FROELICH, FORREST H. Civilizing Cricket.

FROELICH, FORREST H. The garden of the lost key.

Jacqueline Hooker Hughes & Forrest H. Froelich (NK); 1Nov56; R179621. HOOVER, MERLE M., joint author.

FROELICH, FORREST H. Civilizing Cricket.

Jacqueline Hooker Hughes & Forrest H. Froelich (NK); 1Nov56; R179621. HOOVER, MERLE M., joint author.

When Terry McGurk hove the brick through the window of Froelich's butcher shop he did it casually, on general principles, and without any idea of starting anything.

He had strolled unexpectedly round the corner from his dad's saloon, had seen the row going on between Froelich and the gang of boys that after school hours used the street in front of the shop as a ball ground, and had merely seized the opportunity to vindicate his reputation as a desperado and put one over on the Dutchman.

"Here's one of 'em, Froelich!" "Dot's him!

"You'll identify him, Froelich?" "Sure!

Neither did he think that he was taking graft because he amicably permitted Froelich to leave a fourteen-pound rib roast every Saturday night at his brother-in-law's flat.

Tony was arraigned at the bar, and, having given his age as sixteen years and five days, charged with the "malicious destruction of property, to wit, a plate-glass window of one Karl Froelich, of the value of one hundred and fifty dollars."

" The magistrate glanced over the complaint, in which Delany, to save Froelich trouble, had sworn that he had seen Tony throw the brick.

And Tony looked to him like a poor runt, Simpkins and Delany were both rascals, Froelich wasn't in court, and he sensed a nigger somewhere.

"Well, I want to get Froelich hereif you're going to proceed now," spoke up Delany.

It had been ridiculousjust because he was mad at the boy for trying to get away and wanted to make things easy for Froelich.

What in hell had Froelich ever done for him, anyhow?

The brick that Terry McGurk hurled as a matter of principle through Froelich's window produced almost as momentous consequences as the want of the horseshoe nail did in Franklin's famous maxim.

The morning after the catastrophe Mr. Froelich promptly made application to the casualty company with which he had insured his window for reimbursement for his damage.

This lawyer, whose salary depended indirectly upon the success which attended his efforts to secure the conviction and punishment of those who had cost his company money, immediately camped upon the trails of both Froelich and Delany.

Then he bethought him that if only Froelich was sufficiently emphatic in his testimony a little uncertainty on his own part might be excused.

In the meantime, however, two things had happened to curdle Froelich's enthusiasm.

Froelich perceived that he had probably been mistaken, and being relatively honestand being also about to get his moneyand not wishing to bear false witness, particularly if he might later be sued for false imprisonment, he decided to duck and pass the buck to Delany, who was definitely committed.

"But you said that that was the feller!" argued the cop, who had gone to urge Froelich to assume the onus of the charge.

That evening under cover of darkness Mr. Ephraim Tutt descended from a dilapidated taxi at the corner adjacent to Froelich's butcher shop, and several hours later was whisked uptown again to the brownstone dwelling occupied by the Hon.

"You saw this boy throw a brick through Mr. Froelich's window, didn't you?"