AS Hen Dutcher came up to a group of boys on the ice, and slowed down his speed, he stuck the point of his right skate in the ice to bring himself to a full stop. "Huh You fellows think you're some smart on fancy skating, don't you?" he demanded rather scornfully. "No," replied Dave Darrin shortly. "You been showing off a lot, then." "Hen," grimaced Dave, "I'm afraid you're going to miss your calling in life." "Didn't know I had any," grunted Hen. "Yes, you have; one of your own choosing, too." "What is it?" asked Hen curiously. "You're a walking anvil chorus."