's

your name?

Stover.

Sir.

Sir.

What's your

full name?

John humperdink stover, sir.

Humperwhat?

Dink.

Say it again.

Humperdink.

Say it for me.

Humperdink.

Can't have that.

From now on,

your name is dink.

Yes, sir.

Why did they

fire you?

Well, they fired me

for, uh...

for bringing a couple of

rattlesnakes into the school.

Sir.

Send him up.

He belongs to me.

Dink, this is

the coffee colored angel-

mr. Channing

to you, dink.

Make a bow.

Take your hat off!

Keep your heels

together!

And this is

the white mountain canary-

mr. Denton to you.

Bow.

And now mr. Baxter,

addressed as cheyenne

only after a half a century

of intimacy.

Bow, dink.

And this is

poler beekstein.

He's only a genius.

He doesn't count.

And my name is

mr. Mccarty.

The pet name is tough,

tough mccarty,

and i don't like

the way you been bowing,

so do it over again

to everybody

with a lot more politeness.

The new man.

Well, stover,

how are you?

My name is

butsey white-

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