His experiment in recording his own thoughts worked out in a more satisfactory manner. Having built up in his own mind a tale of mystery about the new pitcher and, having visited the electric shop and watched Goggles’ mechanical umpire with forty eyes perform, he hurried home, set up the camera, then fixing his thoughts on the publicity he wished to create for the two ball games, he sat quite still, staring at the wall for a full ten minutes.
“There!” he breathed at last. “The cake is done.”
With ever increasing enthusiasm he developed and copied his own personal think-o-graph.
“Gee! This is great!” He paused at last to gloat over the nearly finished product. “Am I the thinker! If only I could write as well as I think I’d become a great author right away.”
He carried his stories of the two approaching ball games to the slow-going, genial editor of the weekly paper.
“Let’s see it.” The editor put on his glasses. “Same old stuff I suppose. Have to do it all over before I run it.”
“Maybe it is.” Johnny gave himself a mental hug.
A moment later he saw the editor pouring eagerly over his copy. “Whew!” the editor exclaimed under his breath. Then, “Great Jehosophat, Johnny! Didn’t know you had it in you! Been seein’ you around your grand-pap’s for a good many years. What paper you been workin’ on?”
“No paper.” Johnny grinned broadly.
“Well, I’m surprised, Johnny. This is fine copy. Run it just as it is. Get you some fine crowds. I’ll say it will!