"That don't stop you from advocating it. This is politics, Big Boy."
"Well, what else is on the program?"
"Next: We start a campaign of denunciation against the Republicans in The Warning, connecting them with the Pope, Black-No-More and anything else we can think of."
"But they were practically anti-Catholic in 1928, weren't they?"
"Seven years ago, Bunny, seven years ago. How often must I tell you that the people never remember anything? Next we pull the old Write-to-your-Congressman-Write-to-your-Senator stuff. We carry the form letter in The Warning, the readers do the rest."
"You can't win a campaign on that stuff, alone," said Bunny disdainfully. "Bring me something better than that, Brother."
"Well, the other step is a surprise, old chap. I'm going to keep it under my hat until later on. But when I spring it, old timer, it'll knock everybody for a row of toadstools." Matthew smiled mysteriously and smoothed back his pale blond hair.
"When do we start this radio racket?" yawned Bunny.
"Wait'll I talk it over with the Chief," said Matthew, rising, "and see how he's dated up."