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The Economy
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Preface
A note to instructors
List of resources
4 Social interactions
Introduction
4.1 Social interactions: Game theory
4.2 Equilibrium in the invisible hand game
4.3 The prisoners’ dilemma 20
4.4 Social preferences: Altruism 19
4.5 Altruistic preferences in the prisoners’ dilemma 19
4.6 Public goods, free riding, and repeated interaction 19
4.7 Public good contributions and peer punishment
4.8 Behavioural experiments in the lab and in the field 22
4.9 Cooperation, negotiation, conflicts of interest, and social norms 19 20
4.10 Dividing a pie (or leaving it on the table) 19
4.11 Fair farmers, self-interested students? 18
4.12 Competition in the ultimatum game
4.13 Social interactions: Conflicts in the choice among Nash equilibria 18 19 20 21
4.14 Conclusion
4.15 References
17 Capstone: The Great Depression, golden age, and global financial crisis
Introduction
17.1 Three economic epochs
17.2 The Great Depression, positive feedbacks, and aggregate demand
17.3 Policymakers in the Great Depression
17.4 The golden age of high growth and low unemployment
17.5 Workers and employers in the golden age
17.6 The end of the golden age
17.7 After stagflation: The fruits of a new policy regime
17.8 Before the financial crisis: Households, banks, and the credit boom
17.9 Modelling housing bubbles
17.10 The financial crisis and the great recession
17.11 The role of banks in the crisis
17.12 The economy as teacher
17.13 Conclusion
17.14 References
Glossary
Bibliography
Copyright acknowledgements
Leibnizes
2.2.1 Introducing the Leibnizes
2.7.1 The production function
3.1.1 Average and marginal productivity
3.1.2 Diminishing marginal productivity
3.1.3 Concave and convex functions
3.2.1 Indifference curves and the marginal rate of substitution
3.4.1 Marginal rate of transformation
3.5.1 Optimal allocation of free time: MRT meets MRS
3.6.1 Modelling technological change
3.7.1 Mathematics of income and substitution effects
4.4.1 Altruistic preferences: Finding the optimal distribution
5.4.1 Quasi-linear preferences
5.4.2 Angela’s choice of working hours
5.7.1 Angela’s choice of working hours when she pays rent
5.8.1 The Pareto efficiency curve
6.6.1 The worker’s best response function
6.7.1 Profit, wages, and effort
7.3.1 Average and marginal cost functions
7.4.1 Isoprofit curves and their slopes
7.5.1 The profit-maximizing price
7.6.1 Marginal revenue and marginal cost
7.8.1 The elasticity of demand
8.4.1 The firm and market supply curves
8.4.2 Market equilibrium
8.5.1 Gains from trade
8.6.1 Shifts in demand and supply
11.8.1 Price bubbles
12.1.1 External effects of pollution
12.3.1 Pigouvian taxes
22.2.1 Expected duration of the dictator or governing elite
22.2.2 How the monopolist sets the rent-maximizing level of taxes
22.3.1 The income and substitution effect of an increase in political competition
Preface
In 2014, when we published the first beta of The Economy online, Camila Cea provided a preface. At the
time, she was a recent economics graduate, but already a veteran of a successful protest movement in
Chile that was advocating policies to advance economic justice. She and her fellow students at the
University of Chile had been shocked to discover their economics courses addressed none of their
concerns about the problems of Chile’s economy. They demanded changes in the curriculum. The director
of the School of Economics and Business at the time, Oscar Landerretche, responded to their demands.
Camila and Oscar are both now Trustees of CORE Economics Education.
Camila Cea
Since then, courses based on CORE’s text have been taught as the standard introduction to economics at
University College London, Sciences Po (Paris), the Toulouse School of Economics, Azim Premji
University (Bangalore), Humboldt University (Berlin), the Lahore University of Management Sciences
and many other universities throughout the world. In July 2017, as we write this, 3,000 economics
teachers from 89 countries have registered for access to our supplementary teaching materials.
Camila’s perspective on The CORE Project at the beginning of our journey captures the motivation that
continues to inspire us. She wrote:
We want to change the way economics is taught. Students and teachers tell us this is long overdue.
When the Financial Times in the UK wrote about CORE in November 2013, it sparked an online
debate about teaching and learning economics that attracted 1,214 posts in 48 hours. Students in
economics all over the world were asking, just as I had asked a few years previously: ‘Why has
the subject of economics become detached from our experience of real life?’
Nataly Grisales, like me an economics student from Latin America, recently wrote about learning
economics on her blog: ‘Before I chose economics a professor mentioned that economics would
give me a way to describe and predict human behaviour through mathematical tools. That
possibility still seems fantastic to me. However, after semesters of study I had many mathematical
tools, but all the people whose behaviour I wanted to study had disappeared from the scene.’
Like Nataly, I remember asking myself if my economics classes would ever get around to
addressing the questions that motivated me to take up economics in the first place.
And that’s why my colleagues in the CORE team have created this material. It has made me
believe again that studying economics can help you to understand the economic challenges of the
real world, and prepare you to confront them.
Camila and Nataly did not get the best that economics has to offer. CORE’s mission is to introduce
students to what economists do now, and what we know. Today, economics is an empirical subject that
uses models to make sense of data. These models guide government, business, and many other
organizations on the trade-offs they face in designing policies.
Economics can provide tools, concepts and ways to understand the world that address the challenges that
drive students like Nataly and Camila to the subject. Sadly, they are often not a big part of the courses that
thousands of students take.
In the four years that The CORE Project has been running we have tried an experiment in classrooms
around the world. We ask students: ‘What is the most pressing problem that economists should address?’
The word cloud below shows the response that students at Humboldt University gave to us on the first day
of their first class in economics. The size of the word is proportional to the frequency with which they
mentioned the word or phrase.
The most pressing problems that economists should address, according to students at Humboldt University.
Word clouds from students in Sydney and Bogota are barely distinguishable from this one (you can see
them on our website at www.core-econ.org). Even more remarkable, when in 2016 we asked new
recruits—mostly but not entirely recent economics graduates—at the Bank of England, and then
professional economists and other staff at the New Zealand Treasury and Reserve Bank, both responded
the same way: inequality was the most common word in their minds.
Local and global social problems are always on the minds of new students. In France, when we tried the
same experiment, unemployment showed up more often. Climate change and environmental problems,
automation, and financial instability were frequently mentioned around the world.
Our focus on these real-world problems explains why we called this book The Economy rather than
Economics, which is the standard title for introductory texts. The economy is something in the real world.
It governs how we interact with each other and with our natural environments in producing the goods and
services on which we live. In contrast, economics is a way of understanding that economy, based on facts,
concepts and models.
The Economy is a course in economics. Throughout, we start with a question or a problem about the
economy—why the advent of capitalism is associated with a sharp increase in average living standards,
for example—and then teach the tools of economics that contribute to an answer.
For each question, the material is in the same sequence. We begin with a historical or current problem,
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It was Marjorie’s turn, and as the question fell on her ears, an
answer popped into her mind.
But she hesitated about saying it. She didn’t think it was the right
answer, and yet she couldn’t think of any other.
But if she said she didn’t know, she would get her third score,
and have to admit herself vanquished.
Miss Merington smiled at her pleasantly, Mr. Abercrombie waited
patiently, King and Kitty were looking at her anxiously. Why did she
hesitate? they thought.
For Marjorie didn’t look as if she didn’t know the answer, she only
seemed unwilling to tell it.
“Come, come, little orange girl,” said Mr. Abercrombie, most
kindly; “that’s not a hard one. You can guess it, can’t you?”
Still Marjorie said nothing.
“I’m sure that’s the answer,” she said to herself; “and yet
suppose it shouldn’t be!”
Then she thought she’d say she didn’t know, and let Miss
Merington get the prize. Then her conscience told her it would be
wrong to say she didn’t know, when she did know.
“Now, then, orange maiden,” went on the kind voice, “here’s your
last chance. What’s the most kissable tree?”
Finding that she must speak it, Marjorie blushed a little, but said
in a clear voice, “Yew!”
Such a shout of laughter as went up from everybody! Mr.
Abercrombie laughed until he was red in the face, and his huge form
shook from side to side.
Of course, Midget was terribly embarrassed, and wished she
could sink through the door, but Miss Merington took her hand and
smiled at her sweetly, as she whispered, “Be plucky! Smile, yourself,
you haven’t said anything wrong!”
So Marjorie stopped trembling, and smiled a little; then she saw
King and Flip fairly choking with glee, and she realized that her
answer was wrong after all.
“I’m more than sorry,” said Mr. Abercrombie, after the fun had
subsided a little, “that I can’t accept that answer! But I have to go
by the card, and another answer is given here. So I shall have to
pass the question, but I assure you, little orange girl, that I greatly
prefer your answer to the one here given. Miss Merington, can you
guess it?”
“Tulip tree,” said Miss Merington, and Marjorie opened her eyes
wide.
“I never heard of that tree,” she said.
“Then you were very clever to guess as you did,” declared Mr.
Abercrombie. “Technically, you score your third error, and Miss
Merington wins the prize; but in my unofficial capacity, I hold that
you guessed correctly, and I shall beg the honor of bestowing upon
you a prize also.”
The old-time courtliness of Mr. Abercrombie’s manner was quite a
balm to Marjorie’s disturbed spirit, and she turned to congratulate
her captain on winning the beautiful prize.
It was a fine edition of Browning’s Poems, and it pleased Miss
Merington very much.
“It’s just right for the lady who won it,” commented Mr.
Abercrombie, “but not at all appropriate for an orange girl of twelve.
Now, you come with me, and we’ll find the second prize right here
and now.”
He offered his arm as formally as if to a duchess, and in
obedience to Miss Merington’s smile and nod, Marjorie walked away
with him.
He paused at the book stall, which was a somewhat ungainly old
tree trunk, bearing the legend, “The Tree of Knowledge.”
Beneath it on a table lay the books, under a sign, “Nothing but
Leaves.”
Mr. Abercrombie selected a fine edition of Longfellow’s Poems,
and inscribed Marjorie’s name and the date on the flyleaf.
Beneath it he wrote:
“From one who appreciates Yew,” and presented it in a
flourishing fashion.
Midget had now entirely regained her composure, and she
thanked him politely and prettily, and then ran away to join Miss
Merington and Delight.
CHAPTER XX
A SPRING RAMBLE
“Only think!” cried Marjorie, as she sprang out of bed, “Father
and Mother are coming home to-day!”
“Hooray!” cried Kitty, tumbling out of her bed at the joyful
reminder. “Won’t I be glad to see them, though! Aren’t we going to
celebrate?”
“Not any regular celebration. It’ll be fun enough just to see them,
and hear them tell about their trip.”
“Yes, indeed; so it will. And, of course, we’ll have ice cream.”
“Oh, of course; I told Ellen that, yesterday.”
A little later, two trim and tidy little Maynard girls went
downstairs to the cheerful dining-room.
“Hello-morning!” cried King, meeting them on the landing. “Going
to school to-day, Mops?”
“Yes, of course; why not?”
“Oh, I thought as Mother’s coming home, we might take a
holiday.”
“No, I don’t want to. They don’t come till afternoon, you know,
and if I hung round here all day, I’d just die waiting for ’em. Going to
school will fill up the morning, anyway.”
“That’s so; say we go, then. Hello, Rosy Posy; did I ’most upset
you?”
The four danced into the dining-room, where Miss Larkin and
breakfast awaited them.
“I do think,” said Midget, as she ate her cereal, “that, considering
we’re Maynards, we have behaved pretty well since Mother’s been
away.”
“Sure we have!” agreed King; “if I get much better, I’ll spoil.”
“I’m spoiling for some mischief, as it is,” said Marjorie, with
dancing eyes.
“Oh, Mops,” begged Kitty, “don’t cut up any jinks before Mother
gets home.”
“Well, I won’t,” said Mops, who didn’t mean her speech as
seriously as Kitty took it; “but after she gets home, I’m going to cut
up the biggest jink I can think of.”
“Are you, really?” said Miss Larkin, with such a horrified
expression that the three children could not help giggling.
“I dunno, Larky,” said Midge, teasingly. “P’raps I will, and p’raps I
won’t. But I’ll promise to be good as pie till Mother does come; only
it seems as if to-day will be a hundred years long.”
However, the morning passed rapidly enough to three Maynards,
and it was not until after luncheon that they grew restless again.
“Oh, deary, deary me!” sighed Marjorie. “They can’t come until
five o’clock, and now it’s only two. We can’t dress up for them until
about four—’cause there’s no use dressing sooner, and getting all
messy. Let’s do something or go somewhere.”
Miss Larkin hastily offered a suggestion. She well knew that when
Midget grew restless and impatient, mischief was pretty likely to
ensue.
“Let’s go and weed the flower boxes,” she said.
“They’re spick and span now,” said Marjorie. “We’ve weeded
them every day this week, and if we pull up anything more it’ll have
to be the flowers themselves. And we’ve watered them till they’re
most drownded.”
“Drowned, my child,” corrected King, with a schoolmaster air.
“I don’t mean drowned—I mean drowned dead,” declared
Marjorie, triumphantly.
“Pooh, if you’re drowned, you’re sure to be dead,” returned her
brother.
“You’ve never been drowned, so how do you know?”
“Neither have you, so how do you know?”
“There, there, children, don’t quarrel,” said Miss Larkin,
pleadingly.
“Oh, pshaw, that isn’t quarreling,” said Marjorie; “that’s only
cheerful conversation; isn’t it, King?”
“Yep,” he returned, smiling good-naturedly. “We Maynards never
really quarrel, we just sort of squarrel, you know.”
“That’s sort of between quarreling and squabbling,” observed
Kitty.
“Right you are, Kit! You grow brighter every day, don’t you?”
Kitty beamed at her brother’s compliment, for she well knew King
meant it as such.
“Let’s play games,” suggested Miss Larkin next. “Shall we play
Parcheesi?”
“Too poky,” said Midget. “I want to run and jump round. Let’s go
outdoors. Come with us, Miss Larkin, and take a walk?”
“Larky, Larky,” chanted King, “let’s go to the park-y, and walk till
after dark-y.”
“Walk till nearly dark-y,” corrected Marjorie. “Oh, I’ll tell you what
we’ll do; we’ll take a spring ramble.”
“What’s that? Something like this?” and King jumped up, and
tripped across the room with affected mincing gait.
“No; it’s just a walk in the spring. But you call it a spring ramble,
if you go off on the country paths, and pick some wild flowers, and
wonder what the birds are.”
“Sounds good to me,” agreed King. “Come on, ladies. Only we
mustn’t stay too long.”
So they set off, Miss Larkin, Rosy Posy, and all, for a spring
ramble.
It proved to be just the thing to divert their attention, and
though they didn’t forget the expected arrival, they became greatly
engrossed in the wonders they found.
Marjorie was leader, because Miss Hart had taken her and Delight
on two spring rambles already, and she knew how to look for the
tiny wild flowers, that scarce showed their blossoms as yet.
“Those are marshmallows,” announced Marjorie, proud of her
knowledge, as she pointed to some rather tall green stems, growing
near the brook.
“Marshmallows! Huh!” cried King in disdain. “Marshmallows don’t
grow on reeds!”
“I don’t mean the candy kind,” protested Marjorie. “These are a
pink flower—when the flowers come—and I know they’re it, for Miss
Hart told me so. I think they’re in bud.”
“Those aren’t buds, they’re last year’s seedpods,” said King.
“I don’t think so, but let’s go down and see. The principal thing
you do on a spring ramble is learn things.”
They were on a high bank, and the descent to the growing things
down by the brook was rather steep, and very stony.
“I can’t go down there,” declared Miss Larkin. “You children go, if
you like, and Baby and I will wait up here for you.”
“No, we must all go,” said Marjorie, who was in wilful mood to-
day.
“Oh, come on, Larky, dear,” wheedled King; “we’ll all take hold of
hands and scamper down, just as easy as ease!”
So the five joined hands, and when King had counted, “One, two,
three! Go!” they ran down the slope.
But though the stony bank was treacherous, it was nothing
compared to the trouble they found on the lower level.
The impetus gained on the steep slope sent them running rapidly
forward, and they found themselves stumbling in mud and mire.
“Whew!” exclaimed King, as they were stopped at last by their
own clogging footsteps; “who’d have thought this was soft mud? It
looked hard enough!”
Miss Larkin looked utterly disgusted. She tried to take a step
forward, failed, lost her balance, and fell over against Rosy Posy,
upsetting the poor child entirely. But the youngest Maynard was not
one of the crying sort, and she floundered about in the mud, smiling
hopefully, as she said:
“Middy; King; pick up poor Wosy Posy!”
But Midget and King were so convulsed with laughter at the
comical appearance of Miss Larkin, that Rosy Posy was unheeded for
the moment, and the baby good-naturedly floundered on, getting
muddier at every step.
“I can’t get my feet out of this mire,” said poor Miss Larkin; “it’s
like a quicksand.”
“Is it?” inquired King, with great interest; “I always wondered
what a quicksand was like. But I don’t care for it much, myself,” he
added, looking ruefully at his own shoes, muddied all over, and,
indeed, half sunk in the ground.
“How shall we get out, King?” asked Kitty. “I think this is a horrid
place.”
“Oh, we’ll get out all right,” answered King, cheerfully. “Here, this
is the way to do it. Turn down these bushes, and walk on ’em, see?”
It was a good plan, only the bushes chanced to be brambly ones,
and their hands were scratched and their clothes were torn in their
struggle to get out of the mud.
King lifted Rosy Posy high, in an endeavor to get her over
unharmed; but thinking it was all a fine game, the little one gave a
wriggle of delight, and fell plump into the soft mud.
“Oh, you mud-turtle!” cried King. “Well, Rosy Posy, you’re a sight
now! But it’s lucky you didn’t fall into the bramble bush.”
“And scratch out both your eyes,” added Marjorie.
“Mine are about scratched out,” said Kitty, plaintively.
“Try the other bush, Kit, and scratch ’em in again,” proposed
King, who was struggling manfully to carry his littlest sister and help
Miss Larkin at the same time.
Well, after a time, they did get out, and were such a looking
crowd as can scarcely be imagined!
But they were once more on firm pavement, and though terribly
scratched up, were not seriously injured. It was a narrow escape,
though, for the mire was deep, and the thorns were sharp, and a
bad accident might have happened.
“You said you wanted to cut up jinks, Midget, and now you’ve
done it!” said her brother.
“No more than the rest of you,” returned Midget. “Larky looks
just as Jinky as any of us.”
They all turned to Miss Larkin, and then burst into laughter. She
did look funny, with her hat awry, her hair out of place, a daub of
mud on her cheek, and her skirts beplastered with sticky mire, and
caught here and there with brambles. Somewhat to the children’s
surprise, she took the disaster humorously, too.
“I don’t look a scrap worse than you four do,” she said. “But I’m
thankful there are no eyes really scratched out, and no arms or legs
broken; nothing but torn clothes, and dirty hands and faces, all of
which can be set right in an hour or so. Now let’s scramble for
home, and we’re plenty of time to get in spick and span order before
your father and mother come home.”
“I’m glad it isn’t later,” said Marjorie. “Just think of their catching
us looking like this!”
They went home by a back street, and fortunately met no one on
the way.
As they entered their own gate, and walked up the driveway,
Marjorie said:
“It reminds me of the night we walked up here with the
Simpsons. Only, we’re a worse-looking crowd than they were.”
“We’re a worse-looking crowd than anybody ever was anywhere,”
said King, with conviction. “Here, Rosy Posy, you walking mud-
puddle, brother’ll carry you up the steps.”
Rosy Posy nestled her soft, muddy cheek against King’s equally
muddy one, for she dearly loved her big brother, and liked to have
him carry her now and then.
Up the steps they went, and in at the front door, and there, in
the hall, stood—Mr. and Mrs. Maynard!
“Oh, Mother!” cried Marjorie; “oh, Mother!”
“Oh, Midget!” was the response, and then, regardless of the
muddiness of Midget, and the tidiness of Mrs. Maynard, the two little
arms flew round the mother’s neck, and Marjorie’s kisses left visible
evidence on her mother’s pretty pink cheeks.
“It was nice of you to fix up like this to welcome us,” said Mr.
Maynard, who had Rosy Posy in his arm now, and Kitty clinging to
his other side.
Then muddy Kingdon was folded in his mother’s embrace, and
then, somehow, everybody embraced everybody else, quite
thoughtless of mud or scratches.
“But what’s it all about?” went on Mr. Maynard. “I like it—oh,
don’t think I don’t like it! but—it’s a new style to me.”
“I feel that I am responsible for the children,” began Miss Larkin,
and all at once Marjorie saw that Miss Larkin was painfully
embarrassed at having seemingly neglected her charge.
“Not a bit of it!” declared Midget, flying to Miss Larkin’s side, and
embracing the muddy lady; “it isn’t the least bit Larky’s fault! Is it,
King? We went for a spring ramble——”
“And you sprang in,” interrupted her father.
“Yes, we did. And we didn’t expect you so soon, and we thought
we’d get cleaned up ’fore you came. But you came sooner than we
’spected, didn’t you?”
“Yes; we caught an earlier train than I thought we could.”
“Well,” Marjorie went on, “I’m glad you did—awful glad—’cause it
didn’t seem’s if I could wait for you another minute! But I’m sorry
we look so ’sreputable—but we can soon get washed, you know—
only, I just want to say it wasn’t Larky’s fault—not the leastest mite!
She’s done the best she could to take care of us Maynards, and
make us behave. But nobody can make Maynards behave. Can they,
Father?”
“No,” said Mr. Maynard, with twinkling eyes, and a glance at his
wife; “no, nobody can make Maynards behave—but Maynards!”
Would you like to read other stories continuing their adventures and
experiences, or other books quite as entertaining by the same
author?
On the reverse side of the wrapper which comes with this book, you
will find a wonderful list of stories which you can buy at the same
store where you got this book.
Don’t throw away the Wrapper
Use it as a handy catalog of the books you want some day to have.
But in case you do mislay it, write to the Publishers for a complete
catalog.
PATTY FAIRFIELD
PATTY AT HOME
PATTY IN THE CITY
PATTY’S SUMMER DAYS
PATTY IN PARIS
PATTY’S FRIENDS
PATTY’S PLEASURE TRIP
PATTY’S SUCCESS
PATTY’S MOTOR CAR
PATTY’S BUTTERFLY DAYS
JUDY JORDAN
JUDY JORDAN’S DISCOVERY
SALLY FOR SHORT
SALLY FOUND OUT
A GIRL CALLED TED
TED AND TONY, TWO GIRLS OF TODAY
CLEO’S MISTY RAINBOW
CLEO’S CONQUEST
BARBARA HALE
BARBARA HALE’S MYSTERY FRIEND
NANCY BRANDON
NANCY BRANDON’S MYSTERY
CONNIE LORING
CONNIE LORING’S GYPSY FRIEND
JOAN: JUST GIRL
JOAN’S GARDEN OF ADVENTURE
GLORIA: A GIRL AND HER DAD
GLORIA AT BOARDING SCHOOL
“The trouble with Linda Lane,” said Mrs. Quincy, “is that she can’t
get along with folks.” Linda didn’t have any friends so it wasn’t
remarkable that she was unhappy. But when she goes home with
lovely Miss Gilly, a new life begins for her and she learns how to get
along with people and be happy.
Linda admires independence above all traits of character. In this
series about her you may follow her adventures and learn how she
faced her problems in her own way.
LINDA LANE
LINDA LANE HELPS OUT
LINDA LANE’S PLAN
LINDA LANE’S EXPERIMENTS
LINDA LANE’S PROBLEMS
LINDA LANE’S BIG SISTER
Pretty little Mary Jane is the heroine of this popular series for
young girls. Her charming good nature, her abounding interest in
her friends and surroundings, and her fascinating adventures have
endeared her to thousands all over the country.
JANET, A TWIN
PHYLLIS, A TWIN
THE TWINS IN THE WEST
THE TWINS IN THE SOUTH
THE TWINS’ SUMMER VACATION
THE TWINS AND TOMMY, JR.
THE TWINS AT HOME
THE TWINS’ WEDDING
THE TWINS ADVENTURING
THE TWINS AT CAMP
THE TWINS ABROAD
THE TWINS A-VISITING
By HAROLD M. SHERMAN
Here’s an author who knows his sports from having played them.
Baseball, football, basketball, ice hockey, tennis, track—they’re all
the same to Harold M. Sherman. He puts the most thrilling moments
of these sports into his tales. Mr. Sherman is today’s most popular
writer of sport stories—all of which are crowded with action,
suspense and clean, vigorous fun.
The Home Run Series
Bases Full!
Hit by Pitcher
Safe!
Hit and Run
Double Play
Batter Up!
Thrilling tales of the great west, told primarily for boys but which
will be read by all who love mystery, rapid action, and adventures in
the great open spaces.
The Manly boys, Roy and Teddy, are the sons of an old
ranchman, the owner of many thousands of heads of cattle. The lads
know how to ride, how to shoot, and how to take care of themselves
under any and all circumstances.
The cowboys of the X Bar X Ranch are real cowboys, on the job
when required, but full of fun and daring—a bunch any reader will
be delighted to know.
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