Paul and the Printing Press Part 30
You’re reading novel Paul and the Printing Press Part 30 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
"Our young representatives have done pretty well on this paper of theirs, haven't they?" remarked Mr. Carter the next moment.
"They certainly have," agreed Mr. Cameron. "The _March Hare_ is a very readable and creditable little magazine. You've done both the school and the community a service, Carter, by printing it."
"I've made some blunders in my life, Cameron, for which I have since been very sorry," the rich man said, looking significantly into Mr.
Cameron's eyes. "But printing the _March Hare_ was not one of them, thank G.o.d! We consider the school paper well worth printing," he added in a lighter tone. "Everything the _Echo_ prints is worth while, you know."
Mr. Cameron laughed at the jest.
"I've been dragged into reading your august publication, you know," said he. "I subscribed to it against my will, I must own; however, I must confess that I have enjoyed it very much. If you'd change your party, Carter, and come into the proper political fold--"
Mr. Carter held up his hand.
"No propaganda, Cameron!" he declared good-naturedly. "We must learn wisdom of our children. Their paper is quite non-partisan. In fact," he continued, lapsing into seriousness, "the younger generation teaches us many things. I've learned a lesson or two from your son. You have put a great deal of your fineness of principle into him, Cameron. I hope you realize what a deep respect I entertain for you. I have always regretted the occurrences that parted us. If I had my life to live over again, my dear sir, there are some offenses that I should not repeat. An honor that one wins by foul means is an empty one. I took an unfair advantage of an honorable gentleman in the campaign of 1916 and I have always been sorry and longed to tell you so. I now offer you my hand. It is the only amendment I can make for the past."
The apology was a handsome one and Mr. Cameron was a big enough man to be forgiving.
Taking his enemy's palm in a warm grasp he said:
"We all blunder sometimes, Carter."
"An honest blunder is one thing; but pre-meditated meanness is quite another, Cameron. However, I appreciate your generosity. It is like you--on the same scale with the rest of your nature." Then to s.h.i.+ft a subject that was embarra.s.sing he remarked: "As for these young rascals of ours, I suppose a great career awaits each of them after college is over. Your son has a better brain than mine; but they are both promising fellows. I'd like to land Paul in an editorial position. He has a decided gift for such a job. Perhaps later on I may be able to help him, should he decide to take up such work permanently. I should be very proud to be of service either to you or him, Cameron."
"Thank you, sir," replied Mr. Cameron courteously.
Amid the pressing crowd they separated, the parents to go home in a mood of satisfaction and happiness, and the boys to continue the day's festivities with a cla.s.s banquet and a dance.
That banquet was a never-to-be-forgotten affair!
For weeks the cla.s.s officers had been planning it and no detail was omitted that could add merriment and joy to the crowning event of 1920's career.
No sooner were the guests seated at the long table and the spread fairly begun than a stuffed rabbit, exquisitely decorated with the cla.s.s colors, was borne into the room. This was, of course, the far-famed March Hare. Its advent was greeted with a storm of clapping.
Very solemnly it was elevated in Paul's hands and amid shouts and cheers was carried by the graduating editor-in-chief to the president of 1921 where, with an appropriate speech, it was surrendered into the keeping of the incoming seniors.
Then the banquet went on only to have its progress interrupted at intervals by bustling attendants who came rus.h.i.+ng in with telegrams, special delivery letters, and telephone messages from the Hatter, the Red Queen, the Dormouse, and many another well-beloved Wonderland character. Afterward the Walrus and the Carpenter sang a song and then, with great acclaim and a crash of the orchestra, the folding doors opened and Alice herself, impersonating 1921, entered, gathered up the _March Hare_, and with a graceful little poem of farewell to 1920 took the head of the table.
With a sigh glad yet regretful, Paul surrendered his place.
He had longed for the day when he should be graduating from school and setting forth for college; but now that the moment had really arrived, he found himself not nearly so glad to depart from the High School as he had expected to be. Many a pleasant memory cl.u.s.tered about the four years he had spent in those familiar cla.s.srooms. And the comrades of those years,--he was parting from them, too. Some were scattering to the various colleges; some were going into business; others were to remain at home. Never again would they all travel the same path together. Alas, graduation had its tragic as well as its happy aspects!
Perhaps some such thought as this lurked deep down in the breast of every member of 1920, but for the sake of one another, and to make the last moments they were to spend together unclouded by sadness, each bravely struggled to banish this sinister reflection.
Hence the dance that followed the banquet was an uproarious affair. When one is young and all the world lies before, the conqueror Gloom is short-lived. So 1920 danced gayly until midnight, forgetful of every shadow, and when weary, sleepy, but triumphant, a half-jubilant, half-sorrowful lot of girls and boys betook themselves to their homes, it was with ringing cheers for the Burmingham High School, the cla.s.s of 1920, the _March Hare_, Mr. Carter, its printer, and Paul Cameron, its editor-in-chief.
Paul and the Printing Press Part 30
You're reading novel Paul and the Printing Press Part 30 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
Paul and the Printing Press Part 30 summary
You're reading Paul and the Printing Press Part 30. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: Sara Ware Bassett already has 1147 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com
- Related chapter:
- Paul and the Printing Press Part 29