Radio Boys Loyalty; Or, Bill Brown Listens In

ther solemn face, who appeared to be very reticent. It was said that he was a close and a bright student who, though not lacking for money, took little interest in sports, belonging only

he radio experts saw

radio getter-ah-what you call? Yes, a receiver." He addre

Gus replied, looking up with his ready

here, the privile

nt the room

d partly toward Bill who drew near at th

any hints and advice we can give. The school shop is at your mercy, too, without charge, as you

ny con-con-what you call it? Yes, conflicting. I sho

wn materials, or we can get them for you at the prices we pay. We bought up some old pieces of furniture

le that you pay-charge, I mean it. I will ask for your materials and

k in and go to it. Check your hours up

it is Italy, but American I now am. My father is of the city-

u pay after a while and you can see that the wor

ot to make-build a s

here long enough, I should guess from your talk, to get o

. It means in your language, I get on to it, as fi

ll get mad. They call me Bill Brown, generally forgetting the Brown, even here a

-what you call it? Kids, as us, eh?" Tony smiled genially, his face l

naturally unsocial. But after he began the making of a radio set and came in daily contact with Bill and Gus, the young Italian seemed to grow a little out of himself, becoming less reticent and secluded. The good fellowship of two lads a little younger than he, both

. All to you is nice and fine and it is equal to the doing, but you say it, it is worth the while. This makes good-will and kind thoughts to others, also by others-no; from others. You are like one dolce picture in my home. It is by two little birds fabri

Tony, he'd declare you're both an o

ng also, science, the great learning. Many large men of the yesterday and

Bill and hear him

ay now if I can tell it to you that my father, he is one sure and big friend of Signor Marconi. Our home, in Italia, what you call-

caught it!" declared Gus. "Nobody could have it down any more p

, thumping in. "What is it

s went on briefly to repeat that which the Italian had related. B

are doing things-everybody is-in radio and now we are going-this school is going-to honor the situation if we can start it that way. For, fellows, Marconi's yacht, the Elettra, is in New York Harbor, with Marconi on board most of the time. And Tony, we'll get

ay so, eh? that we shall do this. Let us now go, upon this moment, and talk to th

smitter? No, we can su