The Radio Boys' First Wireless Or Winning the Pemberton Prize

they came out of school one afternoon, swinging their books by str

for a farm. I'm keen to know more about this wireless business, an

words you can understand. But all the time you know he's got a lot back of it and could tell you ten times as much

mmer, one of their schoolmates, who came up to them at

e," answered Bob, as he edged over a little to give Jimmy room to walk beside them.

ound and fat, and who went by the nickname of "Doughnuts" amo

my, I'm ashamed of you. You're getting so fat now that pretty soon you

got a letter the other day from a cousin of mine out in Michigan, and he told me all about a set that he'd made and put up himself. Said he was just crazy about it. Wanted me to go into

nce," declared Bob. "Already they'v

" objected Joe

three thousand miles away, heard every word he said and heard the music of the phonograph too. A ship two thousand miles out on the Atlantic heard the same record, and so did another ship in a harbor in Central America. Of course, the paper sa

companied by snickers, and the friends turn

ck Looker, as he was called-his first name was Buckley-was generally unpopular among the boys, but as he was the son of one of the richest men of the town he usually had one or two cronies who hung about him for what they could get. One of these, Ca

coldly, as he looked from one to

s, if you believe all that stuff I heard you pulling

some difficulty. "But since you've butted in, perhaps you'll tell

e confidence that so often goes with ignorance. "Telephoning w

ed out his chest and looked triumphantly at his two compa

time, Buck," declared Lutz,

the bull's-eye," chimed

and, despite their resentment, had all they

expression, and his coarse

have you got to say to th

u're so far from the truth that you couldn't see it w

make you sorry for it," threatened Buck, as he cli

e. "That is, I apologi

aining hand on h

Listen, Buck," he went on. "

llow that had the fight with Julius Caesa

been dead for more than eighteen hundred years. The man I mean

him," muttered

ob. "I was only going to say that he's a pretty brainy fellow, and he believes

furiously. "Say, what are you t

already," Joe put in

for that stuff,' there are a lot of able men in the United States who are in the same boat with

t I haven't any brains?

perhaps you don't use what brains you

t a right to his own o

he rescue of his

ht to put on the soft pedal. Any one has a right to have a club foot or a hu

l the world," sneered Buck in

than Edison and the rest of them. But you mustn't think beca

from the other side of the street, and Herb Fennington, a special friend of Bob and Joe, came running over to greet them. Th

the latter came up to them, a

and his companions. "What's up with Buck and his gang? Lo

I guess," replied Bob

ough he'd like to t

w certainly gets me mad, and I wouldn't mind a

out?" asked Herb, w

d butted in," explained Bob. "Practically told us we

ughed o

mmented. "What he doesn't

ry you mean,"

rought them close to the business part of the town. "But say, fellows, forget

upted by a sh

look at that auto!

llowed the direction o

here and there, hesitated, zigzagged. Then it turned suddenly toward the curb, dashed on the