The Radio Boys' First Wireless - Or Winning the Ferberton Prize by Allen [pseud.] Chapman
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Buck noticed their amused expression, and his coarse face grew red and mottled. "Well," he demanded, "what have you got to say to that? Am I right or ain't I?" "You're wrong," replied Joe promptly. "Dead wrong. You're so far from the truth that you couldn't see it with a telescope. You're talking like a ham sandwich." "Look out what you're saying, Joe Atwood, or I'll make you sorry for it," threatened Buck, as he clinched his fist, an ugly look coming into his eyes. "I apologize," said Joe. "That is, I apologize to the ham sandwich." Bob laid a restraining hand on his friend's arm. "Easy, Joe," he counseled. "Listen, Buck," he went on. "Did you ever hear of Marconi?" "Sure, I did," replied Buck. "He's the fellow that had the fight with Julius Caesar. The one that Cleopatra was dippy about." "No," said Bob patiently. "You're thinking of Mark Antony. He's been dead for more than eighteen hundred years. The man I mean is a very live one. He's the inventor of wireless telegraphy." |
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