September 3, 1999. Maypole Day.
Breathe deeply. This used to be an advertisement for macaroni and cheese.

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Oh, bosh!
A rousing adventure story for boys
by Bret Dawson
(Chapter 3)

 "Well, really, Draykelsworth," said Jeremiah Addlesby, master stabler, "that's a capital idea. Yes, a capital idea, indeed! I should be delighted to join you on your camping trip."

"Ah, you're a good man, Addlesby," replied Sir Charles Draykelsworth. "I had hoped you would see the appeal of this expedition. There's treasure for the taking, treasure more precious and perfect than you have ever imagined. And I would choose you above all men to share my booty."

"No, old chap. You are the good man here. I am but your humble servant, eager to assist your mission in any way I might. If we should, on our travels, discover that there is treasure to be found, or booty to be shared..."

Here, Addlesby paused, struggling for the right word.

"Well," he finally managed, "that will indeed be a gay and joyous occasion."

"Right you are, my good man," said Draykelsworth. "Right you are."

Next: Chapter Four.



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