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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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