“Huh,” said Lank, “if it’s the only one, you deserve little credit for thinking of it.”
“Wait till you hear it,” said Floyd, undismayed. “If you don’t applaud, I’ll know you don’t appreciate true cleverness. I propose, ladies and gentlemen, that we call our weekly paper, the Roman Punch.”
He was indeed greeted with applause, and every one agreed that his suggestion was the very thing.
“Then you see,” he went on, “we can model it after the London Punch, only it will be funnier.”
Then they all set to work, and as no pretensions to real literary excellence were expected, they rapidly scribbled a lot of nonsense.
Floyd finished first, and began bothering the others.
“I’ll help you, Patty,” he said, sitting down beside her.
“No, don’t speak to me. The depth of my subject requires concentration of thought. You go away.”
So Floyd wandered over to Flo’s side, and criticised her drawing.