Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
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<strong>Billy</strong> Bunter’s <strong>Benefit</strong><br />
<strong>By</strong> <strong>Frank</strong> <strong>Richards</strong><br />
“Oh, my hat!”<br />
There were a dozen Removites in the Rag. They all had their script in<br />
hand. The rehearsal had started, under William Wibley’s able direction.<br />
Wibley often got a little excited at rehearsal. Like a true artist, he was<br />
never quite satisfied with the efforts of others to reach his own high<br />
level of perfection! But so far, all was calm and bright. Harry Wharton<br />
was delivering Horatio’s lines in a manner that almost satisfied even<br />
Wibley. Other fellows were ready to take their cues. The Remove<br />
Dramatic Society were intent on the work in progress. And then—.<br />
Then Coker charged in.<br />
The R.D.S. were taken quite by surprise. Coker, big and brawny and beefy,<br />
went through the Remove Dramatic Society like a scythe through grass.<br />
Hamlet and Horatio, Laertes and Polonius and Ohpelia, King and Queen and<br />
Ghost, were scattered right and left.<br />
It was almost as if the general destruction in the last act of “Hamlet”<br />
had been transferred to the first act.<br />
Five or six fellows were on the floor, yelling. William Wibley almost<br />
danced with rage. Coker’s charge caused general havoc.<br />
But that was only for the moment.<br />
“Collar him!” shrieked Wibley.<br />
“Grab him!” yelled Vernon-Smith.<br />
“Boot him!” roared Bob Cherry.<br />
“Squash him!”<br />
“Bag him!”<br />
The scattered Removites rallied. They forgot all about “Hamlet.” Even<br />
Wibley, for the moment, forgot that rehearsal was on, in his eagerness to<br />
get at Coker for interrupting it. The juniors fairly hurled themselves at<br />
Coker.<br />
“Back up, you men!” roared Coker, as he was attacked on all sides.<br />
“Potter—Greene—come on—back up!”<br />
But answer there was none. Potter and Greene were not “on” in that<br />
scene! They were off! Coker was left to deal with the wasp’s nest he had<br />
stirred up.<br />
Collared on all sides, resisting heroically, Coker went down on the floor of<br />
the Rag, almost disappearing from sight under the Remove Dramatic<br />
Society.<br />
He struggled and roared.<br />
“Potter! Greene! Back up! Do you hear?”<br />
“Shut that door!” shouted Wibley.<br />
The door banged and the key was turned. If Coker had reinforcements at<br />
hand, it was too late for them to come to Coker’s aid. In point of fact, his<br />
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