"That would be starting something!"
"I should say it would!" shouted Jack Travers, ablaze with enthusiasm.
"Then we might extend operations," continued the masterful, incisive Jerome, "and show up how all the drug stores are selling whiskey by the gallon, for 'medicinal' purposes, abusing the privilege of the law."
"But how is all this to be done?"
"Through the Laurelian?"
"No ... I have a better plan than that ... we might be able to persuade 'Senator' Blair and old Sickert, joint editors of the Laurel Globe, to let the Scoop Club run their paper for a day—just as a college stunt!"
"They'd never stand for it!" I averred, innocently.
"Of course they wouldn't—if we let them in on what we were up to!—for they are staunch supporters of the present administration—but they won't smell a rat till the edition is off the press ... and then it will be too late to stop it!"
"In other words," laughed Travers, blowing a cloud of cigarette smoke from his nose, "they'll think they're turning over their paper, The Globe, to a bunch of boys to have some harmless fun ... a few sophomoric jokes on the professors, and so forth....
"And they'll wake up, to find we've slipped a real man-size sheet over on them, for the first time in local history!"