John Fitzgerald GB 05 Great Bra

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picnic tables were covered with tablecloths to protect the food from flies, and we all crowded around the bandstand. The band played a fanfare. Then Mayor Whitlock held up his hands for silence.
    “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “the moment you have all been anxiously waiting tor has arrived. But first, the judges wish to compliment the persons responsible for so many fine floats this year. They made the decision
    of the judges very difficult. After due deliberation, how-ever, the judges have awarded first prize to Mrs. Smith for her float showing Washington crossing the Delaware.”
    The crowd applauded as Mrs. Smith went up to the bandstand to get her blue ribbon. Again Mayor Whitlock held up his hands for silence.
    “The judges have awarded Mrs. Fitzgerald second prize for her float depicting the ringing of the liberty bell,” he announced.
    I could see Mamma was happy as she went to get her red ribbon. Not as happy as she would have been to win first prize, but happy. But it just goes to prove that the more a kid tries to figure out how the minds of grownups work, the more confused he becomes. Mayor Whitlock must have known that the bell on Mamma’s float was the schoolhouse bell. And as chairman of the school board he certainly knew the bell had been taken without his permission. But instead of having Mamma arrested for stealing the bell, there was Mayor Whitlock awarding her second prize. Boy, oh, boy, you can bet if some kids had stolen the bell the Mayor would have had them arrested.
    Mrs. Carter was awarded third prize for her float depicting the signing of the Declaration of Independence. It was then time for the contests for kids to begin, with Reverend Holcomb and Bishop Aden acting as judges and Uncle Mark as starter. Grownups who didn’t want to watch the contests could listen to the band concert.
    First came the spoon-and-egg races for kids five to six years old. Each kid was given a spoon with a raw egg in it. He or she had to hold the spoon by the handle. The first one to reach the finish line without dropping the egg won. “Don’t run,” I whispered to Frankie. “The kids who
     
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    try to run wilt drop their eggs. You just walk.”
    It was good advice but a couple of other kids had the same idea and one of them won the race. The egg-and- spoon races then continued for different age groups. How-ard Kay won the race for my age group.
    Then came the potato-sack races. Each kid put his feet and legs in a potato sack and, holding the sack around his waist, jumped toward the finish line. Frankie lost because he fell down. I might as well have fallen down. I came in sixth for my age group-I began to wonder why Tom wasn’t there. He had won the potato-sack race for three straight years. And this year the prize was a harmonica. All prizes for the races were donated by the mer-chants in town, but they were usually only worth about a nickel or dime at the most. The harmonica was worth at least a quarter, I became so curious that 1 went looking for Tom. Maybe he didn’t know the prize^was a harmonica.
    I found him talking to some Mormon kids. He was making bets with them on the tug of war and writing down the amount and the names in a notebook. I told him about the harmonica prize.
    “I’m not entering any contests this year,” he said- “I’ve got a lot of kids to see before the tug of war.”
    I returned to the contests. I surprised myself by winning the foot race for kids my age. The prize was a box of Cracker Jacks which I gave to Frankie. When the contests were over, it was time to eat again. Everybody returned to their picnic tables. After eating Tom took me to one side.
    “Hold on to this,” he said, handing me the notebook. “It has all the bets I made in it. I don’t want to get it wet in case we lose.”
    “How can you lose with those stakes in the ground?” I asked.
    “I forgot something,” Tom said. “Mayor Whitlock always tosses a coin to see which team gets which side of

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