VIEW-MASTER REEL TWO "RUFF STUFF"

PICTURE 1. "DENNIS!" Tommy called excitedly. "The dogcatcher is coming. Is Ruff's license on him?" ; They looked. "Say, he doesn't even have his collar  on," Dennis exclaimed. "This could mean trouble."

PICTURE 2. "HIS COLLAR isn't in my toy chest," Dennis was saying, when Tommy discovered something. "Look, Dennis!" he said. "Here's a collar. Of course i it isn't Ruff's, but —" "It's my Grandpa's!" Dennis declared. "Let's dress up Ruff like Grandpa and fool the dogcatcher."

PICTURE 3. WHILE DRESSING RUFF, Tommy questioned : "Do you really think we'll fool the dogcatcher?" "Sure," said Dennis confidently. "Didn't you ever notice what thick glasses he wears?" "Yeah. But will Ruff act like your Grandpa?" "Of course," Dennis told him. "Most of the time he thinks he's a people." He went on, "And don't forget— we'll be there to help him."

PICTURE 4. DRESSED UP, Ruff did look almost human. ^ Tommy and Dennis had just put him on the lawn chair when the dogcatcher came up carrying a long net. He asked, "Any dogs around here without licenses?" Dennis asked innocently, "Why do dogs need licenses? They can't drive a car." "You know what I mean!" the man said. "Dog licenses! Every dog must have one, or I'll have to take it away to the city pound." "Not so loud',' Dennis cautioned him. "You'll disturb my Grandpa, here." "Oh, I didn't see you, sir," the dogcatcher apologized to Ruff. "Have you seen any dogs around here with- out licenses?" "Er — my Grandpa doesn't talk much!" Dennis said quickly. "It doesn't matter," the man said. "I've got a sure fire way of finding out if there are any loose dogs." "You have?" Dennis asked, worried. "What is it?"

PICTURE 5. PULLING A BONE out of his pocket, the dogcatcher waved it, and boasted, "This will get them every time. It brings loose dogs running." Dennis and Tommy looked at Run, then at each other, afraid he would give himself away. Ruff drooled. He wanted that juicy bone badly.

PICTURE 6. LIKE A FLASH he snatched the big bone right out of the dogcatcher's hand. "Aha! You almost fooled me!" the dogcatcher said. "He's a dog!" <r "My Grandpa likes to chew bones!" Dennis said quickly. "It makes his teeth strong." And turning to Ruff, Dennis added, "Isn't that right,  Grandpa?" "Woof!" Ruff barked. "There! He barked!" the dogcatcher cried. "Now I know he's a dog." Quickly Dennis replied, "That was a hiccup! Grand- pa hiccups all the time!" "Well, he certainly looks like a dog, with all that hair on his face," the dogcatcher persisted. "Didn't ya ever hear of whiskers Dennis asked, "Grandpa doesn't like to shave." "And besides," Dennis went on, " did you ever see a dog wearin' a collar an' tie, an' jacket, an' cap, an' dark glasses?" "Er-r-r, no--I guess not," the man admitted.

 PICTURE 7. "THAT DOES it!" the dogcatcher muttered to himself as he turned to go to his truck. "When I start thinking people are dogs, I need a vacation." Ruff jumped off the chair, knocking his cap off, and lay on the grass, gnawing the bone. As soon as the dogcatcher was out of hearing, Dennis and Tommy burst out laughing. They laughed until they couldn't stand up and rolled over and over on the grass.

VIEW-MASTER REEL THREE

"THE CHAMP"

 PICTURE 1. BUMP! BUMP! "Dennis!" his mother said. "Please stop bouncing that ball in the house!" "Mom, I'm not bouncing," Dennis told her, and kept on—bumpity, bump, bump. "You are bouncing it!" she cried. "I hear you." "This is not bouncing," Dennis explained. "This is dribbling. I'm gonna be a champ." "All right, champ," his mother answered, "you can do all the dribbling you want—outside."

PICTURE 2. WHILE DENNIS DRIBBLED, his friend Tommy came along. "Say! You're pretty good at that," he said to Dennis. "I'm a champ!" Dennis boasted. "My mom just said so." Tommy scoffed, "Oh, sure! You can dribble, but I've never seen you shoot any baskets." "That's cause I don't have a basket," Dennis said. "You'll have to shoot baskets to be a champ." "How can I?" Dennis wondered. Then seeing Mar- garet coming, he said, "I think I have an idea!"

PICTURE 3. MARGARET ROLLED her hoop past where the boys were standing. To her surprise Dennis said, "Hi, Margaret! Can I play with your hoop?" "What!" she exclaimed. "You always said girls' games ! were too sissy for you." Margaret continued to roll her hoop. "Come on, Margaret," Dennis coaxed. "Let me play with it." Margaret was enjoying the situation too thoroughly to give in right away. She said, "I have never seen a boy rolling a hoop." "Who said I—" Dennis began, then pleaded, "Please, Margaret, just for a few minutes." "Oh, very well," she said. "Here you are."

PICTURE 4. WHEN MARGARET saw them nailing up the hoop, she protested, "What are you doing?" "You said I could play with it, didn't you?" "I don't call that playing," she said sharply. "You will, in a minute," Dennis assured her.

PICTURE 5. "OH I SEE what you are up to," Margaret said, gleefully jumping up and down. "Do you mind if I take first turn shooting baskets?" "You?" Dennis said in amazement. "What makes you think you can play basketball." "Because I take ballet lessons," Margaret said calmly. "Ballet lessons?" Dennis repeated scornfully. "What's that sissy stuff got to do with basketball?" "You'll see," Margaret smiled saucily. "Let me have the ball, please." "Go ahead, Dennis," Tommy said as Dennis hesitated. "After all, it is her hoop. Let her miss a few shots. Then you and I will really show her how to play basketball."

PICTURE 6. MARGARET SHOWED them instead. Leaping gracefully, she shot basket after basket—two- handed, back handed, one-handed—from under the basket, from the front, and from the side. She played like a champion. Dennis and Tommy watched in astonishment. They were wondering what to do when their turn came.

PICTURE 7. BOUNCING THE BALL to Tommy, Margaret said smugly, "All right, Tommy! let's see you do as well as that" "Er—you go first, Dennis," Tommy said, bouncing the ball to Dennis. "You're going to be the champ, and it is your ball." "I-I-I guess not," Dennis stammered. "I guess I'll just stick to being the champion dribbler. I'll let the other guys on the team shoot baskets." "I think you're scared," Margaret said, haughtily walking away. Turning to Tommy, Dennis said, "You know some- thing? Girls might not be sissies after all."