“Merely this,” said Jerry. “Let’s do something.”
“What?” asked Bob.
“You know the Boxwood picture that hangs in chapel; don’t you?”
“That big oil portrait of Ebenezer Boxwood, founder of the college?” Ned inquired.
“Yes,” nodded Jerry. “That’s the sacred cow I refer to. Now what is the reason we can’t take that picture and hang it where all who wish may admire it? Say hoist it up on the flagpole, where it can be seen. It hangs in such a dark corner in chapel that the full beauties of it are not brought out. On the flagpole they could be seen.”
“You mean to hang the sacred Boxwood Hall picture on the pole?” asked Ned.
“I do,” said Jerry.
“Who’ll do it?” asked Bob.
“We will,” said Jerry, calmly.