The Fastest Runner on Sixty-First Street
Morty Aiken liked to run and to skate. He liked running games and races. He liked running so much that sometimes he’d go over to Washington Park all by himself, and run just for the fun of it. He got a kick out of running, and he had raced every kid he could get to run against him. His love of racing and running had even become a joke among many of the boys he knew. But even when they gave him the horselaugh it was done in a good-natured way, because he was a very popular boy. Older fellows liked him, and when they would see him, they’d say there’s a damn good kid, and a damned fast runner.
When he’d passed his fourteenth birthday, Morty was a trifle smaller than most boys of his own age. But he was well known, and in a way, almost famous, in his own neighborhood. He lived at Sixty-first and Eberhardt, but kids in the whole area had heard of him, and many of them would speak of what a runner and what a skater Morty Aiken was.
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