"What do you want with a paper, Kipper?" persisted Melville.
"Why to print our life histories and obituaries in," he answered. "To extol our friends and damn our enemies."
Carter laughed.
"Come off," returned he, affectionately knocking Paul's hat down over his eyes.
"Stop your kidding, Cart. I'm serious."
"You really want a newspaper, Kip? Another newspaper! Scott! I don't. I never read the ones there are already."
"I don't mean a newspaper, Cart," explained Paul with a touch of irritation. "I mean a zippy little monthly with all the school news in it—hockey, football, class meetings, and all the things we'd like to read. Not highbrow stuff."
"Oh! I get you, Kipper," replied young Carter, a gleam of interest dawning in his face.
"That wouldn't be half bad. A school paper!" he paused thoughtfully. "But the money, Kip—the money to back such a scheme? What about that?"
"We could take subscriptions."