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Being a Safety Scout means doing 
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SURE POP AND 
THE SAFETY SCOUTS 

BY 

ROY RUTHERFORD BAILEY 



PUBLISHED UNDER THE AUSPICES OF THE NATIONAL 
SAFETY COUNCIL 



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WORLD BOOK COMPANY 
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CONTENTS 



Introduction 

Adventure Number 

One: Bob Thirsts for Adventure and Gets It 

Two : The Royal Signet Ring . 

Three: The Woman and the Wizard 

Four: The Persistent Pigmy . 

Five : The Magic Button's Warning 

Six : The Live Wire . 

Seven : Betty Evens the Score . 

Eight : Little Schneider's P'^ire Alarm 

Nine: "Chance Carter's Way" 

Ten : The Twins Meet Bruce . 

Eleven : " Just for Fun " . 

Twelve: Getting Down to Business 

Thirteen : Dalton Patrol . 

Fourteen : Six Timely Tips 

Fifteen: Twin Uniforms . 

Sixteen : Where Safety Was a Stranger 

Seventeen: Giving the Other Fellow a Square 
Deal 

Eighteen : An Adventure in Safety . 

Nineteen : One Day's Boost for Safety 



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/ will bear in mind the value of human 
life and a sound body, 

I will take no risks to endanger my body 
or any of its parts. 

I will do nothing to endanger the life or 
limb of any other person, 

I will be vigilant not only for my own 
safety^ but for that of others, in the 
street or indoors, on foot or in con- 
veyances, anywhere and at all times. 

I will try to do at least one Good Turn 
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INTRODUCTION 

Safety First — The Prevention of Accidents 

Americans are realizing the need for preventing accidents. 
The general conservation and efficiency movements and the 
Workmen's Compensation Laws first directed the attention of 
employers to the needless waste of human life. The discovery 
that by the safeguarding of machinery and the education of 
workmen ninety per cent of the industrial accidents could be 
prevented, has proved the value of educational methods in Public 
Safety work, and the Safety activities of public officials, trade 
organizations, public schools, churches, and other agencies have 
been directed toward the prevention of accidents on the street, 
in public places, and in homes. Every phase of human life is 
affected by accidents, and their elimination means saving human 
life and the avoidance of destitution and misery. 

The National Safety Council realizes the importance of educat- 
ing school children in the principles of Safety ; for they will be 
the future industrial workers and the representatives of public 
opinion ; their interest must be aroused to practice and preach 
" Safety First " everywhere. Children can be taught to become 
alert to their own safety, and can influence their parents to a 
deeper realization of their responsibilities. 

The National Safety Council has directed the preparation of 
this book and hopes that through its pages children will be 
brought to realize the manliness of caution, the importance 
of courtesy and consideration ; that, in short, the Safety way 
is simply the right way of doing things ; and that the efficiency, 
comfort, and happiness of many individuals will be increased 
by the practicing day in and day out of " Safety First.'* 

R. W. CAMPBELL 

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Vou have no right to take a chance ; 

some one else may have to take the 

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ADVENTURE NUMBER ONE 

BOB THIRSTS FOR ADVENTURE AND GETS IT 

*' Bully for Uncle Jack!" cried Bob, a stalwart lad just 
on the edge of twelve, excitedly waving a letter with a 
South American postmark. "What wouldn't I give to be 
with him on his exploring trips ! Here, Betty, listen to this 
part about their fight with the natives !" 

"Oh, don't, please!" said his twin, clapping both hands 
over her ears, but listening just the same. "I'm always so 
afraid Uncle Jack will get killed." 

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"Uncle Jack get killed? Haordly! Just listen to what 
he says ; 

"'This last scrimmage was one of the liveliest I've ever 
been up against, The warlike up-river tribes, it seems, mis- 
took our native scouts for a war party and lay in ambush 
for us. Might have been worse, though. Our losses were 
two men killed and seven wounded — but of course that's 
only a fraction of what you wound and kill every day back 
there in the States.' " 

"Why, what does he mean by that?" wondered Betty. 
"There's no war going on in this country, is there?" 

" Not that I know of." Even Brother Bob looked puzzled 
for a moment. "No Indians left to fight ! But say, Betty, 
Uncle Jack's life is just fairly dripping with adventure ! 
Think of it — every day chock-full of thrills and narrow 
escapes — and adventures every time he turns aroxmd! 
Well, it won't be many years now before I can be a scout 
and explorer myself." 

A yell from their playmates outside brought the twins 
to the street in a hurry. Bob's legs were longer, but Betty, 
quick as a cat, got there first. 

"You're it. Bob!" "Bob's last, so he's it!" Like a 
band of savages the screeching boys and girls scuttled across 
the car tracks and aroxmd the corners, while Bob counted 
up to five hundred "by fives." 

"Four hundr' nme' five, FIVE HUNDRED!" yelled 
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a glimpse of Jimmy West's new red boots disappearing under 
his grandmother's porch across the street. The sound of 
the wind in his ears as he ran drowned out the roar of the 
coming street car, and of course he had eyes only for those 
tell-tale red boots. 

Another jump and Bob would have been under the 
wheels — but a strong little hand on his shoulder stopped 
him. The street car roared by with a startled clang of its 
gong, for the motorman had seen Bob too late to throw off 
the power. 

Bob gasped in relief — then whirled around to see what 
had stopped him. And what do you think he saw, right 
there beside him in the street? Was it a scout — or a 
pygmy — or what? 

He was old and snowy haired, but as fresh as a daisy 
and as spry as a cricket. His cheeks were as ruddy as 
Spitzenberg apples and his only wrinkles were the laughter 
wrinkles at the comers of his eyes. And such eyes ! They 
were big and clear, and so bright that Bob could only look 
at them a moment and then turn away. It was like trying 
to stare at the sun. 

He was tiny, but straight as a ramrod in his natty khaki 
uniform. And he was holding up his right hand just like 
the big policeman on the comer downtown. As he dropped 
it to shake hands with Bob, there was a sudden flash of 
green. 

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eyes. "Where on earth did you come from? And who -^ 
who are you, anyway?" 

"My name is Sure Pop! " answered the scout in a clear 
voice, like the note of a bugle. "I've dropped in on the 
United States on my second tour of scouting duty, and I 
hear you are thirsting for adventure. Well, youVe had 
oney at any rate ; if I hadn't grabbed you just in the nick 
of time — " He shuddered and hustled Bob back to the 
sidewalk. 

"Thanks, old scout!" stammered Bob. "I didn't 
know there was a car coming, and you see I was in such 
a hurry — " 

"I see!" said Sure Pop, dryly. "/ see. Bob, but you 
didn't. How do you suppose a wee chap like me ever 
gets across the busy streets downtown?" 

"Give it up!" said Bob, "unless you can fly!" And 
he gave a sly glance at the scout's square little shoulders, 
half expecting to see wings. 

Sure Pop grinned. "No more than you," he chuckled. 
"So I keep my eyes and ears open. Folks who have no 
wings must use their wits." 

Bob felt a bit imcomfortable to have his mind read so 
easily, and promptly changed the subject. " What a funny 
name you have — ^ Sure Pop ' ! " 

" Well, 'tis a funny one, sure pop ! That name was wished 
on me by a crowd of Borderland folk, and then His Majesty 
gave it to me for keeps." 



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"His Majesty — do you mean your King?" 

"Right — the King of the Borderland." The two had 
been walking toward the Dalton house as they talked. 
Now Sure Pop followed Bob up the steps and curled up in 
the big porch chair to tell him all about it. 

" Once upon a time, some years ago, when I was a yoimger 
man than I am now," began Sure Pop, " I was standing on a 
comer in the largest city in the Borderland. It was noon- 
time, and crowds of horsemen and chariots were dashing 
up and down the street. 

" Suddenly I saw a youngster start over to my side of 
the street without looking either way. There was a char- 
iot almost upon him when I held up my hand, as I did to 
you now, and yelled, 'Look sharp!' He stopped short — 
and those thundering wheels missed him by about an inch. 

"He picked his way across the street, then, and held 
out his hand. 'That was a close shave,' he said. 'You've 
saved my life, Mr. — Mr. — ' For of course he didn't 
know my name from Captain Kidd's. 

"'That's all right!' I said. 'But you should always 
look before you cross.' 

"'Do you?^ he asked, with a sudden sharp glance. 

" ' Sure pop ! ' I told him. ' Safety First ! ' 

"By this time quite a crowd of Borderland folk had 
gathered around us, and they all laughed and cheered and 
called me 'Sure Pop.' And one bold-eyed rascal threw 
up his pointed cap and shouted, 'Bully for Sure Pop !' and 



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ran off to tell the King. At that all the rest of the crowd 
clapped their hands, for though they laughed at the name 
they knew I had the right idea." 

"Ha!" said Bob. "So that's how you came by that 
comical name of yours ? " 

"Sure pop !" answered the Safety Scout with a twinkle. 

Folks who have no wings must use their wits. 

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ADVENTURE NUMBER TWO 

THE ROYAL SIGNET RING 

Sure Pop paused in his story as Betty came dashing 
around the house. Like a shot the stranger jumped to his 
feet, and again Bob caught that sudden flash of green as 
he raised his hand in salute. 

"Hello, Betty, glad to see you !" 

"Why, goodness me!'' exclaimed Betty. "You seem 
to know me, but I don't know who you are — luiless you 
are one of those Boy Scouts Bob is so crazy to join?" 

"Not exactly Boy Scouts," chuckled Sure Pop with a 
wink at Bob, "unless you coimt us boys till we're ninety- 
nine years old ! Girls are scouts, too, in my regiment." 

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you dare interrupt, for Sure Pop's right in the middle of a 
story — and I think he's come to stay a while, haven't 
you. Sure Pop?" 

"Sure pop! I'll stay as long as the King will let me," 
laughed the merry little scout. 

"Well, after I got away from the crowd," he went on, 
"my eyes must suddenly have been opened to the thousand- 
and-one things that might happen even in Borderland to 
folks who didn't look sharp on the street, for on my way 
home I saved several others from getting hurt. 

"The first was a careless little cabin boy, who went 
along whistling with his hands in his pockets. He slipped 
and fell pliunp in front of a chariot, and of course he couldn't 
jerk his hands out of his pockets in time to save himself. 
I grabbed him up in the very nick of time, or he'd have been 
smashed flatter than a pancake. 

"And only a block farther on, I met a carpenter hurry- 
ing through the crowd with a ladder on his shoulder. Some 
one shouted to him, and he whirled aroimd with never a 
thought of his ladder. The end of it would have hit a fat 
old banker squarely between the eyes if I hadn't been watch- 
ing for that very thing and caught it as it swung. I went 
home and thought no more about all this, till that night, 
at midnight, I was summoned before the King." 

"The King!" cried Betty. "My, weren't you scared?" 

" I was, sure pop ! When I marched into the throne room 
it was crowded with richly dressed people. The King and 



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Queen sat on their thrones, and as I went toward them I 
had to pass between two long lines of trumpeters. 

" Suddenly up went the silver trumpets, and the tnmipet- 
ers blew a mighty blast. Let me tell you, it was enough to 
send the shivers down your spine, that tnunpet call was ! 
It seemed as if I never had climbed a longer flight of steps. 
But at last I foimd myself bowing before the King and 
Queen. The King, who wore a brand new uniform, just 
like this one I have on, beckoned a herald to his side. 

"^Now hark to his words,' he said to me, 'and say if he 
speaks the truth.' And then the herald read aloud from a 
long white scroll, with scarlet seals on it, the story of how I 
had saved the young chap from the chariot that noon, and 
all about the cabin boy and the fat old banker I'd helped 
on my way home ! 

"'Does the herald speak truly?' asked the Borderland 
King. And all the rest strained their ears for my answer. 

"'Sure pop. Your Majesty!' I replied before I knew 
what I was saying. At that he pulled from his finger a new 
signet ring, inked it with some magic ink, and motioned for 
me to hold out my right hand. How do I know it was 
magic ink? Why, it must have been, for the print it 
made has never faded. Look ! " 

Bob and Betty looked at the little 
scout's right hand, which he held up 
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"'Hold it up,' commanded the King, 'where all can 
see! ' And then the trumpets soimded again. 

"'Long live Colonel Sure Pop, the Safety Scout!' cried 
the herald. The court wizard stepped forward, waved his 
hand and miunbled a few magic words over me, and — what 
do you think ! — I found myself dressed in a brand new 
scouting uniform, the only one just like the King's !" 

Long live the Safety Scouts I 

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ADVENTURE NUMBER THREE 

THE WOMAN AND THE WIZARD 

Sure Pop, the Safety Scout, drew a long breath and 
watched the automobiles whirling recklessly down the busy 
street. " But say, haven't you twins had enough stories 
for one day ? " 

" Not much we haven't ! What did the King do next ? " 

No doubt about the twins' being thirsty for adventure ! 
Sure Pop smiled. 

"Well, a single wave of the King's hand dismissed his 
people. Looking very sorrowful, he opened the great book 
in which he keeps the record of everything that happens 
over here in the New World. 

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"I looked where he pointed, and trembled. For this 
was what I read: 



"'united states of AMERICA 

'Fathers and mothers and boys and girls killed by 

accidents last year 

* Injured, blinded, crippled, and maimed ' 

" He ran his finger across the page to the totals, and I saw 
that the first total ran clear up into the thousands — and 
the second one into the millions! 

" 'Colonel Sure Pop,' said the King, 'if only the thought 
you put into the mind of that lad you saved this noon, 
might be put into the mind of all America !' 

"'Your Majesty means — Safety First?' I asked. 

"The King nodded. 'All the lives lost in all our battles,' 
he said grimly, 'are but a drop in the sea as compared with 
the slaughter of a single year in a single land ! ' 

"'Oh, Your Majesty, let me go and teach them Safety 
First — now, before another life is thrown away !' 

'"No, Colonel. Not yet. The time is not yet ripe. 
But — perhaps we can make a beginning. Come to me 
again tomorrow night, at midnight, and we shall see.' 

"The next night I went to the throne room and found the 
King studying a big map. He had a red pencil and a blue 
one in his hand, and he pointed to a lot of red rings he had 
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"'Those/ he told me, 'are America's great mills. In 
them and the other factories, thousands upon thousands 
of workmen are killed by accident every year — by accident, 
Colonel, not in battle. 

"'And that is not all,' the King went on. 'These blue 
lines mark the trails of the great iron horses — the railroads. 
Last year these iron horses trampled out thousands of lives 
in America alone. And all because the Americans haven't 
learned to think Safety !' 

"That was too much for me. I pleaded with him to let 
me come straight to America and help end that awful suf- 
fering. But the King shook his head. 

"'The more haste, the less speed. Colonel. Before you 
can help America, you must help yourself ; and the quickest 
way to do that is first to teach Safety to our own people. 
Let me see you win yoiu* spiu-s here in the Borderland, and 
then — to America you go ! ' 

"'Teach Safety to oiu* own people?' I repeated, a bit 
puzzled. 'How ought I to go about it. Sire?' 

"'Go through all the Borderland,' said the King, 'and 
muster an army of Safety Scouts. Train them to know 
signs that spell DANGER, as an Indian scout reads the signs 
of the trail. Teach them to report every danger signal 
they see — and they will teach their neighbors, and so the 
knowledge will spread. But above all, be sure yoiur Safety 
Scouts are well chosen.' 

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"'Colonel of the Scouts,' said the King, shrewdly, 'the 
wisest are not always the safest. Have you never thought 
why it is " bad luck to go under a ladder " ? ' 

" ' Never, ' I owned up. ' I Ve always thought of it as just 
a proverb.' 

"'True. But proverbs without reason would be like 
trees without roots. Stop and think : sometimes a ladder 
breaks or slips, which is bad for the climber — and bad for 
any one who happens to be under that ladder just then. And 
sometimes a painter's heavy paintpot falls — and woe to 
him who walks imder the ladder then, be he the wisest man 
in the kingdom. Now go, and one moon from tonight bring 
me a full regiment of Safety Scouts.' 

"So out through the Borderland I went, saying over and 
over to myself, 'It is bad luck to go under a ladder,' and 
waiting for the King's meaning to be made plain. 

"First! went to the home of a great wizard, the wisest 
man in tli^ Borderland. As I neared the house, the door 
opened and the wizard came out, a heavy book of wisdom 
under his arm. 

"He had a long black pipe in his mouth. Pulling out a 
match, he lighted his pipe, threw the burning match over his 
shoulder, and hurried on toward the city. 

"I started to run after him, when a flicker of light caught 
my eye. There in the straw that littered the roots of the 
ivy vines by the steps, a little tongue of flame was lapping 
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Bob jumped to his feet as if he had heard the clang of 
a fire bell. "Good enough for him, the old fossil ! Did it 
bum his house down?" 

"Game mighty near it/' said Sure Pop, looking at the 
scars on his hands. "He had a sick wife in there all alone, 
and if I hadn't happened along just then — 

"Well, anyway," he went on cheerfully, "I got the fire 
out at last. And the King's meaning was made plain — 
it is one thing to have wisdom and another thing to use it. 
So I didn't ask the wizard to join the Safety Scouts, after 
aU." 

" I should say NOT ! " cried Bob and Betty with one voice. 
"But where did you find your Scouts?" added Bob. 

"Well, the next idea I had was to ask mothers, for mothers 
give up much of their time, anyhow, to keeping children out 
of harm's way. I foimd one whose house looked so trim 
and neat, and her children so clean and happy, that I had 
almost made up my mind to invite her to join — when my 
eye fell on a shining butcher knife hanging beside the kitchen 
table, where even the baby could reach it without half 
trying. 

"And that wasn't all I saw. There was a saucer of fly 
poison on the window sill ! Then I saw the mother starting 
to carry out a pail of water to scrub the steps, when 
the brass knocker on the door gave a thimip, and she left 
that hot water right there in the middle of the floor while 
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"Just then the baby came toddling across the room. 
He got safely past the scalding water and the fly poison, but 
the next moment I saw him climb up on a chair, open the 
medicine chest, and grab a bottle from the bottom shelf — 
the bottom shelf, Betty, of all shelves in the house ! Out 
came the cork, and up went the bottle to his lips, just as I 
saw to my horror a skull and crossbones on its label. Like 
a flash I—'' 

"What's a skull and crossbones. Sure Pop?" broke in 
Betty. 

"Poison sign!" explained Bob, shortly. "Don't inter- 
rupt ! Go on. Sure Pop! " 

"Like a flash," said Siu-e Pop, "I boimded to the baby's 
side and snatched the bottle away. I tell you, I did some 
earnest thinking as I left that house. I realized that it 
would never do to ask that mother to join oiu* army of Safety 
Scouts, for until she herself had formed the Safety habit, 
she could hardly be expected to teach Safety to others. 
The adventure o^ the baby and the poison bottle had opened 
my eyes to the real meianing of the King's words about 
finding Scouts who could read the little signs that spell 
DANGER. 

"By the way, I told the poison bottle story to a great 
doctor the other day, and now he's doing his best to get a 
law passed requiring that all poison bottles be of some 
special shape, different from any other bottles. That will 
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"But how can they be made diflferent in shape?" asked 
Betty. " What shape, Sure Pop ? " 

"Three-cornered, probably. That certainly would be a 
life-saving law, if he could only get it passed. Just think! 
There were several thousand deaths in the United States 
last year from that one cause alone — just from mistaking 
bottles of poison for other medicine." 

"But what I can't see," said Bob, "is how anybody could 
mistake a poison bottle. They all have skulls and crossbones 
on them, haven't they?" 

"Stop and think a moment," said the Safety Scout. 
"Suppose baby has croup in the night, and mother is roused 
out of a sound sleep and rushes to the medicine chest ; she's 
only half awake — the light is dim — poor baby is gasping 
and choking — not- a moment to lose. She isn't likely to 
stop and read labels very carefully, is she? But if she felt 
her hand close over a three-cornered bottle, it would wake 
her up in a hurry. Even in the darkness and in the excite- 
ment — if she had been trained to think of a three-cornered 
bottle as meaning DANGER, perhaps death — it would 
stay her hand as siu-ely as a red light stops an engine." 

"I suppose," said Betty, "that when folks are badly 
hurt, or awfully, awfully sick, other folks lose their heads 
and don't know what they really are doing." 

"Betty, you've hit the nail right on the head. Now 
that's why we must fix things so safety won't depend on 
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right into our heads from force of habit. The sooner Ameri- 
can boys and giris — yes, and the grown-ups, too — get the 
Safety habit, the sooner 'Safety First' will change from 
phrase into fact. 

"The first day I ever spent in America opened my eyes 
to the price your coimtry is paying for the word 'guess.' 
The more I studied the situation, the of tener I noticed folks 
saying 'I guess' where they should have said '/ know. ' In 
nearly all of America's accidents, guesswork is the real 
cause. 

"The moment I realized that, I said to myself, 'It's high 
time America dropped guesswork out of its daily life.' My 
work was cut out for me : I began right then and there to 
study out ways of getting folks to stop guessing, once for all, 
and be sure — sure pop ! " 

S^op guessing y once for all, and be sure. 

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ADVENTURE NUMBER FOUR 

THE PERSISTENT PIGMY 

*'Say, Sure Pop!" burst out Bob, as the Safety Scout 
paused in his story. "A whole regiment — did you realize 
that was a lot of Scouts to get together in one month?" 

"Did I?" echoed Sure Pop with a chuckle. ''Did I? 
Well, if I didn't when I set out on my search, I did before 
the first day was over. I had lost out on the wisest man in 
the Borderland — he wouldn't do, for all his wisdom. He 
only served to remind me of what the King had said, that 
the wisest are not always the safest." 

"Sure — sure pop!" Bob broke in again. "But how 
did you ever get a whole regiment together in one month ? 
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" You're right, Bob, I simply couldn't. So as fast as I did 
find one that would do for the army, I set him to work find- 
ing others — passing the good work along. I soon saw I 
could never make good with the King by trying to do it 
all myself, and I do believe the King knew all along that 
there was only one way a really big work could be done — 
by getting everybody stirred up and enthusiastic. So I 
turned each new Scout loose to hunt for more. 

"You'd laugh to know who was the first Scout enrolled. 
As I slipped out of the poison-bottle house, I saw a funny 
little pigmy hurry out of a cottage across the lane and go 
z-z-zam ! down the front steps. We'd had a nip of frost the 
night before, and the slippery steps took him by surprise. 
For a moment he stood rubbing his head, with his merry little 
face puckered up into a comical sort of bowknot. Then he 
picked his way slowly up the steps into the house. 

"A minute or two and out he came again with a bag of 
salt and sprinkled the steps with it. Though he was in 
just as big a hurry as our friend the wizard, the Safety 
First idea had got him, and he plainly had made up his mind 
to begin right then and there. 

"'Well, I declare!' I said to myself. 'I've a notion to 
muster him into the scouting service — but what would the 
King say to my enrolling a pigmy ? ' Just as I was wonder- 
ing about it, down he went again, flat on his little back ! 

"This time it was on the sidewalk in front of his house. 
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walk. Poor little pigmy, what a biunp he did get that 
time ! But again he picked himself up, and this time he 
didn't wait a moment — just poked the banana skin off into 
the gutter where it could do no more harm. 

"Such persistence was too much for me ! I told him the 
King wanted him for the royal army of Safety Scouts, and 
that he was to have the honor of being the first one enrolled. 
His eyes fairly popped out of his head as he listened, and 
before you could say 'Jack Robinson,' he 
had scampered off to help me raise an 
army — with one of these buttons in the 
lapel of his leather jerkin." 

Sure Pop pulled a sparkling button out 
of his pocket and laid it before the twins. 

"There, that's the Safety Scouts' badge of honor, and no 
Scout can wear one till he earns the right. The King him- 
self designed it." 

"My ! I wish — !" The twins remembered their man- 
ners and stopped short, but Sure Pop understood. He threw 
back that wise little head and how he did laugh ! 

"You wish — eh? That's what they all say, the minute 
they lay eyes on that button ! You see, that's a magic 
button, so it's no wonder everybody wants one. Friends, 
that button can talk! " 

Bob stared at the button as if he couldn't believe his 
ears. Betty, taking Sure Pop at his word, grabbed the 
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"It does! It does talk — doesn't it?" she cried. 

"Sure pop it does !" laughed the Safety Scout. "That's 
all it can say, just four words at a time — but those four 
are enough to save thousands of lives every year." 

"What four words?" yelled Bob, clapping the magic 
button to his ear. How his jaw dropped when he heard 
— or seemed to hear — the magic button's words, four 
words he will never, never forget, even if he lives to be a 
hundred years old ! 

^^ Safety Firsts ^ whispered the magic button in his ear. 
''Get Busyr 

Bob sprang to his feet, so startled that he nearly dropped 
the button. 

" Get busy ? " he echoed. " Well, let's ! " 

"And let's be quick about it," chimed in Betty. "I 
want to earn one of those magic buttons myself." 

"Here too!" Bob whirled around to Sure Pop. "But 
we'll have to get the soil ready first, won't we, just as the 
King told you? So the seed won't be wasted, you know." 

"That's the first move. Bob. Waste is something no 
Scout can bear to see. Waste of life, waste of health, waste 
of time, waste of food — even waste of money seems a crime 
to a Safety Scout." 

Betty was thinking hard. " Then before we can plant the 
Safety First idea in other people's minds, shan't we have to 
start it growing in our own. Sure Pop?" 

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first came to America, after years of Safety training among 
my own people, I took up the task of planting the Safety 
First idea among the great American mills and factories. 
Some day I'll tell you about those years of Safety work 
among the mill hands, but just now what I want to explain 
is this: when I had got the work well estabhshed among 
the mills, I thought at first that my work in America was 
finished; but the more I thought it over, the plainer it be- 
came that my most important work still lay before me." 

"Your most important work," echoed Betty. "What 
do you mean. Sure Pop — teaching Safety to the President 
of the United States?" 

"No, Betty. A far more important work than that — 
teaching Safety to children. I saw that by making Safety 
Scouts out of the boys and girls, I should be solving the 
whole problem of the years to come — for workmen. Presi- 
dents, and all. So I drew a long breath and started in again, 
this time in America's homes. 

" Now how do you suppose I came to choose your home 
to begin on ? Just as I was wondering which house to tackle 
first, I overheard Bob wishing he had Uncle Jack's life of 
adventure — though the United States has more real adven- 
ture to the square mile than all South America put together ! " 

"You don't mean it? Why, this is a civilized country !" 

"You Americans think so. Bob. And you're trying to 
bring about world-wide peace, because you feel that war is 
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you kill and the millions you wound every year? More 
than you killed and wounded, remember, in the whole Civil 
War. What about that ? Does that sound so very civilized ? 

"You want adventure. Good! You shall have it — 
early and often. And you won't have to go to any other 
country to find it, either." 

"Well," said Bob, "here's hopmg. What comes first?" 

"First, we must get our eyes and ears open. That's the 
first thing for any Scout to learn, and he isn't good for 
much until he gets the habit of noticing things. Scou£-craf t 
means reading signs in everything you come across and 
acting on little silent hints that most folks wouldn't notice. 

"Now, to begin with, here are three practical rules for 
you to bear in mind — three things we found out in our 
first year of Borderland Safety Scouting : First, a true Scout 
is always on the alert. Second, a Scout always keeps cool. 
Third, a Scout does one thing at a time. Do you suppose 
you can remember these three things?" 

"That's easy," said Betty. 

"Easy as anything," said Bob. "Keep wide awake, keep 
cool, and keep your mind on one thing at a time. Three 
^keeps' — anybody can remember them !" 

"Think so?" Sure Pop's voice sounded surprisingly far 
away. "AU right, we'll see !" And before the twins' very 
eyes he faded away into thin air ! 

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THE MAGIC button's WARNING 

"He's gone!" Bob and Betty stared at each other. 
For a moment the whole thing seemed like a dream, and 
they hated to think of waking up. 

"But it was real!" Bob turned the magic button over 
and over in his hand, glad to have something left to prove 
the reality of their new friend, something they could still see 
and touch. 

"We can't wear that button, though," Betty reminded 
him. " We've got to earn it first. What shall we do with it ? " 

Bob stuck it into his deepest pocket. "I'll hang on to 
it till Sure Pop comes back — if he does come back. Oh, 
hello, Joe!" 

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Joe Schmidt, a wiry boy of Bob's own age, but fully half 
a head shorter, turned aroimd and gazed up at the Daltons' 
porch. 

"Why, hello. Bob! What are you doing ? " 

"Nothing." Bob ran down the steps and began talking 
with Joe. In fact, the two lads were so busy talking that 
they did not see George Gibson till he purposely bumped 
into Joe's back with a sudden "Hey, there! Get oflE the 
walk!" 

Joe bristled like a ruffled sparrow. "Let's see you throw 
me oflE!" When George good-naturedly took him at his 
word, Joe clinched with him and managed to get a half- 
Nelson hold on him. Joe always went at things in dead 
earnest, anyway. Bob and Betty, laughing and shouting, 
hopped gleefully around the swaying wrestlers. Bob 
yelling encouragement to George, and Betty yelling just 
as hard for Joe. 

Suddenly — was it just Bob's imagination? — something 
seemed to give a wiggle in his pocket — then a warning 
flop. It must be that magic button ! 

Bob jmnped, gave a snort of surprise, and jammed his 
hand into his pocket. What had got into the button any- 
way? 

Then an idea flashed across his mind — perhaps the 
Safety button was trying to warn him. To be sure, if the 
wrestlers went down hard on the cement sidewalk, it might 
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and over on the grass, Bob lost his head. He made the mis- 
take of trying to do it by force ; he caught hold of George's 
elbow, and got a sharp dig in the pit of his stomach for 
his pains. 

"Hey, fellows — danger!" he yelled, when he could 
catch his breath. "Get over on the grass — look out !" 

His warnings came too late. George, much the bigger 
of the two, got a hip-lock on Joe, and, forgetting everything 
else in his struggle to "lay him out," gave a sudden heave 
that sent Joe sprawling on his back. His head struck 
the sidewalk with a thud. 

That was all. Joe lay like a liunp of lead. 

"He's dead I ^' screamed Betty wildly. She threw herself 
at the gasping George. "You — you've killed him!" 

George, puffing and blowing from his struggle, held her 
at arm's length. A big policeman suddenly came around 
the comer. "Here, what's all this?" he asked sternly, 
bending over the fallen wrestler. 

"He struck on the back of his head," spoke up Bob. 
"They were wrestling — just in fim, you know — and Joe 
struck his head on the sidewalk. Is — is he dead?" 

"Small thanks to you young rascals if he isn't," growled 
the officer. "Crazy Indians, wrestling on a cement walk! 
Where does he live?" 

He lifted the limp body in his arms and hurried to the 
Widow Schmidt's modest little cottage with the green blinds 
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ing very sick, trailed sadly along after him ; they hated to 
think of the look that would come into the Widow Schmidt's 
motherly face. Joe was all she had in the world. 

Betty, womanlike, was first to think of the doctor. Al- 
most before the policeman had reached Joe's side, she was 
nmning to the comer drug store as fast as her feet would 
carry her. The druggist would know where to reach a 
doctor with the least delay — she could telephone. 

It seemed ages before the fluttering lids opened and Joe's 
black eyes looked out on the world again. "No bones 
broken," said the doctor at last. "Half an inch farther to 
the right or left, though — " 

He stopped, but the twins understood. Silently they 
gripped Joe's hand as it lay helpless on the bed, nodded to 
George, and the three tip-toed out of the hushed little room. 

That night, before Bob and Betty went to bed. Sure Pop 
came back. He found the twins sitting with their heads 
together, studying Bob's Handbook of ScotU-Craft as if their 
lives depended on learning it by heart in one evening. Bob 
still lacked a few months of being old enough to join the 
Boy Scouts; he had long looked forward to his coming 
birthday, but it had never meant so much to him as now. 

Sure Pop nodded and smiled as he saw the familiar hand- 
book. "Good work!" he said. "All true Scouts are 
brothers, you know. Well, how about the Hhree keeps* 
of the Scout Law? Did you find them as easy as you 
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Bob and Betty grew very red. They did not know what 
to say. 

The Safety Scout saved them the trouble. "Joe's better 
tonight," he told them, comfortingly. " I've just come from 
there, and the doctor says he'll be up again in a day 
or so. What shall we do tomorrow, friends — begin hunt- 
ing for adventure and planting Safety First ideas?" 

Bob looked at Betty and swallowed hard at a lump in 
his throat. Somehow this wise little Sure Pop knew every- 
thing that happened ! 

"I think," said Bob, frankly, "we really planted one to- 
day!" 

All true Scouts are brothers. 

— Sure Pop 




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THE LIVE WIRE 

Sure Pop saw, the moment he laid eyes on Bob and Betty- 
next- morning, that they had made up their minds to earn 
a magic button apiece that day. 

"Where shall we go for today's adventure?" was the first 
question. 

The Safety Scout laughed. "We probably shan't have 
to go far. Once a Scout's eyes are really open, so that 
danger signs other folks wouldn't notice begin to mean some- 
thing to him, why, adventure walks right up to him. 
It walked right up to you two yesterday, but you didn't 
read the signs till too late. Being a Scout, remember, 
means doing the right thing at the right moment. Now 

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let's start out and walk a few blocks, and see what danger 
signals we come across that other folks are overlookmg." 

Just as they opened the gate, Mrs. Dalton came to the 
door. "Bob ! Come here a moment, please. I want you 
to take a note over to Mrs. Hoffman's for me. Their tele- 
phone is out of order." 

She lowered her voice as she handed him the letter, and 
added, "Who is that out there with Betty?" 

"Oh, that's one of the Scouts. We're going out for a 
little practice scouting." 

Mrs. Dalton knew how eagerly Bob had been awaiting 
the day when he could become a Boy Scout. She trusted 
the Scouts and was glad to have Bob and Betty spend their 
vacation time in scouting. She little guessed that the three 
friends were to start an order of Safety Scouts which even 
fathers and mothers would join. 

Bob hurried back to Betty and Sure Pop. "Can you 
wait while I run over to Mrs. Hoffman's with this? All 
right, I'll be back in no time ! " 

Hurrying though he was, he looked both ways before he 
crossed the car tracks, for already the habit of "thinking 
Safety" was growing on him. He reached Mrs. Hoffman's 
in record time, delivered the note, and raced back toward 
home. 

As he slowed down to catch his breath, he met a crowd 
of yelling youngsters "playing Indians." Several of them 
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him as he passed. This gave the Indians an idea, and they 
came howling after Bob, waving their tomahawks and 
promising to scalp him. Two yelping dogs joined in the 
chase. 

Bob grinned and broke into a long, easy rim which soon 
shook the redskins off his trail. But at a sudden delighted 
whoop from the enemy he stopped and looked back. 

"Hi-yi!" yelled the biggest Indian. "Look at that 
telephone wire on the ground ! Come on, let's chop it off 
and use it to bind the palefaces to the stake." 

Pellmell across the street swarmed the little fellows, each 
bound to get there first. But Bob was too quick for them. 
Hatless, breathless, he threw himself between the Indians 
and the swaying wire. "Get back!" he roared. "That's 
no telephone wire — it's alive ! Keep back, I say ! You'll 
be killed!" 

It was no easy thing to stand between the youngsters 
and the deadly wire. They were laughing and yelling so 
hard, and the dogs were barking so wildly, that at first Bob 
couldn't get the idea of danger into their heads. He fairly 
had to knock two or three of them down to keep them from 
hacking at the wire with their hatchets. Would they 
never understand? "I won't forget this time, anyway!" 
muttered the boy, gritting his teeth as he remembered the 
"three keeps" of the Scout Law. 

Up ran one of the dogs, capering around with sharp, ear- 
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When Bob tried to kick him away, of course the Indians and 
cowboys yelled harder than ever. The dog stumbled and 
fell across the electric wire — gave one wild yelp of pain 
— and lay there kicking and struggling, unable to jerk 
himself loose. Worst of all, he had landed in a puddle of 
water, so that the electric ciurent was pouring straight 
through his twitching body into the wet earth. 

At last Bob managed to drive all the boys back out of 
harm's way, only to see one of the cowboys rush for the dog 
with a cry that tore at Bob's heartstrings. 

"It's Tige! Oh, Tige! — poor old Tige! Let me go! 
I've got to save my dog ! " 

Bob had grabbed the little fellow and held him tight. 
"Too late, old scout," he said, with tears in his own eyes as 
he saw the dog kicking his last. " Tige's done for, I'm afraid. 
Keep back, there — that wire will get you too !" For the 
boys were crowding nearer again. 

"Who has a telephone at home?" asked Bob. 

"We have," said one of the larger boys. 

"Then run home quick, call up the Electric Light Com- 
pany, and have them send their repair crew. Tell them a 
live wire has killed Tige and may kill the boys if they don't 
hiury. Tell 'em it's at the corner of Broad Street and 
Center Avenue. Run ! " 

While he waited for the repair wagon. Bob managed to 
get the boys lined up in all directions, where they could 
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with the rest, and they succeeded m keeping all teams and 
passers-by from nmning into danger till the repair men 
came. 

It seemed a long while before the clatter of hoofs and the 
rumble of heavy wheels told him the rescue party was com- 
ing at last. He jumped with surprise when the repair 
wagon dashed arotmd the comer and pulled up beside the 
curb, for there beside the driver sat Sure Pop, the Safety 
Scout! Puzzled by Bob's long stay and hearing the 
gong as the wagon hurried up, he had decided to come 
along. 

Ten minutes later the live wire was back in place, the 
repair crew had clattered oflF again, and a little band of 
mourning Indians and cowboys had carried poor Tige's 
body over to his master's back yard, where they buried him 
after a solemn funeral service. Only a dog — but the tears 
they dropped on his little grave were very real and sincere, 
for he had been a jolly playmate and a loyal friend. 

Bob was very sober as he walked home with Sure Pop. 
''Wish I could have saved Tige, somehow!" 

The Safety Scout laid his hand on the boy's shoulder. 
"Bob, you did just right. You remembered the 'three 
keeps' this time — you kept wide awake, kept cool, and kept 
your mind on one thing at a time. No Scout could have 
done more. If you had risked touching that wire, it would 
have cost a good deal more than the life of a dog, I fear. 
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Dalton, I'm proud of you ! Here — you've earned it this 
time, sure pop!" 

He reached down into his pocket, pulled out the Safety 
button, and fastened it in Bob's coat lapel. The boy flushed 
with pride as he lifted the magic button to his ear. And 
never had words thrilled him more than those which greeted 
him now — for two of them were new words which his own 
quick wits had earned : 

^^ Safety First T^ whispered the button, clear and sweet 
as a far-away bugle call. ^^Good Work/'' 

Safety first — not part of the time, but all the 

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BETTY EVENS THE SCORE 

All through supper time Betty schemed and plotted. 

"I certainly am proud of the way Bob won his/' she said 
to herself. "But IVe never been behind Bob yet, and that 
magic button's going to be twins before tomorrow night, 
somehow I " 

The hot summer sun woke her early next morning, and 
she hurried downstairs to be through breakfast before Sure 
Pop came for the day's adventures. 

"Where do we go today?" she asked Sure Pop an hour 
later, dancing up and down and looking wistfully at Bob's 
new Safety button. 

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with you today. I'm due for a Kttle outside scouting duty 
— something you twins aren't quite ready for yet." 

"Oh, say!" Bob's face fell. "What are we going to 
do then, all day alone?" 

"Do?" laughed the merry Colonel, waving them goodby. 
"Why, you'll be out 'scouring the neighborhood for new 
adventures, I fancy. And as for Betty, if I'm any mind 
reader, she has something up her sleeve sure enough!" 

Sure Pop was right, as usual. Bob fussed arotmd the yard 
awhile, managed to open a box of crockery out on the back 
steps for Mother, and soon rambled oflF to see what new ad- 
ventures he could find in the name of Safety First. 

Betty spent most of the morning in the kitchen, helping 
Mother. As soon as Bob was off again after Itmch, she 
began to roam about the yard, eyeing everything like a 
hawk. Soon Mother saw her picking up the boards Bob 
had pried loose from the box and scowling at the ugly nails 
that stuck up where little feet might so easily be stabbed 
by their rusty points. These she carefully bent down with 
a big stone. 

"That's one on Bob, anyway," said Betty to herself, and 
went on looking around the yard. 

Her eye roved upward to the bright geranimns on the 
sill of Mother's window upstairs. "Mother," she called, 
"have you ever read Ben Hur ? " 

"Why, yes, Betty — a long time ago. Why?" ^ 

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roof — the one he tried to snatch back as he saw it fall — 
struck the Roman soldier on the head, and how Ben Hur 
went to prison for it ? Well, what about those flower pots 
up there?" 

"Why, Betty!" cried her mother, more puzzled than 
ever. "Ben Hur — flower pots — what is the dear child 
talking about?" 

Betty laughed. " I read in the paper last night that one of 
the big hotels has put up signs in every room, and they say : 

PATRONS —ATTENTION 

Please do not place articles of any kind ON 
WINDOW SILL (bottles and chinaware most 
dangerous). They may fall or be blown into 
the street, causing serious if not fatal accidents. 

"That's because a flower pot fell from an upper window 
on a woman's head. Baby's sand pile is right below your 
window, and one of the flower pots might fall while she was 
out there playing. A sudden draft could do it, or a door 
slammed hard. Do you mind if I fasten them on with 
wire so they can't fall? Then I'll do it right now before 
anything happens !" 

She had just finished the job to her satisfaction, and was 
looking about for something else, when Mother called 
softly: "Betty, if you'll keep a lookout and let me know 
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Betty was pleased. Here was a fine chance to play house- 
keeper. Mother left a soup bone simmermg over one 
burner of the gas stove, and a steam pudding bubbling 
away over another, and went upstairs for her nap. 

Betty tiptoed to the little sewing-room, next to the 
kitchen, and looked in. Baby was sleeping. Then she softly 
shut the kitchen door and sat down in the dining-room to 
read. Suddenly a shower came up, and out she ran to 
close the windows in the kitchen and the sewing-room, 
where the rain was pouring in. 

She had hardly begun reading again when she heard Bob 
clatter up the back steps, tear through the kitchen in 
search of his raincoat, and hurry out again. The wind 
was blowing hard and swept through the open kitchen, 
banging the dustpan against the wall like a fire alarm gong. 

Betty read on. Presently she looked at the clock and 
sprang to her feet. ^^Why, how long Baby is sleeping 
today ! 'Most three hours and never a peep. I wonder — " 

A faint whiff of gas from the kitchen made her turn pale 
with dread. Then it flashed into her mind what must 
have happened — that sudden gust of wind had blown out 
the gas ! As she ran to the kitchen, she realized that she 
had caught the same faint smell several times before. 
"Oh!" she sobbed, "what if Baby—" 

Mother, sound asleep upstairs, was roused by a crash 
from the kitchen, a shriek from Betty, and the sound of a 
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door stuck fast, had hurled a frying-pan through the window. 
Then she ran to the sewing-room as the life-giving breeze 
poured in through the broken pane. 

Startled, bewildered, still only half awake. Mother stiun- 
bled to the kitchen and found Betty, with the luiconscious 
baby in her arms, groping her way toward the dining-room. 
Snatching them both up and rushing toward the open air, 
Mother landed in a heap on the front porch, Betty and the 
baby on top of her. And then — oh, glorious sotmd ! — 
came a feeble little cry from Baby, and they knew she was 
safe after all ! There Father and Bob found them a few 
minutes later, laughing and crying and hugging each other 
by turns. Betty's quick wits had saved the day. 

Mother was telling the whole story that evening, not for- 
getting the rusty nails and the flower pots — two risks which 
neither Father nor Mother had ever thought of before — 
when a sturdy little figure in a Safety Scout uniform paused 
at the door and listened with a shrewd twinkle in his eye. 

It was Sure Pop, who had looked in to say good night 
to the twins. He caught Betty's eye, beckoned her into 
the hall — and when she came back to the supper table, 
Bob's sharp eye caught the gleam of a Safety First button 
over her heart, too. 

Betty had evened the score ! 

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ADVENTURE NUMBER EIGHT 
LITTLE Schneider's fire alarm 

Ever since the twins had earned their Safety First but- 
tons, they had been looking forward to the Fourth of July, 
and on the eve of the Fourth came an adventure far more 
exciting than any they had expected. 

The lights were out in Bob's and Betty's rooms, and Bob 
had just dropped oflF to sleep when the clang of the fire bell 
brought him out of bed in a hurry. 

As his feet struck the floor, his ear caught the rattle of 
gravel on the window. The room was half lighted by a 
ruddy glow, and looking out he saw Sure Pop standing be- 
low his window. 

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"Come on to the fire!" the Safety Scout called up to 
him. "Perhaps we can do somebody a good turn. Bring 
Betty along, if your mother doesn't mind." 

Bob got dressed first and hurried in to help Betty. Her 
teeth were chattering with excitement, and she could hardly 
button her clothes. "Where is the fire. Bob?" 

"I don't know exactly — a mile or two north of here, I 
think. Come on — Mother says you may go, if you'll 
stick close to me." 

The two clattered down the back stairs and joined Sure 
Pop. 

"Bother that shoe string, anyhow!" panted Bob as they 
scampered off to the fire. 

"Better stop and tie it up," advised the Safety Scout. 
"It'll trip you the first thing you know." 

Bob thought otherwise. A couple of blocks farther 
on, however, he stepped on the dragging string, caught his 
toe on a loose board in the sidewalk, and sprawled headlong. 
But Bob was game. Up he jumped, gave Sure Pop the 
Scout salute, and said, with a grin, "Sir, I stand corrected." 
Then he tied the shoe string by the light of a street lamp, 
winked at Betty, and the three ran on. 

The fire was farther away than it looked, and not till 
they had reached the hilltop did the size of the blaze fully 
show itself. "Goodness!", cried Betty. "The German 
church is gone, and Turner Hall will be next. And look at 
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that rate ! " Then she stopped and coughed, for the air was 
full of smoke and soot, both from the burning buildings and 
from the fire engines. 

Everywhere was noise and confusion. Half-dressed men 
and women stiunbled over the fire hose as they hurried along 
with their arms full of household articles, trying to save 
everything they could. 

A frightened sob fell on Betty's ears. She turned to see 
a chubby little baby boy, toddling along barefooted in his 
nightie, the tears rolling down his fat cheeks. "Mama!" 
he sobbed. "I want my Mama !" 

"Oh, poor little thing!" cried Betty. "He's lost!" 
She caught the scared little fellow up in her arms and 
wrapped him snugly in the folds of her loose cloak. 
"Don't cry, honey. Betty'll find Mama for you!" And 
she cuddled and petted him till he stopped crying and lay 
still in her arms, peering out at the spreading flames with 
wondering eyes. 

"I'm going to find his mother for him," said Betty. 
"He's scared half to death!" 

But Sure Pop caught her arm as she started away. 
"Wait, she'll find hun." 

Sure enough, before long a young woman came rxmning 
wildly from house to house calling out, "Rarlchen! My 
little Karlchen ! Where are you ? " 

The little fellow popped his head out from under Betty's 
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soft baby voice. "Mama!" — just that one happy word, 
over and over, as his mother pressed him to her breast. 

The look on her face was thanks enough for Betty. Some- 
how the fire did not seem so dreadful to her after that. 

"How'd it start?" Bob asked a fireman who was binding 
up a split in the bulging canvas hose. 

"Fellow dropped a lighted match in a coat closet — 
house next to the church," puffed the fireman, who was 
breathing as if he had run a mile. He gave the hose a 
parting kick and hurried to join his comrades down the 
street, where the flames were fiercest. 

"The same old story," said Sure Pop, soberly. "Hold 
on! What's that?" 

Bob and Betty looked up at the little old-fashioned win- 
dow in the cottage across the street. A small black-and- 
tan dog was standing on his hind legs inside the room, paw- 
mg and scratching at the window pane. 

Sure Pop put two fingers to his lips and gave a piercing 
whistle. The dog answered him, barking wildly and nm- 
ning back into the smoke-fiUed room, then to the window 
again, as if trying to call their attention to something or 
somebody in the room with him. 

"There's somebody in there!" cried Bob. "Come on. 
Sure Pop — wait here for us, Betty ! " 

As they ran, the two splashed into a pool of water in a 
hollow of the sidewalk. Sure Pop dipped his handker- 
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the same. Then the smoke of the burning cottage swal- 
lowed them up. 

Remembering the dangers of a draft, Sure Pop care- 
fully closed the door after them, and stopped Bob from kick- 
ing a hole in the window at the head of the stairs. They 
knew which room it was — the farthest window from the 
front door — and fltmg themselves against the door so hard 
that it burst open and they fell headlong into the room. 
The little black-and-tan dog, barking more wildly than 
ever, had heard them coming and was dragging with all 
his might at something on the bed. 

Bob and Sure Pop, half choked with smoke, ran to the 
bedside. There lay a little girl only five or six years old. 
Yes, she was breathing ! 

Just then the hungry flames burst in through the flimsy 
closet door and came licking along the ceiling. Bob's eyes 
smarted and burned, and his lungs felt as if they would 
burst. He remembered his Boy Scout studies in First Aid, 
though, and threw himself beside Sure Pop on the floor, 
where the smoke was not so thick. Together they dragged 
the little girl to the window. 

Bob put his lips close to Sure Pop's ear. "Shall we 
jump?" 

Sure Pop shook his head. "Too risky. We'll try the 
stairs." 

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down the short flight of stairs, fairly falling through the 
whirlwind of flame that swirled upward from the first floor. 
Scorched, singed, with their clothing afire in places, they 
fought their way back to the street — safe ! 

Betty ran forward with a glad cry and flung her arms 
arotmd her twin. "Bob! Oh, Bob, I thought you were 
gone I " 

Just then they heard a shout as a frightened little family 
group came running up, and a roughly dressed laborer 
snatched the little girl and kissed her till her eyes opened 
and she smiled. 

''Good Schneider! Nice Schneider!" said her small 
brother, patting the dog, who was wagging his tail almost 
off for joy. 

"Nice little Schneider — he took — care — of — me!" 
exclaimed the little girl between kisses. And the father 
gathered up the little dog in his arms and kissed him, too! 

As the tired Safety Scouts opened the front gate half an 
hour later, the boom of a cannon roared out, somewhere 
on the other side of town, and the twelve o'clock bells and 
whistles joined in an echoing chorus. 

Sure Pop raised his hand with a tired smile. " Midnight ! " 
he cried. "Hurrah for the glorious Fourth !" 

Dont let a careless match cost a dozen homes. 

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^'chance carter's way'' 

BOOM ! It was the distant roar of some Fourth of July 
cannon which had escaped the watchful eye of the police. 

Bob Dalton stirred uneasily and flopped over in bed. 
The morning sun was shining straight into his eyes. 

By the time the twins were dressed and downstairs, Sure 
Pop was waiting for them in the back yard. He, too, had 
slept late after the excitement of the fire. 

"I had hoped for a holiday today," he said, "but I 
can see there's going to be plenty of scouting for me to do, 
even on a ' sane Fourth,' so I'm off on my roimds. How are 
you two going to spend the day?" 

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" Going over to where the fire was, as soon as we've had 
our breakfast," said Bob. "Looks from here as if Turner 
Hall's still smoking." 

Betty was fingering the Safety Button in Sure Pop's 
lapel. "What are you doing, Betty?" asked the Safety 
Scout, with a twinkle. 

" Tiuning yoiu: button right side up," Betty told him. 

The merry little Colonel laughed and explained: "I have 
to wear it wrong side up each day till I've done my One 
Day's Boost for Safety." 

"Oh," said Bob. "Same as the Boy Scouts wear their 
neckties outside their vests till they've done the day's good 
turn to somebody?" 

Sure Pop nodded. "That one little rule is the biggest 
thing in the whole Scout Law," he said. "The Scout who 
lives up to that test — doing a good turn to somebody every 
day, quietly and without boasting — will b^ classed along- 
side the greatest Scouts the world has ever known. Bring 
me yoiu- Handbook of Scout-Craft a moment, please, Bob. 
Listen to this from page 7, now : 

" * Another way to remind himself is to wear his Scout 
badge reversed until he has done his good turn. The good 
turn may not be a very big thing — help an old lady across 
the street; remove a banana skin from the pavement so 
that people may not fall; remove from streets or roads 
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to say nothing," added Sure Pop, "of the danger to bare- 
footed boys and girls, or to folks with thin shoes ! Don't 
you see. Bob and Betty, how every one of those good turns 
happens to be a good turn for Safety as well ? I told you 
a few days ago that all true Scouts are brothers; aren't 
we all working toward the same end, after all?" 

Bob and Betty saw the point. They turned their Safety 
buttons upside down as Sure Pop waved them goodby, 
resolving to get them right side up at the very first chance 
that offered. 

They foimd their father on the front porch reading the 
paper, taking solid comfort in the fact that Bruce's Mills 
were closed for the day. "I want you to help me with a 
little work out in the yard," he said, "as soon as you've 
had your breakfast." So it was almost one o'clock before 
Bob and Betty set out for the scene of last night's fire. 
Just across the river they met Chance Carter and George 
Gibson, boimd in the same direction. 

The German church still raised its steepled head toward 
the sky, but its roof had fallen in, and Turner Hall was a 
mass of blackened ruins. Parts of the walls were still 
standing, swaying as if ready to topple over any moment. 
Off in one comer the blackened timbers and jumbled bits 
of furniture were stubbornly smoldering. 

The four stood and looked. "Just think!" said Betty 
softly. "All that from just one little careless match! 
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"Pshaw!" scoffed Chance Carter. "That wouldn't 
happen once in a thousand tunes." 

"How many matches do you suppose are scratched in 
the United States every second?" asked Bob, shortly. 

"Oh, a couple of himdred, I suppose." 

"Ten thousand. Chance, every second. And every match 
is a possible fire. Sure Pop told me last night that one 
third of the fire losses are due to carelessness in handling 
matches. And the fires in this country cost us over a mil- 
lion dollars every day — twice that, coimting the cost of 
fire departments." 

"Whew!" Even reckless Chance looked impressed. 

"When you get into the Boy Scouts," Bob reminded 
him, "you'll find out what they think about fooling with 
fire. A real Scout never leaves his camp fire till he's dead 
sure it's out. Even after there's no fire left that he can see, 
he pours water on it and all aroimd it to guard against its 
rekindling. A Scout who isn't careful about such things 
is looked down on by the others as not of much accoimt." 

"Well, I don't care; there's such a thing as being too 
careful. I wish we had the old-fashioned Fourth of July^ 
back again. This sane Fourth business is too tame for me ! " 
Chance strolled off to the far comer of the smoking ruins 
and began climbing around in the half-filled basement. 

George winked at Betty. "Can't teach him anything," 
he chuckled. "He was bom careless and he'll die careless, 
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loose bricks may cave in on him any minute. We can't say 
anything, though, or he'll get mad. Chance Carter always 
has to have his own way." 

"It's a wonder the police aren't guarding this place," 
said Bob, anxiously. " Guess they've got their hands full 
elsewhere." He scowled as he watched his reckless friend 
jiunping from one charred timber to another, never noticing 
how the cnunbling walls tottered with each jmnp. 

"Whether he likes it or not," he said finally, "I'm going 
to get him out of there. It's too risky. Hey, Chance! 
Look out — that wall's coming over!" His voice rose in 
a startled shout. 

"Aw, I guess not — " Chance got no further. The 
overhanging wall, swaying on its wobbly base and loosened 
by his sudden backward jimap, toppled over on him in a 
shower of bricks and mortar. "Chance Carter's way" 
had come to grief again ! 

"Too late — again!" muttered Bob, grimly, diving into 
the cloud of dust that hung over the spot where Chance 
had disappeared. For a picture had flashed into his mind 
— the memory of how he had failed to warn the wrestlers 
in time only a few days before, the picture of Joe's terri- 
fied face as his head crashed on the cement sidewalk. Why 
hadn't he warned Chance in time ? 

A groan from the wreckage told where the boy lay half 

buried imder the fallen wall. "Got me that time!" he 

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A shadow fell on the two and Bob looked up to see George's 
white face gazing down at him. "What can I do, Bob?'' 

"Have Betty run for a doctor, or telephone. Chance 
is badly hurt. Help me lift this rubbish from on top 
of him." The boys worked fast but carefully, lifting one 
brick at a time, till Chance was free. To their dismay he 
could not move. 

"It's this leg." He touched his left, just below the knee. 
"I felt something break when the wall hit me. Perhaps 
the other's broken, too — I don't know." 

Very carefully Bob ripped the clothing from the injured 
leg. Then he put one hand gently on the spot Chance 
touched, and the other hand just below it, and lifted the 
leg slightly. There was enough movement at the broken 
point so that there could be no doubt. The other leg 
proved to be badly bruised, but not broken. 

Bob carefully moved the broken leg back into the same 
position as the right one and piled his coat and George's 
around it so it would stay in shape. He brought the suffer- 
ing boy some water in his hat, and the three waited for the 
doctor. 

"He said he'd come right away," reported Betty, hurry- 
ing back from the telephone. "But, Bob, it isn't safe to 
stay down there — no telling when that other chiuik of the 
wall may fall on all three of you. Shall I try to push it 
over from the inside?" 

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can. Well, we'll have to get him out of here, some way. 
You nm back to that first store, please, and get half a dozen 
good strong strips of cloth about a foot wide and two or 
three feet long — anything that will do to tie his leg up to 
the splints. George, you bring over a few of those pieces 
of flooring that are not too badly charred to use for splints. 
There!" 

He laid a long piece of flooring along Chance's left side, 
from below his foot clear to his armpit, and chose a shorter 
board for the inside splint. He arranged the two coats 
so that they would pad the broken leg where the boards 
came up against it, and tied the splints firmly, but not 
tightly, in place. Then Bob slowly gathered his groaning 
friend in his arms. 

"Sorry to hurt you, old fellow, but we've got to get you 
out of here. You take his legs, George, — gently, now. 
So! We can climb out along that cave-in on the street 
side if we take it easy. Up we go ! " 



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THE TWINS MEET BRUCE 

Chance Carter, lying helpless on the stone steps of Turner 
Hall, was wondering if the doctor would ever come. Bob 
and George did their best to ease his pain, while Betty gazed 
anxiously down the street. 

"Why doesn't that doctor come?" 

"Surely he knows where we are, Betty?" 

"Yes, I told him Turner Hall, and he said, 'Why, Turner 
Hall burned down last night, Uttle girl.' And I told him 
I knew it, and that we were waiting right beside what was 
left of it." 

"Hm-m-m! Something must have happened to him 
then; he could have walked it in less time than this. 

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If he doesn't come pretty soon, we'd better call up the 
police department and have them send the ambulance. 
We can't wait here much longer." 

While they waited, an idea popped into Bob's head. 

" Look here," he said, " somebody else is likely enough 
to get hurt here, just the way Chance did. I believe we'd 
better put up a sign. I'll get some paper from that store." 

So Bob hurried aroimd to the store and got some wrap- 
ping paper and nails and borrowed a pencil and hammer. 
He worked fast, the shopkeeper looking ciuiously over his 
shoulder while he lettered this sign : 

DANGER! 

These walls may fall on you any moment. 
One leg already broken here today. Keep out. 

SAFETY FIRST! 



Bob had just finished the lettering when a big automobile 
came purring along in front of the ruined building. The 
chauffeur was in imiform. The big man inside looked al- 
most lost among the cushions, so roomy was the machine. 
At a word from him, the car slowed down, and he scanned 
the ruins sharply. Bob knew him in a moment for Bruce, 
the great mill owner, one of the richest men in the city. 

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the car when the little group on the steps caught his eye. 
In a twinkling he was out of the automobile and bending 
over the groaning boy, while Bob and George and Betty 
told him what had happened. 

"Tut, tut!" snapped the great man whose mills gave 
work to thousands of men, the twins' father among them. 
"This won't do at all ! If the doctor won't come to him, we 
must get him to the doctor." Pushing aside the chauffeur, he 
lifted Chance into the car and on to the deep, comfortable 
cushions as easily as if he had been a child of two instead of 
a lad of twelve and big for his age. 

"Now, jump in, the rest of you," he said, "and we'll 
take him over to Doctor MacArthur's." 

Betty climbed in and George followed. The chauffeur 
took his seat and looked aroimd at Bob, waiting. "What's 
the matter now ?" asked Bruce, impatiently, as Bob lingered 
on the step. 

"It's those walls," answered the boy. "I hate to leave 
them in that shape — somebody else will be getting hurt 
just as Chance did. I'd better put up the sign. You folks 
go on, please, and I'll follow on foot." 

The mill owner shook his head. "Put up your sign and 
come along. We'll wait." 

Bruce looked sharply at Bob's sign as the boy nailed it 
up in place, but said nothing. Bob climbed into the waiting 
automobile, and the big machine rolled smoothly, silently 
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Doctor MacArthur, surgeon's case in hand, came out. 
He was a little gray man — gray-haired, dressed in a gray 
suit, with keen gray eyes that seemed to take in everything 
at once. 

"Who put those splints on?" He jerked out the words 
like a pistol shot. 

"I did," said Bob, reddening ; for the doctor's tone made 
him feel that he must have bungled his work. 

Swiftly the doctor bared the leg and laid a deft finger 
on the exact spot of the break. "Simple fracture," was 
his verdict. "Bone badly splintered, though — would 
have come through the skin in short order if you hadn't 
got the splints on when you did. Where does he live?" 

He took George's seat and George climbed over beside the 
chauffeur. On the way to Chance's house, he insisted on 
knowing how Bob had learned to give First Aid to the injured. 

"So you're a Boy Scout, eh?" Another keen glance 
from those sharp gray eyes. 

"N-no, sir — but I'm going to be." 

"Eh? How's that?" 

"He isn't quite old enough yet," explained George. 
"You have to be twelve or over to join the Boy Scouts. 
I'm one — but Bob knows a heap more about it already 
than I do," he added frankly. 

"Ha! Well, I'll have to change my opinion of the Boy 
Scouts, young man. I always took it for granted they 
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you know. But if this is the kind of work they turn out, 
I don't know but I'll join myself." 

George got out when they reached Chance's house, and 
helped the doctor carry the injured lad up the steps. "You 
needn't wait for me," he told the twins, "I'm going to 
stay a while." 

"Come in and see me some time," Doctor MacArthur 
called back to Bob. "I want you to tell me more about 
your First Aid work ! See you later, Mr. Bruce." 

"Home, Jennings," said Bruce. "And be quick about 
it — I'm late." 

Bob leaned back against the cushions and studied the 
grim, square-jawed face of the great man whom everybody 
was so anxious to please. So this was the way he looked 
at close range, this self-made, stubborn man of millions 
who always managed to bend every other man in his line 
of business to his own iron will ! As he looked. Bob felt it 
was no wonder they all feared him — feared and followed. 

For Bruce was the man who, more than all the others 
put together, was responsible for keeping Safety First 
work out of the mills in his line of business. Himdreds 
of men were killed and thousands injured every year in 
the great string of mills of which Bruce's was the head. 
Over and over it had been pointed out to him that the 
same Safety First work which had saved thousands of lives 
in other lines would save them in his line as well. But 
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"You're wasting your time," was all he would say. 
"No theories or new-fangled notions in my mills." 

Because Bruce said this, all the other mills himg back, 
too. There were reasons. They knew Bruce. 

All this Bob knew from talks he had had with his father 
about the risks of working in Bruce's mills. He understood 
it better, now that he was face to face with Bruce himself. 

All too soon, to the twins' way of thinking, the automo- 
bile drew up in front of Bruce's big stone house. The mill 
owner wasted no words. Jumping out, he waved his hand 
to the three, said to Jennings, "Take them wherever they 
want to go," and hurried up the walk. 

The eager face pressed against the big bay window dis- 
appeared, the front door flew open, and a sweet little fair- 
haired girl threw herself into Bruce's outstretched arms. 
"Daddy ! What made you so late? Here I've been wait- 
ing and waiting — " 

"Bonnie!" That was all the twins heard as the big 
automobile bore them away toward home. But the way 
he said it, and the way he caught his little daughter to his 
big, broad chest, told Bob and Betty all they needed to 
know about the soft spot in the millionaire's heart. 

What did his great house and his mills and all his 
money amount to, after all ? He would gladly have thrown 
them all aside rather than have the slightest harm come to 
his Bonnie; for her mother had died when Bonnie was only 
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The twins missed Chance Carter during the next few 
weeks. The boy had been a regular nuisance in some ways, 
for he was always getting into scrapes ; but he was a clever 
lad and had a way of making up games that nobody else 
seemed able to think of. 

"It does seem lonesome without Chance," Bob told 
Sure Pop when the broken leg had kept their friend tied 
up indoors for a week or more. "And yet we don't get into 
half as much trouble when he isn't round." 

Sure Pop looked wise. "Perhaps it's because Chance 
hasn't learned that he must play according to the rules," 

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he said. "The fellow who is always taking chances isn't 
playing up to the rules of the game." 

"Anyhow," said Betty, "Chance has had his lesson now. 
By the time he's able to nm around again, he will be ready 
to quit taking chances." 

Sure Pop changed the subject, though a shrewd twinkle 
seemed to say that it would take more than one lesson to 
teach Chance how to play life's game according to the rules. 
" How'd you like to take i trip with me today?" 

" Fine ! " exclaimed Bob and Betty. " Where ? " 

"To a kind of moving picture show," answered Colonel 
Sure Pop. "Let's start right away, then. And be sure 
you wear your Safety First buttons." 

The twins couldn't help smiling at the idea of going any- 
where without their magic buttons. They boarded the 
crowded street car with Sure Pop and stood beside the motor- 
man all the way to the railroad yards. It seemed as if 
somebody tried to get run over every block or two, and the 
way people crossed the crowded streets in the middle of 
blocks was enough to turn a motorman's hair gray. 

"How'd you like to be the motorman, Bob?" 

"Well, I tell you^ Sure Pop, I don't believe it's as much 
fun as it looks from the outside. If fellows like Chance 
and George would ride beside the motorman for just one 
day, seeing what he has to see right along, they'd be Safety 
workers forever after. Look at that, now! Those chaps 
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"Nobody has," agreed Sure Pop, with a keen glance at 
Bob. The boy flushed as he reineriibered what he him- 
self had been doing when he first felt the warning touch 
of the Safety Scout's hand. 

He and Betty noticed, too, how carefully Sure Pop looked 
all around him before leaving the car, and they did likewise. 
Two short blocks more and they were in sight of the rail- 
road roundhouse. The Safety Scout stuck his head inside 
the great doorway and peered aroimd at the smoking engines 
that impatiently awaited their turn. "There she is!'' 
he exclaimed. "There's old Seven-Double-Seven!" And 
he waved his hand at the engineer up in the cab. 

The three climbed into the engine cab, where the fireman 
stood waiting with his eye on the steam gauge. From the 
way the engineer shook hands with Sure Pop, the twins 
decided they must be old friends. 

"Got my orders?" asked the engineer. He ripped open 
the envelope Sure Pop handed him, glanced at the message, 
nodded to the fireman, and gently pulled open the throttle. 
The big, powerful engine answered his touch like a race horse. 
With a warning clang of the bell, they slipped down the shining 
track, through the crowded yards, and toward the city limits. 

"Bob, what are you looking for?" asked Sure Pop. 

Bob went on looking in all the comers of the cab as if 
greatly puzzled. "Looking for the moving picture ma- 
chine," he said with a grin. "I thought I heard you 
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"You just wait. Be ready to rub your magic buttons 
when I say the word, both of you, and you'll see some 
moving pictures you'll never forget — pictures of what 
might happen to boys and girls like yourselves. The pity 
of it is, it does happen, every day of the year." 

Sure Pop paused to call their attention to some little 
blurry patchts of blue scattered along the track. "Wild 
flowers," he said. "Pretty things, aren't they? If we 
weren't going so fast, we'd stop and get some." 

The engineer scowled. "Pretty? They don't look 
pretty to me any more. Look there, now ! " 

The brakes jarred as he spoke, and the shriek of the 
whistle scattered a group ahead. Several young couples, 
going home from town by way of the railroad track, had 
stopped to gather wild flowers. One couple were walking 
hand in hand over the railroad bridge, deaf at first to whistle 
and bell and everything else. Suddenly they heard, looked 
up, and turned first one way and then another, imcertain 
whether to jump off the bridge or stand their ground. 

"Is it any wonder that I don't like the flower season?" 
grunted the engineer in disgust. "It's the worst time of all, 
seems to me. Now you'd think those young fellows and girls 
were old enough and would have sense enough to keep off the 
railroad's right of way, wouldn't you? But look at '6m !" 

He mopped his forehead and glared ahead at the fright- 
ened couple, holding the panting engine at a standstill 
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"They act as if we had nothing to do but just watch out 
for 'em/' he went on, getting under way again. "They got 
off scot-free this time, but imagine what old Seven-Double- 
Seven would have done to 'em if this had been my regular 
nm ! Forty miles an hour on schedule — and where would 
they be now? 

"It's the same old story, day after day — boys riding bicy- 
cles down the tracks, when the road's ten times smoother 
and a million times as safe ! Boys pla)ang on the turntables 
and getting crippled for life, one by one ! 

"They'll nm like mad to get across the track ahead of 
a fast train — and then stand and watch it go through ! I 
ought to know — I did it myself when I was a boy, but 
little I knew then of the way it wrecks an engineer's nerves ! 

"They flip the cars and try to imitate the brakemen 
without the least idea of how many thousands of brakemen 
have lost their lives just that way. They crawl imder 
cars, instead of waiting or going aroimd. Why, Colonel, 
the railroads kill thousands and thousands of people every 
year — you know the figures — dozens every day, week 
in and week out. And somebody's badly hurt on the 
railroads every three minutes or less — and a third of them 
are hoys and girls and little children! That's what I can't 
stand — the little folks getting hurt and getting killed, when 
just a bit of common sense would save them ! Oh, if their 
fathers and mothers had any idea — " 

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the trains," he added, "when they're safe inside the cars, 
they get hurt. I'm not the only one that worries on my 
nm — ask the conductor. He'll tell you how they run up 
and down the aisle, till a sudden jar of the brakes throws 
^em against a seat iron or into the other passengers. They 
get out into the vestibules, which is against the rules, and 
when the train takes a sudden curve they get smashed up." 

Three minutes later he slowed down for the twins to 
watch the fast mail thunder past. It was near a village 
crossing, and a little group of boys stood waiting. As 
No. 777 came to a stop, the twins saw that most of the boys 
had stones in their hands. 

On came the fast mail, tearing past the little village as if 
it were not even on the map. The mail cars — the smoker 
— the long rows of glass windows, a head beside each — 

Smash! The flying splinters of glass told of one stone 
that had foimd its mark. The boys ran like scared cats 
aroimd the comer into a limiber yard. 

"Little cowards!" The fireman glared angrily after 
them. "They may have killed somebody on that train — 
they don't know!" 

"Rub your buttons!" whispered Sure Pop, whose eyes 
were still fixed on the fast mail, now disappearing in a cloud 
of smoke and dust. 

Bob and Betty rubbed. At their first touch of the magic 
buttons the disappearing train took on a queer, unreal 
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They seemed to be inside one of the cars. They seemed 
to be watching a sweet-faced old lady — somebody's grand- 
mother — snowy haired, kind, gentle, not used to traveling, 
as even the twins could see. She kept looking first at the 
time-table and then at an old key-winding silver watch 
she wore on a quaint little chain around her neck. 

Her lips were moving, smiling. "Only two stops more," 
she seemed to be saying, "and then I shall see little Jim." 
She took a kodak picture out of her handbag and looked at 
it long and lovingly. She glanced out of the window and 
saw'a group of boys standing by the village crossing "to 
watch the fast mail go through." She liked boys. She 
smiled at them — she did not see the stones in their hands. 

Smash! The other passengers sprang to their feet as 
one of the stones, thrown at random, shivered the car win- 
dow into bits and struck the kind old face, full between 
the eyes. A quick, startled cry — a pitiful fumbling of 
kind old hands before shattered spectacles and eyes sud- 
denly blinded — and the moving picture seemed to fade away. 
The twins were left with the sickening fear that perhaps 
little Jim's grandmother might never see him after all. 

"Oh! oh!" gasped Betty, rubbing her eyes. "How 
terrible !" Bob caught Sure Pop by the arm. 

"Did we imagine it. Sure Pop — or was it true?" 

"Too true," said Sure Pop, sadly. "It happens almost 
every day somewhere — where boys throw stones at the 
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"And just to think," said Bob, as the three sat on the 
home steps talking over their exciting trip on old No. 777, 
"just to think of how many boys and giris are killed on the 
railroad tracks every day ! " 

"Every day," echoed the little Safety Scout, "and all 
over the world. Go into any village graveyard along any 
railroad, and you'll find the grave of some boy or girl who 
has been killed trespassing on the railroad tracks. No way 
to save them, I'm afraid, till folks wake up to the fact that 
it's not so much the tramps who are being killed this way 
— it's the children!" 

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thoughtful scowl. "I think we ought to do something 
about it.'^ 

"What, for instance?" Sure Pop was watching her 
sharply. 

"Well, something to put a stop to it. Surely we could 
find some way of teaching the boys and girls how to play 
safely ; and then when they grew up they'd be in the habit 
of thinking Safety. Then they'd teach their boys and 
girls — and all this awful killing and crippling, or most 
of it, would be ended." 

"The trouble is," said Bob, "in going at the thing in 
too much of a hit-or-miss style. We could do some good 
by talking to the few boys and girls we could reach, but 
not enough. Why can't we organize ? " 

Sure Pop's eager face lighted up, overjoyed at the turn 
Bob's thoughts were taking. "You can," he said quietly. 

"Why, sure!" went on Bob, getting more and more 
excited as the idea took hold. "Let's get busy and or- 
ganize an army of Safety Scouts right here. We've already 
got the biggest thing in the Safety Scout Law at work — 
don't you see? — our 'One Boost for Safety' every day. 
We can get some more Safety Scout buttons made, and as 
fast as a boy earns his — " 

" — Or a girl earns hers!" — interrupted Betty, so 
seriously that Bob couldn't help smiling. 

"Yes, of course — girls too — why, as fast as boys and 
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form them into patrols. It wouldn't be long before we 
could have several troops hard at it. I tell you, Sure Pop, 
if we go at it that way we can do big things for Safety 
just as sure as you're a foot high ! " 

Sure Pop gave Betty a droll little wink. "It's a go, 
then," he said cheerfully. "Well, where are you going to 
begin?" 

Bob looked up at him with a sudden idea shining in his 
eyes. "Why not begin by organizing in patrols and then 
in troops, just about like the Boy Scouts? First, we can 
get a few of our friends interested, and let each one of them 
get eleven others interested — that will make a patrol of 
twelve, commanded by the one who got them together." 

"Spoken like a Scout and a gentleman!" cried the little 
Colonel, giving him a sounding thimip on the shoulder. 
" Go on. Bob — what next ? " 

"Well, just as fast as we get four new patrols, we can form 
them into a troop, with a Scout Master for their leader." 

" Good," said Sure Pop. " It will take some lively work 
to pick your Scout Masters and get them trained in time, 
but the difference in their efficiency will be worth your 
while." 

"I suppose," said Betty, "we'll have to choose only boys 
and girls who have good records for Safety ? " 

Bob looked doubtful. "What do you think about that. 
Sure Pop?" 

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few who have even learned to think Safety. A better 
plan will be to take in those who seem most in earnest 
over the idea, especially those who have been taught a 
hard lesson through accidents which care would have 
avoided.'^ 

"Go on, please. Tell us more — how would you work 
out the details?" 

"Bob, I would — but I believe IVe told you enough. 
You and Betty go ahead in your own way and work 
out the details yourselves. Let me see you get your 
Safety Scouts together, if you reaUy do mean business, 
and I'll show you about the work that's already been 
done among the factory hands and mill-workers of 
America. 

"Let me tell you this much, though: you'll find, when 
you get your Safety Scouts of America organized, that the 
good work will go ahead by leaps and bounds. All this 
talk about 'efficiency' is really part of the same movement, 
though very few realize it; it's nothing more or less, than 
cutting out guess work and waste — and what else, after 
all, is our Safety work?" 

"That's so. It really is all working in the same direction, 
isn't it?" agreed Bob. "Chance Carter's oldest brother is 
studying to be an efficiency engineer — perhaps he can 
give us some ideas." 

"Then — you really do mean to get busy and organize 
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"Mean it!" Bob and Betty fairly shouted the words in 
their eagerness to get to work. And as Sure Pop said good 
night to them, there was a joyous hght in his eye which 
showed his plan was working out just as he had thought it 
would. 

He smiled a satisfied smile as the door closed on the 
excited Dalton twins. "And now," said Colonel Sure 
Pop to himself, "ntw, we're getting down to business!" 

Enlist now 1 IVe fight to save life, not 

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dAlton patrol 

The next few weeks were busy ones for Bob and Betty 
Dalton. The plan was a big one — the Safety Scouts of 
America. Growing out of an idea planted by Colonel Sure 
Pop, it sprouted and grew surprisingly fast. Already the 
news was spreading like wildfire among the boys and girls . 
all over the city. 

Joe Schmidt was out again, his head as good as ever. 
George Gibson, always brim full of energy and enthusiasm, 
had set his heart on becoming a Safety Scout Master and 
heading a troop of his own. Even Chance Carter, hobbling 
about on crutches, had caught the fever of Safety Scouting 

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and was making all sorts of plans as to what he would. do 
when his broken leg got well. 

Chance really had changed, somehow. The twins sup- 
posed it was all due to his accident, but the real reason was 
Colonel Sure Pop. Chance seemed almost magnetized by 
the little Colonel and never lost a chance to be near him. 

"Honestly now. Colonel," he owned up to Sure Pop one 
day, "I'd read so many stories about reckless heroes and 
all that, I got in the habit of thinking I had to be reckless. 
Story books seem to make out that it's a brave thing to 
risk your life — and wasn't that exactly what Bob did 
when he foimd that live wire?" 

Sure Pop laid an understanding hand on Chance's 
shoulder. 

"Listen, Chance! You've caught only half the point, 
that's your main trouble. It is a manly thing to take a 
risk — when ifs necessary. When somebody's life is in 
danger, it's the manliest thing on earth to take a risk for 
the sake of saving it. That's why Bob's act in patrolling 
the live wire earned him a Safety Scout button — the lives 
of those smaller boys were in danger, to say nothing of any- 
body else who might blunder across the wire just then — 
that's where the difference comes in." 

"That's so. I never thought of it in just that way." 

"I know you haven't. When you stop to think it over, 
you see it's a fellow's plain duty to take a chance when it's 
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One thing about Bob's live- wire adventure I don't believe 
even he realizes," added Sure Pop. "Ifwas that hurry-up 
patrol of small boys that he threw out aroiuid the live wire 
which really gave him the idea of how to organize the 
Safety Scouts of America. I knew the idea would strike 
him and Betty sooner or later." 

Chance looked admiringly at the little Colonel. What 
a wise Scout he was, sure enough, as keen and clever at 
reading signs of the trail as any Indian fighter that ever 
stepped in deerskin ! 

The boy looked longingly after the Safety Scout Patrol, 
which was just starting off on an "observation hike," as 
Bob called it. Part of the training Bob had laid out for 
his men was an hour's brisk walk, after which each Safety 
Scout wrote out a list of the imsafe things he had noticed 
while "on the trail." 

"There's one thing that stumps me, though," said Chance. 
"How did Bob know that was a live wire?" 

"He didn't. He simply had sense enough to treat all 
fallen wires as if they were ahve. See? Better safe than 
sorry. Just the same in turning on an electric light: it 
may not harm you to touch an iron bedstead with one 
hand while you turn the light on with the other — but it's 
taking a chance. Same's the fellow who turns an electric 
bulb on or off while standing in a bathtub: he may go on 
with his bath in safety — and then again he may drop life- 
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"It's a good deal like the gun that isn't loaded, Chauncey. 
There was a lad, you know, who found a gun was dangerous 
without lock, stock, or barrel — his father whipped him with 
the ramrod ! A real Scout knows how to take care of himself 
— and of others. And that's especially true of Safety 
Scouts." 

"Well, Colonel," said Chance, reaching for his crutches 
and rising painfully to his feet, "I'm for it! Perhaps if 
I make good, the fellows will quit calling me Chance and 
call me either Chaimcey or Carter, I don't care which — 
but Chance makes me sick !" 

"Here's to you. Carter!" said Sure Pop, with a hearty 
handshake. Again came that smile of satisfaction as he 
watched the boy hobble oflf on a slow "observation hike" 
of his own. In Carter's mind, too, the big idea was taking 
root. 

Ten days later, Colonel Sure Pop was reviewing Dalton 
Patrol. 

"Safety Scouts," he said, saluting the even ranks drawn 
up before him, "your Colonel is proud of the work you're 
doing. These 'observation hikes,' as your Scout Master 
calls them, show better than anything else how much 
more alert you are to danger signs than you were a month 
ago. 

"Now, I've been sizing up these risks as covered by 
your patrol reports. They seem to be of three kinds — 
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"Nobody can study these reports without seeing that 
our work is plainly cut out for us for the next few months. 
Charity and every other good work begin at home — though 
they end there only with the weak-minded ! So our work 
in Safety patrolling will naturally begin in our homes and 
with ourselves, and will begin with the risks which these 
reports show to be most common. Let me read you a few 
of the common risks reported by the Scouts of this patrol : 

Matches : left on floor where they may be stepped 
on ; or where mice may nibble them ; or next the 
stovepipe or chimney; or thrown down before 
the last spark is out. 

Celluloid things: brushes and combs handled 
near the gas jet, where they may burst into flame. 

Kerosene: poured on the fire to make it bum 
faster (three bad cases of bums reported from this 
cause alone). 

Gasoline : left near a flame, or anywhere except 
clear outside the house. 

Gas : lighting oven of gas stove without first open- 
ing oven door; leaving gas jet burning near 
window, where breeze may blow curtains across 
(five fires started that way during last month). 

Electric wires: loose wires crossing, which often 
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nearly every case, it is the rescuer who drowns. 
Never take a chance that may cost another's 
life. 

Safety pins: left open within baby's reach. You 
all know what happened to Mrs. Fuller's baby 
girl two weeks ago, all through an open safety pin. 

Hot water and grease : left standing where chil- 
dren may get into them. 

Dogs : left unmuzzled and running loose. 

"These are only a few of the common dangers shown in 
your scouting reports. So far, our work has been hunting 
out these risks and listing them. From now on, we'll fall 
to with a will and set them right as fast as we can, in our 
own homes first and next among our neighbors. 

"Just one word of caution before we take up this new 
patrol duty. Let's be careful how we go ^,bout setting 
these things right. Remember, we can catch more flies 
with honey than with vinegar, so let's not give people 
the idea we are criticizing them — just suggesting. 

"For instance: if a Safety Scout sees a mop and a pail 
of scalding water on Mrs. Muldoon's back steps and one of 
her babies in danger of pitching into it headfirst, he'd better 
not walk up and begin to scold about it. Mrs. Muldoon 
may have done that for years without scalding any one yet. 
More likely than not she'd just order you off the place — 
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and begins playing with the baby, he can first get baby 
out of harm's way and then watch his chance to say, 'Baby 
seems to have his eyes on that pail of hot water, Mrs. Mul- 
doon. Two babies over on the west side were scalded 
to death last week ; did you hear about it?' Chances are 
Mrs. Muldoon will be aroimd warning all her neighbors 
before youVe been gone ten minutes. Get the idea? — 
honey instead of vinegar." 

"Honey works' better down in South America, anyhow !" 
said a deep voice, and a tall, handsome man stepped for- 
ward, saluted, and shook hands cordially with Colonel 
Sure Pop. He was brown as a berry from the tropical sim 
and he carried his left arm in a sling. 

"Uncle — Uncle Jack!" The Dalton twins forgot that 
the troop was on review, forgot Mrs. Muldoon's babies, 
forgot everything and everybody but Unde Jack. What 
a surprise ! And he knew Sure Pop, too ! 

"Sure pop, I do!" laughed the explorer, kissing Betty 
warmly before the whole admiring troop. "Here, look 
out for that lame arm, you rascals ! Our surgeon told me 
it would be well in a month, but he was too optimistic, for 
once!" For Bob and Betty were fairly swarming over 
their favorite uncle, home at last from the jimgle. 

"Nellie," said Uncle Jack to Mrs. Dalton that night, 
when the Safety Scouts were off to bed at last, "those twins 
of yours are making history — do you realize that?" 

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the rest, but they're pretty fine youngsters at that. But, 
oh. Jack, they're growing up so fast !" 

"They are, sure enough, like weeds; but their harvest 
isn't going to be any weed crop, now mark my words. I 
heard most of what was said at their patrol review this 
afternoon before anybody saw me ; and on my word, Nell, 
those youngsters have started something bigger than they 
have any idea of, something that no power on earth is 
going to be able to stop. After all, I'm just as pleased that 
the old chief's spear thrust sent me home in time to see 
the Safety Scouts of America in the making!" 

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SIX TIMELY TIPS 

Sure Pop and Uncle Jack were sprawled out side by side 
on the green river bank, talking over old times. Bob and 
Betty were hanging on every word. 

"My first few months of Safety work among American 
factories and mills/' Sure Pop was saying, "was largely 
planting. I planted the Safety First idea and gave it 
time to grow. I began with the steel mills ; then I turned 
to the railroads, then to the wood-working shops, and so 
on." 

Uncle Jack gazed thoughtfully at the sparkling river. 

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"Well," he said at last to Sure Pop, "what results and 
how?" 

"How?" repeated the little Colonel. "First, by putting 
the idea. Safety First, into the mind of every workman 
we met. Second, by whispering in his ear new ways of 
cutting out accidents — after the Safety First idea had 
had a chance to sink in. Results? Three fourths of the 
deaths and injuries in the steel mills were cut out entirely 
in six years' time ; in the railroads, the number of accidents 
was cut squarely in two in three years' time; in other 
kinds of work — all except one — big reductions all along 
the line." 

"Great!" There was no mistaking the admiration in 
Uncle Jack's voice. "What about the one exception — 
what line was that ? " 

" It's a certain class of mills that is practically controlled 
by one man, a very able man, but exceedingly self-willed 
and stubborn. He owns a chain of mills from coast to 
coast, and the rest of the manufacturers in his line follow 
his lead in everything. He has fought the Safety First 
idea from the start — calls it 'one of these new-fangled 
notions' — will have nothing at all to do with it — and he 
has held back the Safety movement in his whole line of 
work." 

"Hm-m-m! Hard nut to crack, eh? What's the old 
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any other man in the country — and I do believe he's 
proud of it," said Sure Pop, grimly. 

"Bruce — isn't that the man your father works for, 
Bob?" 

Bob nodded. "He has a heart, though" — and he told 
them how the mill owner had dome to Chance Carter's 
aid, and how like a different man he had seemed when little 
Bonnie threw her happy arms around him. 

"Queer mixture, isn't he?" said Uncle Jack. 

"Yes, he is. But don't you suppose our patrol could 
do something to change his mind?" 

Uncle Jack waved the idea aside. "Forget it, Bob, 
forget it! Don't lose sight of what the Colonel told you 
Scouts yesterday about the right way to go at things. Well, 
the right way to go at Bruce is to leave him alone for a 
while. If he's as prejudiced as all that, interfering would 
only make him worse. He'll come around by and by, won't 
he. Colonel?" v 

"All in good time," said Sure Pop. "Your work is cut 
out for you. Bob, as I told you yesterday . Get the Safety 
First idea well rooted in the homes, and then we'll begin 
on the streets, and get folks in the habit of thinking Safety 
every time they cross the street." 

Uncle Jack yawned and stretched himself. 

" Can you spare these twins of ours for the day. Colonel ? 
I've a frolic of my own I want to borrow them for, if I may.'" 

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Uncle Jack stepped across the street to a telephone, and 
the first thing Bob and Betty knew, a big red automobile 
drew up beside them. "Jump in, folks — look out for my 
arm, please. Now — we're oflf! Goodby, Colonel." 

"My, but isn't this glorious!" Betty nestled closer 
to her uncle as th^y sped along toward the shopping dis- 
trict. " Is this your car, Unde Jack ? " 

" For today it is," laughed her uncle. "Today we'll just 
make believe I own the mint. Careful there, driver!" 

Forgetful of his lame arm, he jumped to his feet and 
waved his hand in warning. They had been running 
smoothly along the car tracks, and another automobile 
had cut in ahead of them from around the comer. A tow- 
headed lad of about Bob's age, who was stealing a ride on 
it, holding himself on by mairi strength as the automobile 
jounced along over the crossing, had just made up his mind 
he would ride no farther and was getting ready to jump. 
Down he came, kerflop, in the street, stubbing his toe as 
he tried to catch his balance. 

Uncle Jack's chauffeur, warned by his shout, gave the 
steering wheel a quick turn — and cleared the boy by a 
hand's breadth ! Uncle Jack sank back on the cushions, 
his eyes flashing. 

"Reckless young rascal! Trying to make murderers 
of us, is he ? What are you Safety Scouts going to do about 
the boys' hitching on like that. Bob?" 

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Sure Pop has summed up our patrol reports on street 
accidents. He calls it — 

Six Timely Tips on Street Safety 

Tip I : Make the street car stop before you step 
on or oflf -r-the car can wait. Bmt step Uvely ! 

Tip 2 : Face forward in getting oflf. Hold the 
grip iron with your left hand — it's a friend 
in need. Left foot to the step, right foot to the 
ground, eyes front ! 

Tip 3 : Before leaving the car, look both ways for 
automobiles, wagons, and motor cycles. 

Tip 4 : In passing behind a car, first peek around 
to see what's coming. When carrying an um- 
brella, peek around that, too. 

Tip 5 : Before you hitch on or steal rides on street 
cars, automobiles, or wagons, better make your 
will. 

Tip 6: Keep wide awake in getting on and oflF 
cars and in crossing streets. Walk fast, but donH 
run. Use all the sense you have ; you're likely to 
need it and to need it quick ! 

"Those six tips are not guess work either. Uncle Jack. 
They're boiled down from weeks of street scouting by every 
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"Those are good, sensible tips," said his uncle. "What 
use are you going to make of them?'' 

"Well, by the time vacation's over, we will have a special 
School Safety Patrol drilled and ready to get down to busi- 
ness on this particular work among the youngsters — to 
get them out of the habit of hitching on, and that sort of 
thing. Our idea is to begin with the smaller school chil- 
dren ; there have been a good many bad accidents to thfem, 
you see, going to and from school. Most of them have to 
cross the tracks ; it's altogether too easy for them to get 
confused and nm down by a street car or engine or auto." 

"That's right. Bob. How are you going to stop it?" 

"Why, each Scout in the School Patrol takes charge of 
the school children in his block for one month. It's his 
job to get them together at a convenient comer in the morn- 
ing, then herd them across the tracks and through the 
crowded streets to school; to do the same thing on their 
way home ; and to keep an eye on their games during re- 
cess, reporting any risky condition to their teachers. 
We've planned it so this team work will not only keep the 
youngsters from being run over and all that, but will also 
be training them to take care of themselves and keep out 
of danger just like any Safety Scout. How does the idea 
strike you?" 

"Fine! It's a good, practical plan! Makes me wish I 
were a boy again myself. Hello, here we are — out we go ! " 

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"I'll soon show you." Uncle Jack led the way to the 
elevator and they shot up, up, clear to the roof. 

"Hungry?" he asked, as a white-clad waiter showed 
them to a table. He enjoyed the surprise of Bob and Betty ; 
they had never had luncheon downtown before. Mr. 
Dalton's hard-earned wages left no room for such celebra- 
tions as this. And a roof garden — ! No wonder it seemed 
very strange and very grand to the Dalton twins. 

They must have spent a good half-hour ordering that 
meal : it was fun to study the big bill of fare and pick out 
delicious things which they "never had at home." Uncle 
Jack seemed to find it just as much fun as they did, and he 
understood pretty well how they felt as they ate and ate, 
while they gazed out on the roofs of the city* spread out 
below them. It wasn't so very many years, you see, since 
he had been a youngster himself ! 

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"How nice and cool it is up here !" 

Betty, looking very grown-up and quite as if she were 
used to taking luncheon in a roof garden every day, smiled 
contentedly at Uncle Jack over her glass of lemonade. 

"Cool as a cucumber," said her uncle. "Hard to realize 
how sweltering hot it is down there in the street, isn't it? 
Betty, what's your Safety work going to be when school 
begins?" 

Betty glanced at Bob; she had not yet told even him 
about her plan. "First, I suppose, I'll serve my month 
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to talk to my teacher about starting Safety Games in the 
lower grades." 

"Safety Games !" Bob's tone showed his surprise. 

"Yes, Bob. Fiumy sounding idea, isn't it? But I've 
thought out a lot of games that the kindergarten children 
can play, games that will be brand new to them, and lots 
of fun, and at the same time will get them into the habit 
of thinking Safety and looking out for themselves on the 
street." 

"Tell us one," demanded Bob. 

"Well," said Betty, "one of them I call 'Little Safety 
Scout.' We can begin by asking the little folks in one 
grade what things they ought to keep in mind when crossing 
a busy street. The one that gives the best answer is made 
'Little Safety Scout.' One of the biggest boys plays he's 
the crossing policeman, other children play street cars, 
others make believe they're automobiles, and so on. The 
rest are just people trying to get across the street, and they 
have trouble trying to understand what the policeman's 
whistle signals mean, and some get run over, and some are 
saved by the 'Little Safety Scout,' and others show the right 
way to get on and oflf a car, and all that." 

"Well, Betty Dalton," cried Uncle Jack, "you're a 
regular little witch! Why, that's a dandy plan. The 
first thing you know, you'll have the little folks able to take 
care of themselves on the streets better than the grown-ups 
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"Fine!" chimed in Bob. "And we can give them Sure 
Pop buttons, too I" 

"That's right, we can,'' said Betty. "We can give 
buttons to the children who pass an easy Uttle Safety First 
examination after we've played the Safety Games a few 
weeks. And perhaps we might make some Safety posters 
to hang on the schoolroom walls ; just big posters in colored 
crayons, with a picture of Sure Pop and one of his Safety 
mottoes below it in big letters, — like, 'Folks that have no 
wings must use their wits,' — something that would make 
the children remember the point of the story longer. Don't 
you think that would help along?" 

Thus the three friends went on planning, till the jolly 
head waiter asked them for the ninth time if they wouldn't 
have something more, and Uncle Jack looked at his 
watch with a start of surprise. 

"Four o'clock! Whew! We must get out of this. 
We have lots to do yet before we go home, and I told the 
chauflfeur to be back here at five. Let's stop in the cold- 
storage room below." 

"Is that what makes the roof so cool?" asked Betty, 
as they looked around on the floor below. 

"Ha, ha! Not a bad idea — perhaps it does have 
something to do with it. No, this is where the store keeps 
its furs during the summer months. Moths can't stand 
the cold, you know. Come on, we'll go on down now." 

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garden. Betty started to step in, hesitated, then turned 
back. Uncle Jack motioned her and Bob in, stepped in after 
them, and carefully turned so that he faced the elevator 
door. 

"That was a risky thing you did just then," he whis- 
pered to Betty. "Three quarters of all the elevator acci- 
dents are due to stepping in or out in the wrong way. Never 
do the thing halfway, you know. Always wait till the 
elevator man stops the car at the floor level and throws the 
door wide open." 

Next to them in the elevator stood two boys — cash 
boys in the store — who were fooling and scuffling so close 
to the door that the elevator man cautioned them twice 
as the car dropped swiftly downward. Finally one of them 
brought his heel down on the other's foot so hard that the 
other jumped backwarji, forgetting everything else for the 
pain. Forward went his head — bang went his face 
against the iron grating of the door they were just 
passing. 

The elevator stopped with a jerk. They carried the boy 
out and sent for the store doctor. Bob and Betty never 
had to be reminded, in all the years to come, to look 
sharp when riding in elevators. The memory of that 
bruised and battered face was warning enough. 

"It's a dangerous machine," said Uncle Jack as they 
left the store. "A fellow who will scuffle in an elevator is 
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and he showed them into a shop with a big sign over the 
double door: 

UNIFORMS — READY MADE OR TO ORDER 

"Uncle Jack must be going to have a new uniform/' 
whispered Betty to her twin as the tailor came up with 
his tape over his shoulders. But it was not around their 
uncle that the tape measure went, it was around Bob! 

"Yes, the regulation khaki," Uncle Jack was saying. 
"Cut and finish it just like this one," and he handed the 
tailor a photograph of Sure Pop. 

"Your turn next, Betty," said Uncle Jack, and to Betty's 
great delight and the tailor's surprise, she was measured for 
a special Safety Scout uniform too ! 

Uncle Jack did not stop' there. He bought the twins 
Safety Scout hats of fine, light felt, made for hard service, 
and he was on the point of buying them leather puttees 
or leggings, but Bob stopped him. 

"Canvas leggings are plenty good enough," he said. 
•"The fellows couldn't aflFord leather, most of them, and we 
want them all to match." 

" Canvas it is, then," nodded his uncle, and went on making 
up the outfits. Betty sighed happily as they followed him 
into another store. It all seemed too good to be true ! The 
first thing she knew, they were sitting at a glass-topped table. 

Uncle Jack mopped his steaming forehead again. 
"That tailor shop beats the jungle all hollow for heat !" he 
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Betty thought it was time to object. "Oh, Uncle Jack, 
we've had enough ! You've done too much for us already ! '^ 
All the same, she enjoyed the ice cream just as much as the 
others did, and when Uncle Jack tucked a box of chocolates 
under her arm, her cup of joy was full. 

"What are you thinking about, Betty?" asked Uncle 
Jack as the big red automobile bore them merrily homeward; 
for Betty had not said a word for blocks and blocks. 

She patted Uncle Jack's arm — the well one — with a 
grateful smile. "I was thinking what a perfectly, perfectly 
lovely day we've had! And wishing," she murmurefd, 
wistftdly, "that Mother had been along too." 

"Now that part's all taken care of," said Uncle Jack. 
"Your mother's going out for a spin with me tonight after 
Baby's asleep; she couldn't leave today, she said. She 
and I will have a good long ride down the river front in 
the moonlight. Be sure you get a good sleep tonight, now, 
you two ; I want you to be in good trim for a little ex- 
ploring party I'm planning for tomorrow." 

"We'll be up bright and early, ready for anything," 
Bob told him. "Whew! but this has been a whirlwind 
of a day ! Glad you're going to take Mother out — that's 
the only way she'd get a cool breeze tonight, all right !" 

"But it can't be as nice as the roof garden, even then !" 
cried his happy twin, as she lifted out her big box of candy 
and skipped up the front steps two at a time. 



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True to their word, Bob and Betty were up bright and 
early, ready for Uncle Jack's exploring trip. 

"We're going to visit one of the big wood-working mills," 
he explained as they left the house after breakfast. "I'm 
curious to see the result of Colonel Sure Pop's Safety 
patrolling, and it seems to me that will be about as interest- 
ing a shop as we can begin on. It will be fun to see what 
they're doing to make it safer for the men — perhaps we can 
get some ideas for your outside patrols, Bob." 

The twins looked around them sharply as they went into 
the mill by way of its lumber yard. "I don't see anything 
here that looks dangerous," was Bob's first remark. "Hold 

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on, though — what about those piles of liunber? Don't 
you think they're piled too high to be safe?" 

"I can tell you this much," said Uncle Jack, wh6 had 
been reading up on the year's long list of accidents. "The 
danger of being hit by falling or flying objects in mills and 
factories is the biggest risk in the whole country today." 

He walked around to the laborers who were piling 
lumber and began talking with the foreman. The twins 
stepped nearer so that they could hear what he was sa3dng. 

"They're getting that pile rather high," said Uncle 
Jack, as if he had only just noticed it. "It's beginning to 
look a bit wobbly on its pins. Isn't there danger of its 
toppling over and hurting somebody?" 

"Oh, I don't know," was the foreman's answer. "We 
do have a few men smashed up that way, off and on ; it's 
all in the day's work, though." 

Hardly were the words out of his mouth when a heavily 
loaded wagon in passing beside the lumber piles swayed 
and came squarely up against the one the men were 
working on. With a crash and a clatter the whole thing 
went over. One man jumped clear of the wreck, another 
slid down with the lumber, bruised but not much hurt — 
and two disappeared under the huge mass of falling boards. 

The three Safety Scouts stood watching the ambulance, 
fifteen minutes later, as it carried off the two men to the 
hospital, one with a broken arm and a gash over one eye, 
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Both of them had boys and gkls of their own — families 
whose Kving depended on their daily wages at the mill ! 

"Hard luck for their folks," said Uiicle Jack, as the am- 
bulance rumbled away. "The Colonel told me yesterday 
his men had done a lot of successful Safety scouting among 
the wood-working mills. I can't understand it. By the 
way, Bob, that ambulance reminds me : what drill are you 
giving your Safety Scouts on how to call the fire depart- 
ment, and the police and the ambulance and §0 on?" 

"We've got that well covered in our Saturday reports. 
Uncle Jack.. Once a week each Scout adds to his report 
the telephone number of the police and the fire department 
— it's usually a munber that's easy to remember, like 
* Main o' for fire and 'Main 13' for police — as well as the 
street address of the nearest station." 

"Bob, how did they happen to choose those numbers?" 
wondered Betty. 

Her brother grinned. "I suppose because after a bad 
fire there's nothing left, and because it's unlucky to fall into 
the hands of the police!" and he cleverly ducked the box 
Betty aimed at his ear. 

Uncle Jack's twinkle didn't last long, though. He was 
too much puzzled over the carelessness he was noticing in 
this mill, carelessness where he had expected to find up-to- 
date Safety methods. He poked with his foot at a board 
with several ugly nails sticking up in it and jammed them 
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"That's the fourth bad case of upturned nails IVe found 
here already," he said quietly. "There's no end of broken 
bottles and such ti»,sh under foot, and just look at that 
overloaded truck, will you ? One sharp curve in the track 
and that load will spill all over the place. Why, these 
chaps don't realize the first thing about Safety, Bob.'^ 

They moved on into the engine room. One of the en- 
gineer's helpers, a boy who looked hardly older than Bob, 
stood beside a' swiftly moving belt, pouring something on it 
out of a tin can. His sleeve was dangling, and every time 
the belt lacing whirled past, it flipped the §leeve like a 
clutching finger trying to jerk his arm into the cruel wheel. 

Uncle Jack walked over for a word with the engineer, 
a fat, jolly looking man who seemed weU satisfied with life. 
"Do your helpers often put belt dressing on while the belt 
is running?" he asked. 

The jolly engineer was plainly surprised. "Why, they 
never do it any other time!" he exclaimed. "Why do 
you ask?" 

"Only," said the explorer, dryly, "because there are 
several hundred men killed in just that way every year — 
and most of them have families. Don't you put guards 
around any of your belts in this mill, either?" 

Again that puzzled look in the engineer's eyes. "No, 
not here," he answered slowly. "There was some talk 
about putting them on, but nothing came of it. It wouldn't 
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loses a hand or an arm. Last spring a new man from out 
in the yards was walking through here, and the wind blew 
his sleeve too near the belt. It yanked him clear in between 
the belt and pulley — smashed him up so he didn't live 
more'n a couple of hours. That certainly was hard luck." 

"Luck !" snorted Uncle Jack, when the three were out of 
hearing. "A moving belt is almost as dangerous as a can 
of gimpowder! Yet these men call it luck when it takes 
off an arm or snuffs out a life. It's disgusting." 

All through the plant they found the same state of affairs 
— careless men, unguarded machinery, guesswork, every- 
where. In the machine shop they found men and boys 
cleaning machines that were running at top speed. Any 
one could see how easily the rags and soft cotton waste they 
were using could catch in the moving parts and draw a 
hand or an arm into the fl3ang wheels. 

"I noticed in the accident reports of one single state," 
Uncle Jack told Betty, "that more than five hundred people 
were hurt in that very way, by cleaning machines that 
were moving. Half of them lost fingers and many lost 
their hands or arms. No sensible workman, these days, 
treats his machine as anything but downright dangerous 
as long as it's running." 

The buzz saws fascinated the twins. They felt as if 
they could stand all day long and listen to the drone of 
the saw as it ate its way into the clean white boards, snarl- 
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wood. There were a good many of these saws in the big, 
long room; now and then they would get to singing to- 
gether like a music class at school and then they would 
drop out of tune again. 

"Not a saw guard in the place," shouted Bob in Uncle 
Jack's ear, for the saws drowned out his ordinary tone. 

But Uncle Jack's keen eyes had already caught sight of 
some metal guards hung up on the wall here and there. 
"They've got them," he corrected, "but they are not mak- 
ing any use of them." He stepped up to one of the saws 
and spoke to the man who was running it. "Why don't 
you keep the guard on yoiu: saw?" 

"Aw, those things are a nuisance," said the man. "Yes, 
we're supposed to keep 'em on, but they'd be in the way 
— we couldn't get the work out so fast with them." 

"That's queer," said Uncle Jack. "In a good many 
mills like this they've found that a man using a good saw 
guard turns out more work than ever — because he's so 
much more free in using his hands, I suppose." 

The man gnmted, but did not answer. On their way 
to the door, the Safety Scouts spied, clear back in one 
comer, a man who really did have his saw guard in use. 
"And a rattling lot of work he's turning out, too," said 
Bob, after the three had watched him a while from a dis- 
tance. The neat metal guard came clear down over the 
murderous saw teeth, so that no matter how much his 
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"Let's ask him why he uses his saw guard when the others 
won't," said Uncle Jack. He stepped nearer the silent 
workman and then — he saw the reason. Turning to Bob 
and Betty, he tapped his left hand with his right and jerked 
his head toward the man beside the saw. The twins 
walked around to where they could get a look at the work- 
man's left hand. Then they understood. There was noth- 
ing left of the fingers but the stub of one, and the thumb ! 

"Easy enough to see why that one man was using his 
saw guard, eh?" said Uncle Jack to Sure Pop that night. 

"Nothing easier," said the little Colonel. "A burnt 
child dreads the fire, you know. Not much Safety First 
idea noticeable in that mill, was there?" 

" Colonel, that's just what I don't understand. I thought 
you said yesterday your Safety Scouts had done good work 
among the wood-working mills, but if that's a sample — " 

"It isn't," was the quiet answer. "Do you happen to 
know who's the biggest stockholder in that mill?" 

Uncle Jack stared. " Surely not — not Bruce ? " 

"You've guessed it." 

Uncle Jack gave a long, low whistle of surprise. "But 
I had no idea he owned wood-working mills too." 

"This is the only one. It's out of his line, I'll admit — 
but it goes to show his bitter prejudice against the Safety 
First movement, doesn't it ? He'll come around by and by, 
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GIVING THE OTHER FELLOW A SQUARE DEAL 

The Dalton twins had something on their minds. Mother 
felt it. Uncle Jack felt it. Every now and then they 
forgot to go on eating their breakfast ; and when a Dalton 
went that far, as their uncle remarked, things were getting 
very bad indeed. 

Betty sat and fidgeted. Bob looked as if he would like 
to pop one question at his uncle, but he managed to hold it 
in. Finally Betty slid down from her chair, went boldly 
around to Uncle Jack, and whispered something in his ear. 
How he threw back his handsome head and laughed ! 

"Betty, you're a regular mind reader! Why, we're 
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just going to tell you to get ready, but you were too quick 
forme!'' 

Two hours later Betty, looking very spruce in her new 
Safety Scout uniform, was dancing up and down before 
the mirrors while Bob's blouse was having the buttons set 
over a bit. 

"That boy," said the tailor, looking at him with bulging 
eyes, "has grown smaller since this uniform was measured !" 

"If you'd seen the luncheon he tucked away, just before 
we came over that day to be measured," laughed Uncle 
Jack, "you'd only wonder that those buttons won't have to 
be set back at least a foot ! Now, where are the trousers?" 

"They are up in the shop. Wait, I'll get them. What? 
You'd like to come along? Up this way, then." 

On the second floor they found themselves in a big room 
that looked like a forest of sewing machines, humming and 
clicking so fast that at first the twins were fairly bewildered. 
Girls who, it seemed, could hardly be older than Betty 
were benciing over their machines, sewing away as if for 
dear life. Most of them did not even look up from their 
work as the visitors came through. 

"The young man's trousers are in this next room," 
said the tailor, leading the way to a heavy iron door which 
separated the two rooms on that floor. 

"What's the idea of this iron door?" asked Uncle Jack. 
"To keep a fire from spreading from one department into 
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"Exactly so. That big, thick fire wall goes straight 
through the building from top to bottom — cuts it in two. 
Suppose a fire breaks out here on the piecework side: 
the foreman just opens this fire door and shoos the boys and 
girls right through like a lot of chickens. Then he shuts 
the fire door tight, and they are safte. That big fire we 
had here four years ago taught us something. So when 
the owner rebuilt it for us, he built it right." 

The big room on the other side of the fire wall was crowded 
almost as full of workers as the first one. The main differ- 
ence was that there were more boys and men, and that 
more sewing was being done by hand. Bob's khaki trousers 
were quickly found and tried on — a perfect fit. 

"We'll give Bob a Patrol Leader's arm badge — two 
white bars of braid below his left shoulder," said Uncle 
Jack. "Betty will get one bar for the present, I under- 
stland. There are some badges yet to come, Colonel Sure 
Pop says." 

Bob and Betty looked at each other, too pleaseci to talk. 

The four were walking downstairs for a look at the other 
floors of the big tailor shop when the noon whistle blew. 
R-r-rip — slam — bang! A torrent of rattle-brained boys 
came tearing pell mell down the stairs like a waterfall over 
a dam. Most of them came pelting down three steps at 
a jump, but on one of the landings somebody stumbled, 
and the yelling boys piled up in a squirming, kicking heap. 

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the mild-mannered tailor of having such a foghorn of a 
voice ! The rush from the upper floors slowed up at once, 
and Uncle Jack and Bob helped the fallen lads pick them- 
selves up. But the boy at the bottom, a little fellow with 
a thin, pinched face that looked as if he had never had half 
enough to eat, nor even enough fresh air, lay there moaning 
softly. 

Bob knew that queer, tumatural angle of the boy's right 
arm, which lay awkwardly stretched out beside him, as if 
it had never quite matched his left. The arm was broken. 

"Here, here!" roared the tailor, gently picking the little 
fellow up and carrying him to the elevator. "Will you 
crazy fellows never learn ? Only last week, somebody hol- 
lered 'Fire! ' just to see the other fellows jump up and run, 
and broke that poor little Levinski's collar ' bone ! And 
now look at this!" 

"The old fellow's right on that score," was Uncle Jack's 
remark as the twins followed him to the street car, each 
hugging tight a big pasteboard box with a brand new Safety 
Scout uniform inside it. "Those lads meant no particular 
harm, but that certainly was about as far from a square 
deal as one fellow can give another. These 'practical 
jokers' who will yell 'Fire !' or nm over a boy smaller than 
themselves — well, if a Boy Scout had no more sense than 
that, he'd be dnunmed out of the service !" 

Once on the way home, when the car stopped at the comer, 
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'^There's your flower-pot risk over again, Betty. Even 
worse, for this time they're on the fire escape steps where 
folks would fall over head first in case of fire. And see 
that girl leaning against that rickety old porch railing on 
the third floor! Certainly there's plenty in sight for a 
Safety Scout to do!" 

That afternoon they visited a large machine shop across 
the river. To their great delight. Bob and Betty were 
allowed to wear their new Safety Scout uniforms, leggings 
and all. They stood very straight as they waited for their 
companion to get a permit at the Company's office. 

"Those new uniforms are going to be about as good an 
'ad' for Safety First as anything we could have," re- 
marked Uncle Jack, leading the way into the big machine 
shop. He had caught the admiring glances that had fol- 
lowed them from the older people and the longing looks 
that the boys and girls had sent after them all the way over. 

"We haven't done our 'Day's Boost for Safety' yet, 
though," said Betty. " I don't know but we ought to do our 
good turn every morning before we start out on any trip 
— I just hate not to get my button right side up till so late 
in the day!" 

"Those girls have pretty neat looking uniforms of their 
own, haven't they?" said Bob, a little later, as they gazed 
down a long row of punch presses which were pouring out 
shining streams of aliuninum pin trays. "What do they 
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"You wouldn't have thought so," laughed the fore- 
woman, "if you could have seen how they fought the first 
caps and aprons we tried to get them to wear. They were 
homely things, even if they were life savers.. So we kept 
at it till we got something so trim and pretty that the giris 
would rather wear it than not." 

"Life savers?" repeated Betty. "How could caps and 
aprons save lives ? Oh — by not catching in the machinery? " 

"Just so. It's easy for a girl's hair to be blown into the 
machines, or for a braid to swing against a whirling shaft, 
you see. Oh yes, we had several girls killed that way, 
before we tried this uniform. They used to wear dresses 
with baggy sleeves, — ragged ones, sometimes. Rings 
and bracelets are bad, too ; and even these aprons, you'll 
notice, are buttoned back so they can't fly out against the 
wheels. Yes, the girls aU like the idea now. The caps 
keep their hair from getting dusty or mussed up. Besides, 
we find it saves a good many girls' feelings, too, having them 
aU dressed so much alike." 

The same good sense was shown in the other depart- 
ments, in the working clothes worn by the men and boys. 

"You won't find a man in this room with a necktie on," 
the foreman told them. "These are the biggest punch 
presses in our whole shop. A while ago one of the men got 
his necktie caught between the cogwheels and he was drawn 
into the machine head first. That was the end of that sort 
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"Now, as you'll see, long sleeves and ragged or baggy 
overalls are things of the past. If a man does wear a 
long sleeve, he keeps it rolled up where it can't catch and 
cost him a hand or an arm. 

"Watch the men and boys, and you'll see how careful 
they are not to look around while their machines are nm- 
ning. Before they start their machines, you'll find them 
looking all around to see there's nobody near who might 
get caught in the wheels or belt. These workmen are just 
as anxious to give the other fellow a square deal as anybody 
could be, once they catch the Safety First idea. It took 
some of them a long while to learn never to fool with the 
other fellow's machine — that's always dangerous, you 
know, just like a machine that's out of order. Our press- 
men wouldn't think of starting up a machine which was out 
of order, or which they didn't understand — they'd report 
it to me at once." 

"What has been the result of all this Safety training — 
has it got the men to thinking Safety,' so you don't have 
so many accidents?" asked Uncle Jack. 

The foreman's face glowed with pride. "Why, it's got 
so now, sir, that even the youngsters are too wise to scuffle 
or play jokes on each other here in the shop. They've 
come to see how easy it is to fall against dangerous machin- 
ery or down a shaft or stairway. And as for throwing 
things at each other, the way they used to during the noon 
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"Would you beKeve it, we haven't had a bad accident in 
this shop since a year ago last July. That was when one 
of the boys on a punch press got the die clogged and tried 
to dig it out with his fingers instead of using a hook. That's 
about the last set of fingers this shop has lost; yes, sir. 
Before that, there was hardly a week went by but we had 
several hands crippled, and often somebody killed. Oh, 
this Safety First work is wonderful, — it's making things 
a lot safer for the working man !" 

Uncle Jack told the kindly foreman what the twins were 
doing in Safety patrol work. Bob and Betty could see how 
proud the man was of the splendid Safety showing his shop 
was making. "And it's a fine pair of Scout imiforms you 
and the little lady have," he called after them. "More 
power to you both — and to the Safety Scouts of America ! " 

"You seem very much interested in everything in these 
shops. Bob," said his uncle, who could hardly drag him 
away. 

"You'd better believe I am!" cried the boy, warmly. 
"As soon as I get through school, I'm going to get a job 
in one of these factories and — well, I'm trying to make up 
my mind which shop it shall be ! " 

One thing you always owe the other fellow — a 

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AN ADVENTURE IN SAFETY 

Betty told Sure Pop what Bob had said about getting a 
job in one of the big mills by and by, and the Kttle Colonel 
remembered it a few weeks later when he was showing sev- 
eral of the Safety Scouts through the steel mills. 

"Do you think it will be one of these mills you'll pick 
out for your first job?" 

"Well, I don't know, now. It's a pretty big, lonesome 
sort of place for a fellow like me. Sure Pop, and there don't 
seem to be so many fellows of my own age here as in some 
of the other factories." 

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a lonesome looking place tiU you got used to it, in spite of 
the thousands of men who swarmed aroimd them. The 
queer, raw smell of the reddish iron ore added to the feel- 
ing, too. 

Away down in the big ore boats along the docks, gangs 
of big, brawny workmen strained and sweated, filling the 
iron buckets that traveled up the wire cables to the ore 
dimips. Others were trucking the ore to the furnaces, 
while a swarm of little switch engines, panted and puffed 
back and forth over the network of steel rails. 

The steel works covered iliany acres of groimd, and, shut 
off as they were by high fences, seemed almost like another 
world. The roar of the furnaces and the din of steel on 
steel made Betty and the boys feel rather confused at first. 
"I should think all these men just over from the old coimtry 
would get mixed up, so many of them not imderstanding 
a single word of English," said Betty to their guide. 

"Yes, we have to be mighty careful," said the man, who 
was one of the Safety men who gave all his time to making 
the steel mills safer for the thousands of workmen. "We 
print this little book of Safety Rules in all the different 
languages, so that each new man can study it and find out 
how to do his day's work without getting into danger." 

"Wow! what's that?" Joe's black eyes opened very 
wide as he pointed to a great ball of fire that rose from 
one of the furnace stacks, floated a little way like a balloon, 
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"Just the gas from the blast furnace — regular Fourth 
of July fireworks, isn't it? I remember how queer those 
gas bubbles used to look to me when I first came to work 
here." 

He waited while his visitors stared for a few minutes at 
the fiery clouds, then led the way to the blast furnaces. 
They went through two or three big buildings, all of them 
fairly alive with hurrying, sweating laborers. But in spite 
of the seeming confusion all aroimd them. Bob noticed how 
carefully the aisles and passageways were kept free and 
clear of anything the hiurrying'men might stimible over. 

"We simply have to do it," explained the steel man. 
"Before we woke up to the importance of never leaving 
anything in the way where it might be stumbled over, we 
had more broken arms and legs every month than you could 
shake a stick at. Now it's different ; it's as much as a man's 
job is worth to leave anything lying in the passageways 
for his fellow workmen to stimible and fall over." 

"I saw some white lines painted on the floor of that last 
room we came through, the one where all those castings 
were stacked up in rows," said Chance. "Was that what 
they were for? Great scheme, isn't it? And as simple 
as falling off a log ! " 

"Simple? Siure — most of these things are simple 
enough, once you think of them," agreed their guide. "It 
took perhaps an hour of one man's time and a gallon or 
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— and many's the man who has been saved weeks in the 
hospital by those same white lines." 

The five friends followed him into the foimdry depart- 
ment. Hardly had they stepped through the doorway, 
when the clang of a big gong overhead scattered a group 
of laborers who were piling heavy castings on flat cars. 

Five pairs of eyes looked up as the five Safety Scouts 
turned to see where the gong was. Away up above them 
on a track that went from one end of the long room to the 
other, they saw something like an oddly shaped freight 
engine nmning along with a heavy wire cable dangling 
toward the floor. The big, strong cable was carrying a 
load of several tons of steel castings as ea^sily as a boy carries 
in an armful of wood. " And with a whole lot less fuss and 
bother !" said Betty, with a sly look at Brother Bob. 

"When a man hears that gong overhead," said the guide, 
"he knows what it means even before he looks up. That's 
what is called a traveling crane. It nms back and forth 
on those overhead tracks, wherever the crane driver wants 
to pick up or drop his load. He kicks that gong with his 
heel, just like the motorman on the street car, and it gives 
warning to the workmen below just as plainly as if it yelled 
out, 'Look out, below! Here comes a load that might 
spill on yoiur heads ! ' " 

"Soimds exactly like a street-car gong," said Betty. 

The steel man smiled. "It ought to — it was made for 
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back this way and you'll see the gong fastened right up 
under the cab floor. See? We tried whistles for a while, 
and automobile homs, too ; but this plain, everyday street- 
car gong beats 'em all. A man doesn't have to understand 
English to know what that sound means!" 

"It must have made a good deal of difference in the 
nimiber of accidents," said Sure Pop, "with so many men 
working underneath those cranes right along." 

"Did it? Well, I should say so! That's another little 
thing that's as simple as A B C, but it saves lives and 
broken bones just the same. Sometimes I think we get 
to thinking too much about the big things, Colonel, and 
not enough about these little, everyday ideas that spell 
Safety to all these thousands of men who look to us for 
a square deal." 

Siu"e Pop reached up to say something in Bob's ear as 
they went on to the chipping yard, where long rows of men 
were trimming down the rough steel castings with chisels 
driven by compressed-air hammers. 

"Did you ever see anything like it, Bob, the way this 
'square deal' and 'fair play' idea gets into their systems, 
once they wake up to the possibilities of Safety First?" 

"It certainly does," said Bob. "I thought of that, 
too. It's what that tailor told the boys in the clothing 
factory, the day we got our imiforms, and it's just what 
the foreman in that machine shop told us, too." 

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everything to a fellow who's any good at all — it's the very 
life of the Boy Scout law, you know." 

Joe was looking hard at the chippers. 

"Every one of those men wear glasses! Isn't that 
queer ! " 

"It's all the difference between a blind man and a wage 
earner," was the way the steel man looked 'at it. "When 
those steel chips fly into a man's eyes it's all over but the 
sick money." He turned to little Sure Pop again. "There 
it is again. Colonel — another of the simplest ideas a man 
could imagine — just putting goggles on oiu* chippers and 
emery wheel workers — but it has saved hundreds and 
hundreds of eyes, and every eye or pair of eyes means 
some man's living — and the living of a family." 

"Splendid idea," nodded the little Colonel — just as if 
he, the Spirit of Safety, had not thought it all out years 
before, and put it into the minds of men! "Do you ever 
have any trouble getting the men to wear them?" 

"Plenty! Most of the men treated it as a joke at first. 
Then, gradually, they began to notice that the men who 
wore theirs on their hats (the rule is that they must wear 
goggles while at this work or lose their jobs), those were the 
men who lost their eyes. Several of the first men to be 
blinded after the new rule was posted were those very 
ones, the chaps that had made the most fun of the goggles. 
Then the others began to wake up. 

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that have had one or both lenses smashed by flying bits 
of steel — and every pair has saved an eye, in some cases 
both eyes. Seems sort of worth while, eh. Colonel?" 

It was an enthusiastic group of Safety Scouts that passed 
out through the big steel mill gates and started home in 
the mellow September twilight. "Oh, I think it's won- 
derful," cried 'Betty, as they talked over what they had 
seen, "perfectly wonderful, Sure Pop, that such little things 
can save so many lives ! " 

"But I don't see why you call a trip like this 'an adven- 
ture,'" broke in Chance, who had never been along on any 
of the twins' Safety Scouting trips before. "We didn't 
see an accident or an explosion or anything ! " 

Colonel Siu"e Pop gavfe Chance one of his wise smiles. 
"That's the best part of the whole trip, as you'll see when 
you've been at it as long as I have. The most delightful 
adventure a lover of fair play can possibly have to look 
back on, my boy, is one just like what we've had today — 
a real, live adventure in Safety !" 

The spirit of fair play is the very life of the 

Scout Law. — Sure Pop 



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ADVENTURE NUMBER NINETEEN 

ONE day's boost FOR SAFETY 

October had come and gone in busy school days and 
even busier Safety Scouting trips, all but the last day. For 
it was the morning of Hallowe'en, — and the Dalton twins' 
birthday. 

"Twelve years old, eh?" said Father, at the breakfast 
table. "Well, well, how time flies, Nell! Stand up here, 
you Safety Scouts, and let's have a look at you. I declare, 
no one would suspect Bob of being a day imder fifteen, would 
he. Jack?" 

"I'd hate to have him haul off and hit me with that fist 
of his!" laughed Uncle Jack. "How are you going to 
celebrate the day, Scouts?" 

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"As if any one need ask!" smiled Mother. "Today's 
the day Bob takes his entering test and joins the Boy Scouts, 
and Betty joins the Camp Fire Girls. Just think — big 
enough for that ! (jood thing it's Satiurday, Betty." 

"What are you going to do — start out to captiure all 
the honor medals?" 

"Well, I hope to get a few, by and by," admitted Bob, 
modestly, but with a determined gleam in his eye. "I'll 
be just a tenderfoot to start with, you know. But I'm 
hoping it won't be so terribly long before I can qualify as a 
first-class Scout." 

"Hm-m-m!" muttered their imcle, winking at Mr. 
Dalton over the twins' heads. For he realized what Bob 
and Betty did not, that the practical, everyday Safety 
scouting the twins had done had already gone far toward 
qualifying them, not only for Boy Scout and Camp Fire 
Girl honors, but for practical Safety work all the rest of 
their lives. There is no age limit in the Safety Scouts of 
America. 

They were wearing their handsome new uniforms when 
Chance Carter came over to get some scouting tips from 
Bob. Chance was going around without his crutches now, 
for the broken leg seemed to be as strong and well as ever. 

Chance had his heart set on a Safety Scout uniform like 
Bob's. " Dad says he'll get me one as soon as I do some- 
thing to earn it," he told the twins. " I'm going to put in 
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uniform — and I want you two to think up some stunt that 
will win it, sure I " 

The twins were eager to get ready for their entrance 
tests, but it seemed only fair to give their friend his chance, 
too. So they sat and thought hard, while the golden min- 
utes flew past. 

"I can't seem to think of anything worth while today," 
said Betty. "Why not himt for a live wire and report it, 
the way Bob did?" 

" Not much use on a day like this," objected Bob. " That 
was the morning after the big windstorm, when wires were 
down all over town. I'll tell you what you might do. 
Chance: you might patrol the roads on the edge of town. 
You may rim across a broken culvert, or a shaky bridge, or 
something." 

"And you might patrol the river bank and watch for 
a chance to fish somebody out of the river," added Betty. 
"There are lots of children playing down by the river every 
Saturday, you know." 

"Now," said Bob, when to their great relief Chance 
Carter had hurried off to begin his day's scouting for Safety, 
"now, we've got to hustle, or we'll be late for those ex- 
aminations. Come along, Betty." 

"Wait till I turn my Safety button upside down," was 
his sister's answer. "It seems a shame to go to the Boy 
Scout and Camp Fire Girls tests with our Safety buttons 
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we've managed to do our 'One Day's Boost for Safety/ 
Bob. Don't you suppose we'd better, after all?" 

"Oh, now, Betty, come on! If we can't do any better, 
we can count our patrolling hints to Chance as our work 
for Safety this time — certainly that took enough longer than 
our day's boost usually does!" 

Though Betty scoffed at the idea of their talk with Chance 
being work for Safety, Bob had spoken more truly than they 
knew. 

All forenoon long Chance Carter patrolled the different 
roads leading into town. By noon he was so hot and tired 
that he plodded on till he came to Red Bridge, as the boys 
all called the old bridge that spanned the river where it 
crossed Bruce's Road, the short cut to Bruce's Mills. Here 
he managed to find a shady spot on the grassy river bank 
and sat down to eat the lunch he had brought along. 

"What luck!" he grxmabled to himself. "Everything's 
so dis-gw^/-ing-ly safe!" The way he bit off the syllables 
showed how tired and disappointed he was. 

He threw the cnunbs from his limcheon into the water, 
hoping the fish would rise for them ; but even the fish were 
not at all accommodating, this sunny Hallowe'en. For a 
while he amused himself by shying stones at the weather- 
beaten DANGER sign which was Bruce's only reply to 
the City Coimcil's action condemning Red Bridge as unsafe. 
The bridge was really on Bruce's land, and nobody knew 
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the public wondered why the city did not build a newer 
and stronger bridge, Bruce had stubbornly insisted to the 
road commissioner, "Oh, that bridge'U hold a while longer," 
and was putting off spending the money for a new bridge 
just as long as he could. 

Meanwhile the farmers from that part of the country 
had kept on using the shaky bridge as a short cut to town 
by way of Bruce's Mills. One of them was driving up to 
the bridge now. Lying on his elbow by the river's edge. 
Chance idly watched the old bridge quiver and quake as 
the light horse and buggy dragged lazily across. 

Suddenly something went kerflop into the water, like a 
big fish jimaping. Chance sat bolt upright, staring at the 
dark shadows under the bridge. There it was again! 
And this time he saw it was no fish, but a second brick which 
had rotted away from the bridge supports underneath the 
farther end. 

"Phew!" whistled Chance to himself, now ftdly aroused. 
"If a light rig like that shakes the bricks loose, the old thing 
must be rottener than it looks! What would a loaded 
wagon do, I wonder?" 

He carefully climbed up under the bridge to see just how 
bad it really was, and then climbed out again in a hurry. 
The whole middle support had cnunbled away. Red Bridge 
was barely hanging on the weakened brickwork at the far 
end, ready to plunge into the river with the next heavy 
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Bruce, in the meanwhile, was getting impatient. He sat 
at his desk in the little office, signing papers as fast as he 
could shove his pen across the pages. He glanced again 
at his watch and gave his call button a savage punch with 
his big, blimt forefinger. A buzzer snarled in the outer 
office, and a nervous looking secretary jumped for the pri- 
vate office as suddenly as if the buzzer had stung him. 

"Why isn't that car here?" snapped the great man. 

"I — I don't understand it, sir. It should have been 
here half an hour ago. Jennings is always so pimctxial," 
stammered the clerk. 

"Humph! Call up the house and see if they've gone 
back for any reason. Bonnie told me she'd call for me with 
the car at five o'clock." 

The clerk hiurried to the telephone, while Bruce paced 
his office. "If that chauffeur has let anything happen to 
Bonnie, I'U—"' 

If Bruce had not cared more for his little golden-haired 
daughter than for anything else in the world, he never 
would have thought such a thing, much less said it ; for he 
had had Jennings for years, and knew him for the safest, 
steadiest of drivers. But he scowled when the clerk hiur- 
ried back to report that Jennings, with Bonnie in the 
biggest automobile, had left for the office almost an hoiu: 
before. 

Throwing his light coat over his arm, the big mill owner 
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walk, straining his eyes for a glimpse of the big automobile 
and Bonnie's flying curls. As he stood waiting on the curb, 
f imiing at the delay, suddenly he heard a voice that sent his 
heart up into his throat. 

"Daddy! Oh, Daddy, here we are!" The big auto- 
mobile swept swiftly up to him — from the opposite 
direction ! 

"My Bonnie!'' The big man snatched the dimpled, 
smiling girl into his strong arms and held her there. 

In the excitement of the moment, Jennings interrupted 
his employer as the mill owner started to question him 
sternly as to the cause of the delay. Bonnie, too, broke 
in with her version of the story, and together they told him 
how a pimctured tire had held them up fifteen minutes 
just as they were leaving the house in plenty of time. 

They told him how, to avoid being late at the office, Jen- 
nings had taken the old short cut across to the mills, by the 
way of Red Bridge, only to be halted by a lad of fourteen who 
waved a red handkerchief at them and barred the way 
across the bridge in spite of the chauffeur's argument and 
threats. 

They told him how a heavy limiber wagon, in which three 
farm hands were rattling home from the city, had come 
bouncing along to the other side of the river and how the 
men had howled down the boy's wild warnings and entreaties 
as they bowled on to Red Bridge as fast as their horses 
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Brace's stem face went white as his little daughter, shud- 
dering at the awful memory of it, told how the bridge had 
gone crashing down into the river — men, horses, and all ; 
how the boy who had tried so hard to warn them had 
almost given his own life trying to drag the drunken farm 
hands from the swif t-nmning current ; how two of the men 
had never come up again ; and how the third, towed to shore 
by the half -drowned boy a quarter mile below, had been laid 
face down on the river bank as soon as the boy could catch 
his own breath long enough to get the water out of the man's 
lungs and start him to breathing again. 

Still clasping Bonnie tightly to him, her father got into 
the automobile. "Home, Jennings. Why^ what makes 
these cushions so wet?" 

"Oh," said Bonnie, "that's where that nice boy sat while 
we were taking the almost drowned man to the doctor's. 
Then we took the nice boy home — he was so wet and 
shivery." 

"Take us there first, Jennings, then home." 

The big car whirled swiftly back to Chance Carter's house. 
Brace foimd Chance with his hair still wet, but triimiphant. 
He was telling his father exactly how he wanted his new 
Safety Scout xmiform made, patch pockets and all ! 

From him Brace got the whole story, clear down to the 
scouting hints from Bob and Betty that had started him 
oflf that morning. The mill owner took Mr. Carter aside 
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Bruce's Mills. *' Where do this other boy and the girl live ? " 
he asked, as he and Bonnie got back into the machine. 
"All right, Jennings, we'll stop there next." 

"I think, sir," suggested Jennings, "that must be the 
same boy and girl we took home from Turner Hall last 
Fourth — the boy who put the splint on this other lad's 
broken leg, sir. It's the same house, anyway." 

Sure enough, when they drew up at the curb, there were 
Bob and Betty in their Safety Scout imifonns, just going 
in to their birthday supper. They were going to have a 
big double cake, with lots of frosting and with twenty-four 
green candles on it — green for Safety, Betty explained — and 
they were so excited over having passed their examinations 
with such high marks, that it was some time before the big 
man could make them understand what he was getting at. 

"What I want to know," persisted Bruce, "is how you 
ever came to put that Carter boy up to such a stimt as that. 
What difference did it make to you?^' 

"Why," Betty told him, "we simply had to help him 
get a start for his imiform and his Safety First button. 
But we couldn't do much because we didn't have time. 
You see this is our birthday, and we had to go for oiu: ex- 
aminations." Before Bruce left they had given him their 
whole story, too, and a good deal more than they had in- 
tended telling him, forgetting what Colonel Sure Pop had 
told Uncle Jack about the way Bruce had been holding back 
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Bruce said little as he listened to their story, but he did 
some quick thinking. So this was the sort of thing he had 
fought so long and so stubbornly — this "Boost for Safety" 
talk which he had called "new-fangled theory/' but to which 
he owed the life of his own little girl ! 

As they talked^ two Scouts came into the front hall to 
remind the twins that their birthday supper was waiting, 
but Bruce was too interested to see them. Quick at read- 
ing signs, as all good Scouts are. Colonel Sure Pop and Uncle 
Jack watched and listened for a moment, then smilingly went 
back to the supper table. 

"You were right. Colonel, as usual," said Uncle Jack, 
heartily. "Bruce is coming aroimd. He'll be the biggest 
Safety Booster in the whole United States before morning !" 

"Sure pop!" exulted the dapper little Colonel. "I'll 
have to wire my King about this day's work !" 

It was long after Bonnie's bedtime, and the nurse waiting 
in the hallway was beginning to wonder if her little mis- 
tress was never coming upstairs. On the avenue outside, 
in the soft, mellow Hallowe'en breeze, jack o' lanterns and 
soot bags were still being paraded up and down, horns 
blowing, rattles clattering. Two street lurchins, bolder than 
the rest, crept up to the great iron gate in front of the Bruce 
mansion and vainly struggled to lift it off its hinges. Still 
the mill owner sat before the fire, Bonnie on his knee. 
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In the flames dancing on the hearth, the big man was 
seeing visions — visions of the Safety First work that 
would be started tomorrow morning in every mill in the 
whole Bruce chain. "I'll telegraph every manager to get 
busy on Safety work at once if he wants to hold his job/' 
he thought to himself. "I won't lose another day!" 
For after hearing from the Dalton twins and from Chance 
Carter the way their spare time was spent, his own work 
in the world seemed suddenly very small and mean. Here 
he — Bruce the rich, Bruce the powerful, with the safety 
of thousands of lives in the hollow of his hand — had been 
holding back the great work which these striplings had been 
steadily, patiently — yes, and successfully — building up! 

"I'll send those three youngsters each a copy of my 
telegram in the morning," he muttered, looking more eager 
and enthusiastic than he had looked for many a day. 
"I'll write across the bottom of each telegram, ^The Safety 
Scouts of America idid this I ^ And the wonderful part of it 
is," he added, "that it's only what any boy and girl could 
do, every day of their lives. I wonder why somebody didn't 
start this Safety Scout idea long, long ago !" 

Over in the Dalton cottage, only a few blocks away. Bob 
and Betty were going upstairs to bed. 

"Many, many happy returns of the day!" whispered 
Betty to her brother as she kissed him good night. 

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Boost for Safety' didn't amount to much today, did it, 
Betty?" For Bob and Betty had yet to hear of Chance 
Carter's adventiures, and Bruce had given them no hint. 

"No, it didn't — not imless what we told Chance gave 
him a start toward a Safety Scout imiform," said Betty, 
sleepily. "Never mind, though, Bob," she added. "We'll 
try to do better tomorrow, if we didn't get much done 
today." 

But over in the big stone house on the avenue, the 
silent man with the little golden-haired girl in his arms 
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HOW CAN YOU TELL A GOOD SCOUT? 

In school 

He keeps to the right on walksy in halls^ going 

up and down stairs. 
He goes up and down stairs one step at a time. 
He looks where he runs. 
He doesnt jostle in a crowd. 
He doesnt bully the little fellows. 
He sees that the little chaps have a fair chance 

on the playground and that they don't get 

hurt. 

Out of school 

He does not walk on railroad bridges or tracks. 
He does not walk around lowered gates or crawl 

under them. 
He does not jump off moving trains, cars, or 

engines. 
He does not crawl over, under, or between cars. 
He does not loiter around railroad stations or 

cars or play on or around turn tables. 
He does not cross tracks without remembering 

to stop, look, and listen. 
He looks where he goes and keeps to the right. 
He crosses at regular crossings, not in the 

middle of the block. 
He looks out for automobiles turning corners. 
He looks and listens for danger signals and 

heeds them. 
He plays safe, as much for the other fellow's 

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T^OR the many occasions when a present is to be given, there b nothing 
^ of more permanent value than an interesting book. It may also be an 
inexpensive gift. Read the following selected list of World Book Company 
books which make acceptable gifts, and note the range of prices. All these 
books are well suited for gifts. They are interesting; the pictures are the 
work of excellent illustrators; the type is large and plain; the paper is good; 
the printing is clear; the binding is both strong and attractive. 

FOR YOUNGER CHILDREN 

CHADWiCK-FREEBiAN: Chain Stories and Playlets. 1. The Cat that was 

Lonesome. 2. The Woman and Her Pig. 3. The Mouse that Lost her 

Tail. Each, 16 cents. 
Chancellor: Easy Road to Reading. 1. A Book of Animals. 2. A Book 

of Children. 3. A Book of Fun and Fancy. 4. A Book of Letters and 

Numbers. Eacfi, 18 cents. 
Thompson-Cooper: Making Faces with Pencil and Brush. Book I. Book II. 

Each, 18 cents. 

FOR BOYS AND GIRLS 
Bailey: Sure Pop and the Safety Scouts. 44 cents. 
Burks: Barbara* s Philippine Journey. 60 cents. 
Brown: Nature and Industry Readers. 1. Stories of Woods and Fields. 60 

cents. 2. Stories of Childhood and Nature. 56 cents. 3. When the 

World was Young. 52 cents. 
Curtis: Indian Days of the Long Ago. Gift edition, $1.50. 
Curtis: In the Land of the Head-Hunters. Gift edition, $1.50. 
McGovney: Stories of Long Ago in the Philippines. 48 cents. 
Sims-Harry: Dramaiic Myths and Legends. Book One: Norse Legends. 

Book Two: Greek and Roman Legends. Each, 36 cents. 

4 POST CARD to the publishers will bring you more detailed information 
^ with regard to any or all of these books. It is requested that payment 
in stamps, by registered letter, or by post office or express money order 
accompany all orders. 

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