"Yes; of course you've already discovered that there's no real tragedy up at the Board, unless they're actually planning some move against football."
The seven members of the School Board looked at one another blankly, wonderingly.
"Who sent you that message over the 'phone?" questioned the reporter.
The seven Board members pricked up their ears still more keenly.
"I don't know," came Editor Pollock's voice. "But I suspect it came from the Business Men's Club. That's a wide-awake and progressive crowd, you know, and full of local pride, even in our High School boys. But, Spencer, I'm in just a bit of a fix. I had already run out six lines on the bulletin board announcing that a sudden death had taken place in the School Board meeting. Now, I've got to run out another bulletin and explain. Spencer, you'd better come back here on the jump. Good-bye!"
As the bell rang off, and the reporter laid the instrument back on the table, he said:
"Gentlemen, I am ordered back to my office in haste. Yet, before I go, as a matter of news interest, I think I'd better ask you whether any action is going to be taken forbidding football in the High School?"
"N-n-not to the best of our knowledge," stammered Chairman Stone.
"We have—-taken no action along that line."
"Are you likely to take any such action tonight?"
"I—-I—-think not."