ked. "If all the boys' mothers help them as yours has, your
_March Hare_ will be a certainty by to-morrow."

"You were a brick, Mater."

"I just happened to recall hearing the man speak of it," returned Mrs.
Cameron.

Nevertheless it was quite evident that she was pleased to aid her boy.

"You don't remember happening to hear any one else mention advertising,
do you, my dear?" asked her husband.

"I'm afraid not," was his wife's laughing reply.

"Don't tease Mater, Dad," said Paul. "She's done her bit. May the others
do as well."

Rising from breakfast, he bent and kissed his mother affectionately.

"I'm off to school!" he called. "I shall put this advertising stunt up
to the business manager. He's got to expect to have something to do."

"That's right, Paul," returned Mr. Cameron approvingly. "The clever
business man is the one who organizes his affairs and then throws at
least a part of the responsibility of carrying them out on the men in
his employ. Nobody is ever interested in an undertaking in which he has
no part. Share your work with the other fellow if you want to get the
best out of him. Put it on his shoulders and make him feel that you
expect him to do it--that you trust him to do it. He'll do ten times as
much for you and he will pull with you--not against you. We're all human
and like to be important. Remember that in handling men. It is one of
the great secrets of success. Now off with you! You'll be late if you
stand here philosophizing."

Away scampered Paul. A moment later his wheel was crunching over the
blue gravel of the driveway and speeding down the macadam road. Soon he
was in the classroom.

Excitement ran high that morning. What Caesar did in Gaul, what Cyrus and
the Silician Queen had to say to one another was of far less import to
the agitated students than what the Class of 1920 did that day in
Burmingham. Nevertheless the recitations dragged on somehow and by and
by the geometries, Roman histories, and the peregrinations of Cyrus were
tucked into the desks, and the staff of the _March Hare_ got together
for a hurried business meeting in the corridor.

The boys were enthusiastic that Paul had found a printer.

"Hurrah for you, Kipper!" they shouted.

"Good work, old man!"

"Leave it to Kip!" they cried in chorus.

"You'll have to get the ads.," announced Paul. "I've secured one. I
leave the rest of them to you."

"Right-o! We'll 'tend to them," piped Donald Hall with ass