Woops! and Co.

Dominion, Volume 30, Issue 154, 27 March 1937, Page IX (Supplement)

Woops! and Co.

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'TUNG-TING, ting! the telephone rang ■*" in the Woopers’ treehouse. "Yes?” Bob answered. It was the evening after the bush episode, and lie was still tingling with excitement. The Woopers had rushed back to their house to find the Peepers dancing a war dance, while one of them, with stick and pot, was busily bird-liming the entrance. What other mischief they had planned the others could not guess, for. upon seeing the Woopers advancing in force the three made a hasty and timely retreat from their scene of action. It was then the Woopers decided that they must each have, two and founr hour speels in the house, day and night. "Yes?” said Bob into the telephone.

have two and tour-hour spells in the on a signboard,’' said Tony’s voice, “and now Tom is trying to think o£ something better. He thinks we ought to have some local news as well as campaign stuff against the Peepers. What do you think?” Bob was silent for a minute. "It’s a good idea,” he said. “Why not look into that rumour about the new school teacher?” “Hurrah! We’ll make that our main

story this week.” Tony cried, "Ting, ting!” and Bob put his end of the telephone down. From the door of Woopers’ treehouse Bob cuold see that white tent roof of (heir rivals’ abode. There was a glimmering light in it as if it came from an oil lamp. "The nuisances,” and "Peeps the squeakers.” the Woopers called them, loftily, and certainly, as an opposition gang merely to make nuisances of themselves and to worry the Woopers. they were doing excellently. Ever since the formation of the Woopers they had been kept on the alert, with scarcely time to think of any of the other things they had planned. Bob groaned. Suddnely, his attention was riveted to the opposite t ree.

The light in the tent was growing brighter and brighter. In a second the tent-like roof exploded with a terrifying bang and flames belched out with a roar. With one gasp Bob leapt from his own house and raced to the scene. “Woop, woop,” he shrieked as he ran, the cry becoming not a call or a hoot of derision this time, but a cry with all the urgency of a tire engine.

(To be continued.)