for such a ream of wisdom as
we're going to get for our money?"

Melville vaulted into his bicycle saddle.

"Well, I'm off, Kipper," he called over his shoulder. "Got to do some
errands for the Mater. So long!"

"I can depend on you, Cart?"

"Sure you can. I'll shout for your _March Hare_ with all my lungs. I'm
quite keen about it already."

Paul watched him speed through the gathering shadows and disappear round
the turn in the road. Then, straightening his shoulders with resolution,
he went into the house to seek his pillow and dream dreams of the _March
Hare_.

CHAPTER II

THE CLASS MEETING AND WHAT FOLLOWED IT

The following day at recess, after a noisy clamor of conversation and
laughter, the class meeting came to order.

"I have called you together to-day," began Paul Cameron from the
platform, "to lay before 1920 a new undertaking. I am sure there is not
one of you who does not want to make our class a unique and illustrious
one. The Burmingham High School has never had a paper. 1920 has the
great opportunity to give it one and to go down to history as its
founder."

He paused.

"The big dailies do not appreciate us. They never write us up. Why
should we not write ourselves up--chronicle our doings, that such
noteworthy deeds may never be forgotten?"

A ripple of laughter greeted the interrogation.

Paul saw his advantage and went on. He painted in glowing terms his
dream of the _March Hare_. Every instant the interest and enthusiasm of
his audience increased. Once a storm of clapping broke in upon his
words but he raised his hand and the noise ceased. Quietly he closed his
modest speech with the suggestion that a managing board be appointed to
put the project into operation, if such were the pleasure of the
meeting. Before he could seat himself a dozen boys were on their feet.

"Mr. President!" shouted Melville Carter.

"Mr. President!" came at the same moment from Donald Hall.

"Mr. President! Mr. President!" The cry rang from every corner of the
room.

Paul listened to each speaker in turn.

1920 was not only unanimous but insistent upon the new venture.

In less time than it takes to tell it Paul himself was elected
editor-in-chief, an editorial staff had been appointed, Melville Carter
was voted in as business manager, and Billie Ransome as publicity agent.
Nor did 1920's fervor end there. Before the meeting adjourned every
person in the class had not only pledged himself to