|Once more, tomboy causes trouble in Smallville
SMALLVILLE To the surprise of no one in Smallville, little Sally Jameson has been stirring up trouble once again. Described as "a tomboy" and "that Sally" by residents, Sally Jameson has been the talk of this little town for months.
Sally, 11, has been terrorizing local boys in their tree forts and on their back porches for at least a year, said sources close to the Jameson family. Redheaded Cal Mason, 12, had more specific complaints about Sallys behavior.
"Why, just yesterday Sally beat us all at marbles," said Cal. "She shot her big ol cats eye right at my shooter and knocked it all to pieces. And last week she beat up Big Jack Callahan stole his best pair of sneakers and threw em in the swimming hole."
Described as "lanky and ruddy-cheeked" by her neighbors, Sally "should learn some refinement and ladylike manners," according to her music teacher, Miss Plumm. "She could be such a pretty little girl if she just wore the dresses that her mother makes for her. But shes always running around in a pair of dungarees and her older brothers baseball cap. Shes a regular spitfire."
Sally has regularly proved her ability to out-run, out-jump, out-throw and out-fox the boys of Smallville. She catches frogs and puts them in her sisters bed, enjoys tree-climbing, and nearly always has a slingshot stuck in her back pocket, according to local boys.
Sallys father, Banker Jameson, agreed. "Sal lacks deportment and civility," Jameson said from behind his enormous oak desk in his office at the bank on Main Street. "But Ive no doubt that shell soon learn her manners. Shes just a little headstrong," he chuckled. "No, sir, Sallys just fine," he said, shaking his head.
Sallys mother, Mrs. Jameson, is not so sure. "She simply musnt keep this up much longer!" she declared. "Sallys quite handsome, but I have a devil of a time getting a brush through that unruly hair. With her sharp tongue and skinned knees, I fear shell scare the young men off for good." Mrs. Jameson speculated that someone would have to take pity on the poor thing or shed surely never marry.
Meanwhile, Sally has her own ideas. "I can spit farther n any boy," she claimed. "And I won the big scooter race just last week."
Matters came to a head last week at the traditional late-summer piano recital that Smallville residents, young and old, attend, all wearing their finest.
"She just didnt want to go," said Sallys mother. "Oh, what a struggle it was to get her to sit still while I hemmed her new tulle dress! And she absolutely refused to wear a hat."
"Sally was to play Für Elise well, just the first few bars," said Miss Plumm. "She looked uncomfortable and stiff in her new white dress. I think she was a little nervous. She missed a few notes here and there. But everyone was relieved that she had stopped being such a terror for just a few minutes."
Nobody was prepared for what happened next. "As little Joe Clemm was playing Pomp and Circumstance," said Miss Plumm, "suddenly there was a yowling and clanking like you never heard! And then everyone started shrieking and getting up on their chairs land, Ive never heard such a racket! Sally Jameson had loosed a sack full of cats in the recital hall with tin cans tied to their tails."
"That Sally!" said her father.
"That Sally!" said the neighbors.
Nobody in Smallville would ever forget that day in the recital hall.