AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOHN FRITZ If
younger boys, by breaking up the plays, whatever they were, and annoying them in any way they could. One day when there was snow, the younger boys, I being one of them, were passing by the end of the Friends' meeting house. I spied a knothole in the shutter of the gable-end window, and having a snowball in my hand I inadvertently threw it to see how near I could come to striking the hole. Of course all the rest, boyHke, must see how near they could come to striking the mark. About the time we were getting our best v/ork in, we received such a volley of snowballs from the older boys that we were compelled to make a hasty retreat, much to our chagrin. But we did not have to wait long for revenge and it came in a most unexpected maimer. The older boys at once took the cue to see if they could put a baU through the hole, but they threw such a volley against the time-worn shutter that it went to pieces. About this time we yoimger boys saw our teacher coming up the road. We stepped out of the way, but where we could have an eye on him. He halted a short distance from the older boys and took in the situation. As he was in the rear of them, they did not see him until he was quite close. Then, of course, they began snowballing each other. He passed them seemingly without taking notice of what had happened, but knowing the pleasure he seemed to take in the use of the rod, and that he was always on the lookout for an opportunity to use it, we could see danger ahead. But, as the larger boys had done the damage, we consoled ourselves with the thought that they would get the worst of it, and we would have the satisfaction of see¬ ing them severely chastised for the rude treatment we ever received from them.
We did not have long to wait to see what was going to happen. As soon as school was called to order and all had taken their seats, Mr. Baker called the older boys whom