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Sure Pop and the Safety Scouts


          _Being a Safety Scout means doing the right thing
          at the right time._
                                           --COLONEL SURE POP



SURE POP AND THE SAFETY SCOUTS

by

ROY RUTHERFORD BAILEY

Published Under the Auspices of the National Safety Council

Illustrated







[Illustration]

Yonkers-on-Hudson, New York
World Book Company
1916

_Get the Safety Habit_

Copyright, 1915, by World Book Company.
Copyright, 1915, in Great Britain.




CONTENTS


                                                             PAGE

    Introduction                                                1

    Adventure Number
      One: Bob Thirsts for Adventure and Gets It                3
      Two: The Royal Signet Ring                                9
      Three: The Woman and the Wizard                          13
      Four: The Persistent Pigmy                               21
      Five: The Magic Button's Warning                         27
      Six: The Live Wire                                       32
      Seven: Betty Evens the Score                             38
      Eight: Little Schneider's Fire Alarm                     43
      Nine: "Chance Carter's Way"                              49
      Ten: The Twins Meet Bruce                                58
      Eleven: "Just for Fun"                                   62
      Twelve: Getting Down to Business                         69
      Thirteen: Dalton Patrol                                  74
      Fourteen: Six Timely Tips                                82
      Fifteen: Twin Uniforms                                   89
      Sixteen: Where Safety Was a Stranger                     95
      Seventeen: Giving the Other Fellow a Square Deal        102
      Eighteen: An Adventure in Safety                        110
      Nineteen: One Day's Boost for Safety                    117




THE SAFETY SCOUT'S PLATFORM


  _I will bear in mind the value of human life and a sound body._
  _I will take no risks to endanger my body or any of its parts._
  _I will do nothing to endanger the life or limb of any other person._
  _I will be vigilant not only for my own safety, but for that of others,
       in the street or indoors, on foot or in conveyances, anywhere and
       at all times._
  _I will try to do at least one Good Turn for Safety every day._




INTRODUCTION

SAFETY FIRST--THE PREVENTION OF ACCIDENTS


AMERICANS are realizing the need for preventing accidents. The general
conservation and efficiency movements and the Workmen's Compensation
Laws first directed the attention of employers to the needless waste of
human life. The discovery that by the safeguarding of machinery and the
education of workmen ninety per cent of the industrial accidents could
be prevented, has proved the value of educational methods in Public
Safety work, and the Safety activities of public officials, trade
organizations, public schools, churches, and other agencies have been
directed toward the prevention of accidents on the street, in public
places, and in homes. Every phase of human life is affected by
accidents, and their elimination means saving human life and the
avoidance of destitution and misery.

The National Safety Council realizes the importance of educating school
children in the principles of Safety; for they will be the future
industrial workers and the representatives of public opinion; their
interest must be aroused to practice and preach "Safety First"
everywhere. Children can be taught to become alert to their own safety,
and can influence their parents to a deeper realization of their
responsibilities.

The National Safety Council has directed the preparation of this book
and hopes that through its pages children will be brought to realize the
manliness of caution, the importance of courtesy and consideration;
that, in short, the Safety way is simply the right way of doing things;
and that the efficiency, comfort, and happiness of many individuals will
be increased by the practicing day in and day out of "Safety First."

                              R. W. CAMPBELL
                                   _President National Safety Council_

          _You have no right to take a chance; some one else
          may have to take the consequences._
                                            --COLONEL SURE POP






SURE POP AND THE SAFETY SCOUTS




[Illustration]




ADVENTURE NUMBER ONE

BOB THIRSTS FOR ADVENTURE AND GETS IT


"Bully for Uncle Jack!" cried Bob, a stalwart lad just on the edge of
twelve, excitedly waving a letter with a South American postmark. "What
wouldn't I give to be with him on his exploring trips! Here, Betty,
listen to this part about their fight with the natives!"

"Oh, don't, please!" said his twin, clapping both hands over her ears,
but listening just the same. "I'm always so afraid Uncle Jack will get
killed."

"Uncle Jack get killed? Hardly! Just listen to what he says:

"'This last scrimmage was one of the liveliest I've ever been up
against. The warlike up-river tribes, it seems, mistook our native
scouts for a war party and lay in ambush for us. Might have been worse,
though. Our losses were two men killed and seven wounded--but of course
that's only a fraction of what you wound and kill every day back there
in the States.'"

"Why, what does he mean by that?" wondered Betty. "There's no war going
on in this country, is there?"

"Not that I know of." Even Brother Bob looked puzzled for a moment. "No
Indians left to fight! But say, Betty, Uncle Jack's life is just fairly
dripping with adventure! Think of it--every day chock-full of thrills
and narrow escapes--and adventures every time he turns around! Well, it
won't be many years now before I can be a scout and explorer myself."

A yell from their playmates outside brought the twins to the street in a
hurry. Bob's legs were longer, but Betty, quick as a cat, got there
first.

"You're it, Bob!" "Bob's last, so he's it!" Like a band of savages the
screeching boys and girls scuttled across the car tracks and around the
corners, while Bob counted up to five hundred "by fives."

"Four hundr' nine' five, FIVE HUNDRED!" yelled Bob, and started to dash
across the tracks, for he had caught a glimpse of Jimmy West's new red
boots disappearing under his grandmother's porch across the street. The
sound of the wind in his ears as he ran drowned out the roar of the
coming street car, and of course he had eyes only for those tell-tale
red boots.

Another jump and Bob would have been under the wheels--but a strong
little hand on his shoulder stopped him. The street car roared by with a
startled clang of its gong, for the motorman had seen Bob too late to
throw off the power.

Bob gasped in relief--then whirled around to see what had stopped him.
And what do you think he saw, right there beside him in the street? Was
it a scout--or a pygmy--or what?

He was old and snowy haired, but as fresh as a daisy and as spry as a
cricket. His cheeks were as ruddy as Spitzenberg apples and his only
wrinkles were the laughter wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. And such
eyes! They were big and clear, and so bright that Bob could only look at
them a moment and then turn away. It was like trying to stare at the
sun.

He was tiny, but straight as a ramrod in his natty khaki uniform. And he
was holding up his right hand just like the big policeman on the corner
downtown. As he dropped it to shake hands with Bob, there was a sudden
flash of green.

"Why, hello there!" Bob could scarcely believe his eyes. "Where on
earth did _you_ come from? And who--who _are_ you, anyway?"

"My name is Sure Pop!" answered the scout in a clear voice, like the
note of a bugle. "I've dropped in on the United States on my second tour
of scouting duty, and I hear you are thirsting for adventure. Well,
you've had _one_, at any rate; if I hadn't grabbed you just in the nick
of time--" He shuddered and hustled Bob back to the sidewalk.

"Thanks, old scout!" stammered Bob. "I didn't know there was a car
coming, and you see I was in such a hurry--"

"I see!" said Sure Pop, dryly. "_I_ see, Bob, but _you_ didn't. How do
you suppose a wee chap like me ever gets across the busy streets
downtown?"

"Give it up!" said Bob, "unless you can fly!" And he gave a sly glance
at the scout's square little shoulders, half expecting to see wings.

Sure Pop grinned. "No more than you," he chuckled. "So I keep my eyes
and ears open. Folks who have no wings must use their wits."

Bob felt a bit uncomfortable to have his mind read so easily, and
promptly changed the subject. "What a funny name you have--'Sure Pop'!"

"Well, 'tis a funny one, sure pop! That name was wished on me by a crowd
of Borderland folk, and then His Majesty gave it to me for keeps."

"His Majesty--do you mean your King?"

"Right--the King of the Borderland." The two had been walking toward the
Dalton house as they talked. Now Sure Pop followed Bob up the steps and
curled up in the big porch chair to tell him all about it.

"Once upon a time, some years ago, when I was a younger man than I am
now," began Sure Pop, "I was standing on a corner in the largest city in
the Borderland. It was noontime, and crowds of horsemen and chariots
were dashing up and down the street.

"Suddenly I saw a youngster start over to my side of the street without
looking either way. There was a chariot almost upon him when I held up
my hand, as I did to you now, and yelled, 'Look sharp!' He stopped
short--and those thundering wheels missed him by about an inch.

"He picked his way across the street, then, and held out his hand. 'That
was a close shave,' he said. 'You've saved my life, Mr.--Mr.--' For of
course he didn't know _my_ name