"I'll protect my dignity, at any cost," Mr. Cantwell, murmured,
eagerly to himself. "After all, what is a High School principal,
without dignity?"

Monday afternoon Dick Prescott stepped in at "The Blade" office.

"Got something for us again?" asked Mr. Pollock, looking around.

"Not quite yet," Dick replied. "I've come to make a suggestion."

"Prescott, suggestions are the food of a newspaper editor. Go
ahead."

"You don't send a reporter to report the Board of Education meetings,
do you?"

"No; those meetings are rarely newsy enough to be worth while.
I can't afford to take up the evening of a salaried reporter
in that way. But Spencer generally drops around, at the time
the Board is expected to adjourn, or else he telephones the clerk,
from this office, and learns what has been done. It's mostly
nothing, you know."

"Spencer wouldn't care if he didn't have to report the Board meetings
at all?"

"Of course not. Len would be delighted at not having anything
more to do."

"Then let me go and report the meetings for you, on space."