Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
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 />
Yes,” gasped Coker. “‘Tain’t my fault—I—I—I.”<br />
“Ha, ha, ha!”<br />
“Only Coker!”<br />
“That ass Coker!”<br />
“What a lark!”<br />
‘Do you mean that your name is Coker?’ asked Prout.<br />
“Ha, ha, ha!”<br />
“Silence!” boomed Prout. “This is not a laughing matter! Coker, if you are<br />
in your right senses, why have you done this? Why have you blackened<br />
your face in this absurd manner, to be taken for a negro?”<br />
“I—I didn’t—I—I——.”<br />
“In all my career as a school-master,” gasped Prout, “I have heard of no<br />
such thing! I am amazed—astounded! A boy of my form—a senior form—<br />
the Fifth Form— deliberately blackens his face, to play an utterly<br />
insensate trick! Coker, you will answer for this to your head-master.”<br />
“That will do!” bawled Prout. “Go into that bathroom! Clean yourself! When<br />
you are clean, come to my study. I shall take you to Dr. Locke.”<br />
“But I—I—I—,” gurgled Coker. Prout, with thunderous brow, stalked away.<br />
Quelch and Capper, exchanging expressive looks, followed. The crowd on<br />
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