The Real Diary of a Real BoyShute, Henry A. (Henry Augustus)
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The Real Diary of a Real Boy
Shute, Henry A. (Henry Augustus)
Boys -- Fiction; Diary fiction
April 4. The band played in the band room to-nite. it was warm enuf to
have the windows open and we cood hear it. i sat out in the school yard
til 10 oclock to hear it and father came out and walked me home. Beany
was mad becaus i cared more for the band than for getting rid of the
warts.
April 6. dident wright anything last nite, was too scart. i never was
so scart in all my life before. me and Beany came awful near getting in
jale. we dident know where to hook the pork. i went to our cellar but
father was down there making vinigar all the evening, then we went to
Beanys cellar but Mister Watson was sitting on the cellar door. so Beany
told his father that a man was looking for him to see about a horse and
Mister Watson started down to the club stable. then Beany hooked the
pork and rubbed it over his warts and then i rubbed it over my warts and
we said arum erum irum orum urum and nururn 3 times jest as Pewt said,
turned round twice and i plugged the pork right threw a gaslite jest
then the gasman came along, he yelled at us and jumped out of his wagon
and went for us. we ran down threw the school yard as fast as we cood
hiper. there is a hollow in the corner of the school yard by Bill
Morrills back yard and there is a little hole in the bottom of the fence
where the fellers crawl threw when the football goes into his garden.
we skinned threw that hole jest in time. the gasman tried to crawl threw
but he coodent, then he clim the high fence but while he was doing that
we ran across the carrige factory yard and down by the old brewery up
Bow street and home. i went to bed pretty lively and so did Beany. gosh
but we was scart.
April 7. One of Beanys warts has gone.
April 8. brite and fair. my warts have not gone.
April 9. brite and fair. my warts have not gone.
April 10. Clowdy but no rane. my warts have not gone.
April 11. rany. i have got 2 more warts. i gess i hadent ought to have
broke that gaslite.
April 12. i have got another.
April 13. bully day. me and Potter Gorharn and Chick Chickering went out
after toads today. i got 14 but i dident take them home you bet.
April 15. Brite and fair. we all went to church today to see the Lanes.
they come from New York and when they go to church everybody goes to see
them. there was a boy with them named Willie. i bet i cood lick him.
April 16. Nothing particular today. dont feel very well, kind of headaky
and backaky.
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