"Mr. President!" came at the same moment from Donald Hall.
"Mr. President! Mr. President!" The cry rang from every corner of the room.
Paul listened to each speaker in turn.
1920 was not only unanimous but insistent upon the new venture.
In less time than it takes to tell it Paul himself was elected editor-in-chief, an editorial staff had been appointed, Melville Carter was voted in as business manager, and Billie Ransome as publicity agent. Nor did 1920's fervor end there. Before the meeting adjourned every person in the class had not only pledged himself to subscribe to the March Hare but had promised to get one or more outside subscriptions.
Paul, descending from the speaker's desk, was the center of an admiring and eager group of students.
"I say, Kip, where are you going to get the paper printed?" questioned Donald Hall.
"I don't know yet," replied Paul jauntily.
"We'll have to see how much money we are going to have."
"Why don't you get Mel Carter's father to do it? He publishes the Echo, and Mel is our business manager. That ought to give us some pull."