"Seven dead ones ?" "Yes; of course you've already discovered that there's no real tragedy up at the Board, unless they're actually planning some move against football." The seven members of the School Board looked at one another blankly, wonderingly.
"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.