"Never mind Frisby," objected Van Dorn. "We know that by heart. Let's hear what you say." "All right," cheerfully assented Perner. "OFFER NO. 1 "Our splendid paper, 'The Whole Family,' for one year, fifty-two issues, and our great world-beating, stem-winding and -setting, cylinder-escapement, diamond-balance, crown-jeweled watch! Worth, both together, five dollars in gold! Given by us, until present limited quantity is exhausted, for the mere ridiculous bagatelle of "ONE DOLLAR! "and twenty-five cents to pay for postage and packing." Perner paused and caught his breath. Then he added: "The last line, of course, will be in small type, so it won't seem to count. It's the dollar that will catch them. And what do you think of 'crown-jeweled'? Wasn't that an inspiration? You see, 'full-jeweled' means a certain number, and we don't want to deceive anybody, while 'crown-jeweled' means just jewels, because any kind of jewels are suitable for a crown." Perner regarded them triumphantly. Barrifield and Livingstone murmured assent. "Yes, that was a great stroke," agreed Van Dorn; "but I object to the 'mere ridiculous bagatelle.'" Perner looked injured. It was evident that he valued this form. "You see, they'll think it means another premium--something they don't get," Van Dorn continued. "Yes; sounds like a game I used to have," suggested Livingstone. Barrifield nodded dreamily, while Perner scratched out the offending words. "You fellows are such good hands to find fault with what I do," he complained, "why don't you do something yourselves?" "Give me the pencil and paper, then," commanded Van Dorn. Perner surrendered the articles with dignity, and for some moments the artist wrote busily. "Now," he exclaimed at last, "how does this sound? "OFFER NO. 2 "Paper, same as you had, Perny, and "our marvelous cracker-jack, kodak, double-rack, swing-back camera--" "Bully!" shouted Livingstone, "that's a regular college yell!" "Of course--that's what we want!" Van Dorn acknowledged eagerly. "That'll make every college boy want one!" Perner assented, but he did not look altogether happy. Perhaps he felt that he had been defeated by a maker of pictures in what was properly a literary undertaking. "Now let Barry and Stony do the gun and the Bible," he said wearily. "I'm tired."