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[[ed?]] quickly to her and said angrily, "Look, woman, if you really want to keep out of trouble, big trouble, don't ever let me see you on or near this field again.  If I do, I'll personally take you to the aughorities and have them throw the book at you. I'll do this regardless of what Blanche says or whether she likes it or not."

She pulled herself up to her tollest and said emphatically, " "I wouldn't set foot on your dirty old field. I wouldn't be associated with people like you, Goddamit, I'll have you know I'm a lady."

George snarled at her, "If you're a lady I'd sure as hell hate to see a crazy tramp."

She turned and stalked off the field.

George and I just stood there shaking with hysterical laughter. For me there was more hysteria than humor and the laugh was only a release valve for wound tight emotions.  I just couldn't understand why she should single me out at the object of her anger and why she believed that killing me would be the answer to all her emotional problems.

This incident was a real rocker but I refused to let it stop me from sharing in the fun.  One day, one of the boys came into the clubhouse and excitedly called to the rest of us, "Hey, people, you should have been with me today."

"That would have made it dam crowded and what would we have done for thrills?  What happened to the great King of he Skies?  The FLIER DELUXE? That started the ball.  From then on, he was the prime target for every good natured verbal shot in the book.

"Maybe I ain't the greatest," he allowed, "But You'd not be so hot to tackle it."

"Tackle what? Kite flying in Central Park with a couple of drunken M thers=in-law as chaperones?   Come on, what what it?"

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