SANDWICHES When we got back from delivering the papers, Mr. Tarkin said he had a good idea but that he was afraid that maybe we wouldn't like it. He said, "Do boy scouts believe in advertising? What is your opinion of sandwiches?" I said, "We eat 'em alive. Do you want us to advertise some new kind of ham?" "No, sir," he said; "I'm going to suggest a plan for advertising your movie show. Something _striking_." Then he began laughing and he brought out a couple of big placards about as big as window-panes. They had fresh printing on them, all in great, big letters, and this is what they said: _TO-NIGHT!_ Boy Scout Movie Show in Railroad Traveling Movie Palace. One Night Only. _RIDGEBORO RIDGEBORO_ TEN CENTS. DON'T MISS IT! He said, "Now this is a sandwich." Pee-wee just stood there gaping at it and I said to him, "What's the matter? Do you want to eat it?" The two big placards were tied together at the top with a rope and Mr. Tarkin slipped them over Pee-wee so that one covered the front of him and the other covered his back. You couldn't see anything but his head and his feet. Mr. Tarkin began laughing and the fellows all screamed. "Now you're a sandwich man," Mr. Tarkin said; "you're the inside part." "You're a hunk of cheese," I said. "You're a sardine," Connie shouted. _Oh, boy_, you should have seen Pee-wee! He just stood there looking all around him, his head sticking up from between those two big placards, while the rest of us danced around him, just hooting. Crinkums! It was the funniest thing I ever saw. Even Mr. Tarkin was laughing so hard he could hardly speak. "Walk over to the window and back again," he said. Honest, I can't tell you about it. I just sat on the counter and screamed. Westy had his arms folded and he was just doubled up, laughing. Pee-wee strutted around and you couldn't see any part of him, except just his head. It was as good as a circus. "Smile and look pretty," I said. "Our young hero," Connie giggled. "Let's see you go scout pace," Wig said. "Advancing stealthily," I said; "our young hero charged upon the hooting multitude and----" "Look at him turn around," Wig laughed; "look at him try to read it. Oh, save me!" Pee-wee was swinging around like a sailing ship in the wind and craning his neck and trying to read the printing. All of a sudden he lifted the whole thing off. "Do you think I'd wear that thing?" he yelled. "What do you think I am?" "If you'd just stroll up and down Main Street with that," Mr. Tarkin said; "it would attract attention----" "G--o--o--d _night_! You _said_ it!" I just blurted out. "I wouldn't do it!" Pee-wee shouted "Do you think I'm a dunce? Do you think I'm going to march up and down Main Street with that thing on, like a--like a scarecrow--with all you fellows laughing at me?"