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was agreed that the boys should exploit the Emporium for a retainer of $2.50. But in addition to airing a radio plug for the store, Henry and Dizzy were to ride in the race attired in samples of the two articles the Emporium was featuring in its current summer sale. On their bicycle was to be tied a sign reading: "Clothing Furnished hy Bishop's Suit and Coat Emporium."
"What are the specials you want us to wear?" inquired Henry when the deal was completed. Mr. Bishop fitted the contrasting figures before him with an experienced eye.
"Heavyweight, high leather boots and fall top coats!" answered Morris.
IT was noon before Henry and Dizzy completed their canvass of the Main Street merchants and then the practical Dizzy insisted that they halt their campaign in favor of lunch. "I can't pedal six and a half miles this afternoon on an empty stomach. And besides, we've got enough for the tire, now," he insisted when Henry suggested they skip the meal in favor of another hour's search for sponsors.
They repaired to their respective homes and over the luncheon table, Henry proudly recounted his success as a solicitor. "We got $8 in cash and promises of $10 more," the boy ballyhoo broker boasted. Mrs. Aldrich was visibly impressed. Even Mary, Henry's older sister, admitted that he had shown admirable initiative.
After lunch, he strode through the kitchen with a stomp that sent Mrs. Aldrich's eyes to the soles of the high leather boots he was wearing, and out into the yard where the tandem was propped against a laundry pole, its new front tire as conspicuous as a sable patch on a pair of old overalls.
Around the corner of the house, appeared Dizzy. Over his sweater and corduroy slacks, Dizzy was wearing a new heavy top coat which reached to the middle of his high leather boots. He looked like a trapper who had borrowed a coachman's outfit and was sorry he'd ever left the woods. The hot August sun baked him like a jacketed potato. Henry was struggling into his own, even larger model of the Bishop Emporium's suggestion of what the well-dressed man would be wearing when snow fell.
He then began adjusting a wire basket onto the front handle bars of the tandem. The basket was filled with sample boxes of breakfast food from Allen's Grocery which the boys had contracted to toss out to the crowds along the line of the race.
On the quiet summer afternoon's air there suddenly came the sound of band music in the distance. "Hurry up, Dizzy. Get on," ordered Henry. "Hear the band. I guess the crowd is beginning to gather. We'd better get down to the starting line." Henry looked up at the window of his parents' room and called.
"Mother, Mother! Aren't you coming to see the race?"
Mrs. Aldrich appeared at the window and waved good luck. "Your father is coming," she announced. "But I'm going to stay home and listen to it on the radio."
Henry and Dizzy maneuvered a mounting and, a little shakily at first, started slowly pedalling toward the center of town. Mrs. Aldrich remained at the window and watched them out of sight and then moved swiftly to her bedside radio and turned the switch. Soon there
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