A RASH OF freckles, a lopsided grin, a cowlick. What a boy! Lovable — but elusive. No Sunday school teacher could lure him to class. D.V.B.S. leaders tried in vain to corral him. Johnny was always off
was an outdoor boy. Perhaps a Christian camp. . . . “ Camp! Oh, boy!” At last church leaders had found the Imagic word! But magic only to
somewhere, fishing with his dad, hunting with his uncle, playing base ball with his pals. Contests with prizes, intriguing handwork, promises o f exciting sto ries failed to impress him; Johnny
THE KING'S BUSINESS
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