[CHAPTER VI]
ALF BECOMES AN EDITOR
Tom stared.
“What the dickens are you babbling about?” he demanded, impatiently. “Out with it, or I’m going home. I’d hate to be seen here, anyway.”
“You never did care for good society,” retorted Alf. “But listen, now; here’s the game; see what you think of it.” The four heads drew together again. “What I propose doing is getting out a fake number of The Scholiast, having a whole pile of fun and putting up one nice, fine, big joke on the immortal Joseph. Are you with me?”
“Sounds all right,” said Dan, eagerly. “But just how——”
“Easy as pulling teeth! We’ll go over to Greenburg, see a printer there, and get him to copy The Scholiast exactly; same heading and type and—and style all through. He can do it all right, I’ll bet. Then the three of us—no, the four of us, for Gerald’s in on it now—will write the stuff. We’ll have a whole bunch of fake advertisements, and a column or so of ‘School Notes,’ and a couple of Joe’s inimitable editorials, and—and the rest of the guff, you know.”
“Bully!” exclaimed Gerald.
“Say, that’ll be dandy,” cried Dan. Tom nodded approval.