hild in the town. It was a
good number, exceptionally so, even as the product of an undergraduate
body of students who were most of them amateurs at the writing game.

A page of the magazine was given up to each of the classes and contained
items of interest to freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors
respectively; there was a page of alumnae notes; another page devoted to
general school news; a section on school sports; another section on
girls' clubs and handicraft. The drawing master contributed a page or
two on poster-making; and Mrs. Clement was prevailed upon to write a
bright and practical article on the making of an iceless refrigerator.

Even Mr. Carter, old newspaper warhorse that he was, was compelled to
admit that the _March Hare_ was not half so mad as it was painted. In
fact, he grudgingly owned to one of his employees that the new
publication was quite a masterpiece for the youngsters. He had not
dreamed they could do so well. It was a great surprise to him. Why, the
product was quite an eye opener! A paper for general home use might not
be such a bad thing in Burmingham. There was actually something in this
_March Hare_ worth while for grown-ups. If the following issues
continued to be of the present order of merit, the _Echo_ had nothing to
blush for in fostering the scheme. As for that Paul Cameron, he was a
boy worth watching. He would make his mark some day.

Coming from a man who habitually said so little, such praise was
phenomenal and it spurred Paul, to whom it was repeated, to increased
effort. He must keep his paper up to this standard, that was certain.

With such a varied group of opinions to harmonize as was represented by
his editorial staff, this was not altogether an easy task. Each boy
stressed the thing he was specially interested in and saw no reason for
publishing anything else in the paper. Some thought more room should be
given to athletics; some clamored that the "highbrow stuff" be cut out;
others were for choking off the girls' articles on canning and fancy
work. There were hectic meetings at which the youthful literary pioneers
squabbled, and debated, and almost came to blows.

But Paul Cameron was a boy of unusual tact. He heard each objector in
turn and patiently smoothed away his objections until, upon a
battlefield of argument from which scars of bitterness might have
survived, a harmonious body of workers finally stood shoulder to
shoulder, each with enthusiasm to mak