It has made me tender toward poor children who have to wear hand-me-downs.
To-day psychologists talk much of the "inferiority complex" which spurs a man forward to outdo himself.

But Babe Durgon and I didn't go into these matters as we trudged along through the dark on our way to do battle "over the line." At the foot of the hill, Babe exclaimed: "What's the use of going any farther?
Let's fight here." It was in front of a new building--a church-school half completed.

We took off our coats and made belts of our suspenders.

Then we squared off and the fight began.

Babe rushed me like a wild boar and tried to thrust his deadly thumb into my eye.