Pee-Wee Harris

Pee-Wee Harris, by Percy Keese
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PEE-WEE HARRIS
By
PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH
Author of
THE TOM SLADE BOOKS THE ROY BLAKELEY BOOKS
Published with the approval of THE BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA
MCMXXII.
CHAPTER CONTENTS
I THE BATTLE OF THE BANANA II A TRAGIC PREDICAMENT
III AN INVITATION IV HE GOES TO CONQUER V ENTER
PEPSY VI THE WAY OF THE SCOUT VII A BIG IDEA VIII
MAKING PLANS IX IT PAYS TO ADVERTISE X DEADWOOD
GAMELY TALKS BUSINESS XI TWO IS A COMPANY--THREE

IS BAD LUCK XII THE ADVERTISING DEPARTMENT XIII
PEPSY'S SECRET XIV SUSPENSE XV SIX MERRY MAIDENS
XVI A REVELATION XVII HARD TIMES XVIII THE VOICE OF
THE TAIL-LIGHT XIX THE OTHER VOICE XX AN OFFICIAL
REBUKE XXI SCOUT HARRIS FIXES IT XXII FATE IS JUST
XXIII WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY XXIV PEPSY'S
ENTERPRISE XXV AN ACCIDENT XXVI PEPSY'S INVESTMENT
XXVII SEEN IN THE DARK XXVIII STOCK ON HAND XXIX
INDUSTRIAL CONDITIONS XXX PAID IN FULL XXXI
CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE XXXII THE CLEW XXXIII THE
TRAMPLED TRAIL XXXIV THE TRAIL'S END XXXV EXIT
PEE-WEE HARRIS
CHAPTER I
THE BATTLE OF THE BANANA
PEE-WEE HARRIS, mascot of the Raven Patrol, First Bridgeboro
Troop, sat upon the lowest limb of the tree in front of his home eating a
banana. To maintain his balance it was necessary for him to keep a
tight hold with one hand on a knotty projection of the trunk while with
the other he clutched his luscious refreshment.
The safety of his small form as he sat on the shaky limb depended upon
his hold of the trunk, while the tremendous responsibility of holding his
banana devolved upon the other hand.
Pee-Wee was so much smaller than he should have been and the
banana so much larger than it should have been that they might almost
be said to have been of the same size.
The slender limb on which Pee-Wee sat trembled and creaked with
each enormous bite that he took. The bright morning sunlight,
wriggling through the foliage overhead, picked out the round face and
curly hair of our young hero and showed him in all his pristine glory,
frowning a terrible frown, clinging for dear life with one hand and
engaged in his customary occupation of eating.

He had ascended to this leafy throne with the banana in his pocket but
he could not restore it to his pocket now even if he wished to. However,
he did not wish to. In a military sense he was in a predicament, both
arms were in bad strategic position and his center exposed to assault.
His leafy throne was like many another throne in these eventful
times--extremely shaky.
But the commissary department was in fine shape....
Suddenly the expeditionary forces of Uncle Sam appeared in the form
of the postman, who paused on his way across the lawn to the house.
"Hello, up there," he said, suddenly discovering Pee-Wee.
"Hello yourself and see how you like it," the mascot of the Ravens
called down.
"I saw a banana up there and I thought maybe you were behind it," the
postman called, as he looked among the pack of letters he held in his
hand.
"It's only half a banana," Pee-Wee shouted.
"Well, you're only half a scout," the postman said; "you'd better drop it,
here's a letter for you."
"For me?"
"For you."
Steadying himself, Pee-Wee took an enormous bite, considerably
reducing the length of the banana. "Wait a minute till I finish it," he