Presently he returned carrying under his coat an autograph album that was one of Cathead's most cherished possessions. He ran through the pages until he came to the signature of Professor Ingraham, the principal of the school. At the first glance the name startled them; it looked so much like its maker. But after a little it lost its terror and presented nothing but pleasant possibilities.
"I don't know jus' what you think you're goin' to do with that," Gizzard, remarked at length.
"You see, there's lots of room above it," Sube suggested tentatively.
"'Yes, but she'd know the writin' was diff'rent," Gizzard hastened to observe.
For a moment Sube was silent. Then he punched Gizzard jovially in the ribs. "Not if I wrote it on the typewriter!" he cried.
Then he stuck out his stomach in imitation of a bass drum and marched around saying:
"Boom!—Boom!—Boom! Boom! Boom!—Boom!—Boom!—Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"But who'll typewrite it?" asked Gizzard.
"I will—Boom!—Boom!—Boom! Boom! Boom!" and he brought up before Gizzard with a flourish of his imaginary drumstick. "You watch me!"
"How can I watch you when you jus' 'boom' all the time?" asked Gizzard peevishly.