“Rather,” says Ricketts, “if you’ll only get the fellows to write.”
“Oh, I’ll manage that,” said Anthony.
“Of course you’ll have to be editor, Tony,” says Bullinger.
“If you like,” says the bashful Tony, who had no notion of not being editor.
“Well, I call that a splendid idea,” says Braddy. “Won’t they be in a fury? (Look here, Senior, I wish you wouldn’t stick your pins into my neck, do you hear?)”
“What shall we call it?” some one asks.
“Ah, yes,” says Pembury, “we ought to give it a good name.”
“Call it the Senior Wrangler,” suggested Ricketts.
“Sounds too like a family concern,” cried Tom Senior.
“Suppose we call it the Fifth Form War Whoop,” proposed Wraysford, amid much laughter.