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night Gadsby was "all in," as his worn-out body and an aching throat

sought his downy couch. No campaign is a cinch.

With so many minds amongst a city's population, just that many calls

for this or that swung back and forth until that most important of all

days,--voting day, was at hand. What crowds, mobs and jams did assail

all polling booths, casting ballots to land a party-man in City Hall!

If a voting booth was in a school building, as is a common custom

pupils had that day off; and, as Gadsby was Youth's champion, groups of

kids hung around, watching and hoping with that avidity so common with

youth, that Gadsby would win by a majority unknown in Branton Hills.

And Gadsby did!

As soon as it was shown by official count, Branton Hills was a riot,

from City Hall to City limits; throngs tramping around, tossing hats

aloft; for a hard-working man had won what many thousands thought was

fair and just.

IV

As soon as Gadsby's inauguration had put him in a position to do things

with authority, his first act was to start things moving on that big

auditorium plan, for which many capitalists had bought bonds. Again

public opinion had a lot to say as to how such a building should look,

what it should contain; how long, how high, how costly; with a long

string of ifs and buts.

Family upon family put forth claims for rooms for public forums in

which various thoughts upon world affairs could find opportunity for

discussion; Salvation Army officials thought that a big hall for a

public Sunday School class would do a lot of good; and that, lastly,

what I must, from this odd yarn's strict orthography, call a "film

show," should, without doubt occupy a part of such a building. Anyway,

talk or no talk, Gadsby said that it should stand as a building for

man, woman and child; rich or poor; and, barring its "film show,"

without cost to anybody. Branton Hills' folks could thus swim, do

gymnastics, talk on public affairs, or "just sit and gossip", at will.

So it was finally built in a charming park amidst shrubs and blossoms;

an additional honor for Gadsby.

But such buildings as Branton Hills now had could not fulfill all

functions of so rapidly growing a city; for you find, occasionally, a

class of folks who cannot afford a doctor, if ill. This was brought up

by a girl of our Organization, Doris Johnson, who, on Christmas Day, in

taking gifts to a poor family, had found a woman critically ill, and

with no funds for aid or comforts; and instantly, in Doris' quick young

mind a vision of a big city hospital took form; and, on a following day

Gadsby had his Organization at City Hall, to "just talk," (and you know

how that bunch _can_ talk!) to a Councilman or two.

Now, if any kind of a building in all this big world costs good, hard

cash to build, and furnish, it is a hospital; and it is also a building

which a public knows nothing about. So Mayor Gadsby saw that if his

Council would pass an appropriation for it, no such squabbling as had

struck his Municipal Auditorium plan, would occur. But Gadsby forgot

Branton Hills' landlords, all of whom had "a most glorious spot," just

right for a hospital; until, finally, a group of physicians was told to

look around. And did Branton Hills' landlords call upon Branton Hills'

physicians? I'll say so!! Anybody visiting town, not knowing what was

going on, would think that vacant land was as common as raindrops in a

cloudburst. Small plots sprang into public light which couldn't hold a

poultry barn, to say nothing of a big City Hospital. But no grasping

landlord can fool physicians in talking up a hospital location, so it

was finally built, on high land, with a charming vista across Branton

Hills' suburbs and distant hills; amongst which Gadsby's charity auto

and bus trips took so many happy invalids on past hot days.

Now it is only fair that our boys and girls of this famous Organization

of Youth, should walk forward for an introduction to you. So I will

bring forth such bright and loyal girls as Doris Johnson, Dorothy

Fitts, Lucy Donaldson, Marian Hopkins, Priscilla Standish, Abigail

Worthington, Sarah Young, and Virginia Adams. Amongst boys, cast

a fond look upon Arthur Rankin, Frank Morgan, John Hamilton, Paul

Johnson, Oscar Knott and William Snow; as smart a bunch of Youth as you

could find in a month of Sundays.

As soon as our big hospital was built and functioning, Sarah Young

and Priscilla Standish, in talking with groups of girls, had found

a longing for a night-school, as so many folks had to work all day,

so couldn't go to our Manual Training School. So Mayor Gadsby took

it up with Branton Hills' School Board. Now school boards do not

always think in harmony with Mayors and Councils; in fact, what with

school boards, Councils, taxation boards, paving contractors, Sunday

closing-hour agitations, railway rights of way, and all-round political

"mud-slinging," a Mayor has a tough job.

Two of Gadsby's School Board said "NO!!" A right out-loud, slam-bang

big "NO!!" Two thought that a night school was a good thing; but four,

with a faint glow of financial wisdom, (a rarity in politics, today!)

saw no cash in sight for such an institution.

But Gadsby's famous Organization won again! Branton Hills did not

contain a family in which this Organization wasn't known; and many a

sock was brought out from hiding, and many a sofa pillow cut into, to

aid _any_ plan in which this group had a part.