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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Michael O'Halloran"

You think you are wonders because
you've heard yourself called big, fine boys; you are soft fatties. I can
take you to the park and pick out any number of boys half your size and
age who can make either of you yell for mercy in three seconds. You aren't
boys at all; if you had to get on your feet and hike back to town, before
a mile you'd be lying beside the road bellowing worse than I've heard you
yet. You aren't as tough and game as half the girls of your age I know."
"You shut your mouth!" cried James in rage. "Mother'll fire you!"
"It is you who are fired, young man," said the tutor. "Your mother is far
away by this time. She left you boys with your father, who pays me to make
_men_ of you, so I'm going to do it. You are big enough to know that
you'll never be men, motoring around with nurses, like small babies;
eating cake and ice cream when your bones and muscles are in need of
stiffening and toughening. William, peel off your shirt, and show these
chaps how a man's muscle should be."
William obeyed, swelling his muscles.


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