"Who sent you that message over the 'phone?" questioned the reporter.

The seven Board members pricked up their ears still more keenly.

"I don't know," came Editor Pollock's voice. "But I suspect it
came from the Business Men's Club. That's a wide-awake and progressive
crowd, you know, and full of local pride, even in our High School
boys. But, Spencer, I'm in just a bit of a fix. I had already
run out six lines on the bulletin board announcing that a sudden
death had taken place in the School Board meeting. Now, I've
got to run out another bulletin and explain. Spencer, you'd better
come back here on the jump. Good-bye!"

As the bell rang off, and the reporter laid the instrument back
on the table, he said:

"Gentlemen, I am ordered back to my office in haste. Yet, before
I go, as a matter of news interest, I think I'd better ask you
whether any action is going to be taken forbidding football in
the High School?"

"N-n-not to the best of our knowledge," stammered Chairman Stone.
"We have---taken no action along that line."

"Are you likely to take any such action tonight?"

"I---I---think not."

"Thank you, and goodnight, gentlemen. I offer you my apology