"Yes; has the thing reached you already?"

"I don't know the whole story of the joke," Mr. Pollock replied,
"but perhaps I can tell you one side of it that you don't know."

Thereupon the editor described Mr. Cantwell's visit to the bank.
"Now, I've got a still further side to the story," Dick continued,
and repeated the story told by the freshmen of how Mrs. Cantwell
also had carried the money to the bank, and then, still carrying
it, had waited for her husband at the school gateway.

Editor Pollock leaned back, laughing until the tears rolled down
his cheeks.

"I'm sorry for the good lady's discomfiture," explained the editor,
presently. "But the whole story is very, very funny."

"Now, I guess you know all the facts," finished Dick Prescott,
rising.

"Yes, but I haven't a single reporter about." Then, after a pause,
"See here, Prescott, why couldn't you write this up for me?"

"I?" repeated Dick, astonished. "I never wrote a line for publication
in my life."

"Everyone who does, has to make a start some time," replied Mr.
Pollock. "And I believe you could write it up all right, too.
See here, Prescott, just go over to that desk. There's a stack
of copy paper there. Write it briefly and crisply, and, for delicacy's