Alf Tupper Cut-Up

Culled from the pages of that popular boy's paper, the "Victor".

Alf dug himself a starting hole. "I've got nothing in" said Aunt Meg, a big brawny woman with hair hanging over her red bad-tempered face.

"Get up"

He ran his chin into a straight left and dropped.

"Gosh I'm into one already! Agood big 'un too by the feel of him!"

"A nice slow retrieve with a bit of action from the rod to make the spinner dart and wobble."

Potter exclaimed, "If you want a good hiding you can have it."

"You dirty dog," he shouted.

You're a dirty dog," snarled Alf.

He had a breather and felt the unmistakable smell of fish and chips. Alf slouched out of the house.