Football -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
He liked the school immensely and the fellows in it. And he liked
the town, with its tree-shaded streets and comfortable old white
houses. A row of the latter faced the Academy from across the asphalt
thoroughfare below the sloping campus, home-like residences set in turf
and gardens, guarded by huge elms and maples. Beyond them began, a
block further east, the stores. One could get nearly anything he wanted
in the two short blocks of West street, without journeying closer to
the center of town. In school parlance this shopping district was known
as Bagdad. Further away one found moving picture houses in variety.
Northward at some distance lay the river, and under certain not too
painful restrictions one might enjoy boating and canoeing. On Sunday
Alton rang with the peeling of church bells and Bagdad was empty of
life save, perhaps, for a shrill-voiced purveyor of newspapers from
whom one could obtain for a dime an eight-section New York paper with
which to litter the floor after the return from church. On that first
Sunday Slim acted as guide and Leonard learned what lay around and
about. They penetrated to the sidewalk-littered foreign quarter beyond
the railroad, where Slim tried modern Greek on a snappily-attired
gentleman who to-morrow would be presiding over a hat cleaning
emporium. The result was not especially favorable. Either Slim’s
knowledge of Greek was too limited or, as he explained it, the other
chap didn’t know his own language. Then they wandered southward, to
the Hill, and viewed the ornate mansions of the newly rich. Here were
displayed tapestry brick and terra cotta, creamy limestone and colorful
tile, pergolas and stained glass, smooth lawns and concrete walks,
immaculate hedges and dignified shrubs. Being a newer part of town,
the trees along the streets were small and threw little shade on the
sun-heated pavement, and this, combined with the fact that to reach the
Hill one had of necessity to negotiate a grade, left the boys rather
out of breath and somewhat too warm for comfort. On the whole, Leonard
liked the older part of Alton much better, and confided the fact to his
companion.
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