He looked down and began to dig a hole in the earth with the toe of his much worn sneaker. "Your idea is all right, Kip--corking," he asserted at length. "But the ducats--where would those come from? It would cost a pile to print a paper." "I suppose we couldn't buy a press second-hand and do our own printing," ruminated Paul. "Buy a press!" shouted Carter, breaking into a guffaw. "You are a green one, Kip, even if you are class president. Why, man alive, a printing press that's any good costs a small fortune--more money than the whole High School has, all put together. I know what presses cost because my father is in the publishing business." Paul sighed. "That's about what my dad said," he affirmed reluctantly. "He suggested we get someone to print the paper for us." "Oh, we could do that all right if we had the spondulics." "The subscriptions would net us quite a sum." "How much could we bank on?" "I've no idea," Paul murmured. "I'll bet I could nail most of the Juniors. I'd simply stand them up against the wall and tell them it was their money or their life--death or a subscription to the--what are you going to call this rich and rare newspaper?" he inquired, suddenly breaking off in the midst of his harangue and turning to his companion. "I hadn't got as far as that," answered Paul blankly. "But you've got to get a name, you know," Melville declared. "You can't expect to boom something so hazy that it isn't called anything at all. _Don't you want to take our class paper_ won't draw the crowd. You've got to start with a slogan--something spectacular and thrilling. _Buy the Nutcracker!_ _Subscribe to the Fire-eater!_ _Have a copy of the Jabberwock!_ For goodness sake, christen it something! Start out with a punch or you'll never get anywhere. Why not call it _The March Hare_? That's wild and crazy enough to suit anybody. Then you can publish any old trash in it that you chose. They've brought it on themselves if they stand for such a title." Paul clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder. "_The March Hare!_" he repeated with enthusiasm. "You've hit it, Cart! _The March Hare_ it is! We'll begin getting subscriptions to-morrow." "You wouldn't want to issue a sample copy first, would you?" Melville suggested. "No, siree! That'll be the fun. They must go it blind. We'll make the whole thing as spooky and mysterious as we can. Nobody shall know what he is going to eat. It will be twice the sport." "But suppose after you've collected all your money you find you can't get any one to print the paper?" "We'll have to take a chance," replied Paul instantly. "If worst comes to worst we can give the money back again. But I shan't figure on doing that. We'll win out, Cart; don't you worry." [Illustration: "_The March Hare!_" he repeated with enthusiasm. "You've hit it, Cart!" _Page 10_.]