When Howe was out of earshot Jim said, "What did you kick me for?"
"You dumb idiot, he thought Willis was a ball."
"I know; I was just about to set him right."
Frank looked disgusted. "Don't you know enough to let well enough alone? You want to keep Willis, don't you? He would have whipped up some rule making him contraband."
"Oh, he couldn't do that!"
"The heck he couldn't! I'm beginning to see that Stoobie kept our pal Howe from exercising his full talents. Say, what did he mean: 'demerits'?"
"I don't know, but it doesn't sound good." Jim took down his respirator mask, looked at the gay tiger stripes. "You know, Frank, I don't think I want to become a 'civilized young gentleman'."
"You and me both!"
They decided to take a quick look at the bulletin board before they got into any more trouble, rather than fix the masks at once. They went to the entrance foyer and did so. On the board was pinned:
NOTICE TO STUDENTS
1. The practice of painting respirator masks with socalled identification patterns will cease. Masks will be plain and each student will letter his name neatly in letters one inch high across me chest and across the shoulders of his outdoors suit.
2. Students are required to wear shirts and shoes or slippers at all times and places except in their own rooms.
3. Pets will not be kept in dormitory rooms. In some cases, where the animals are of interest as scientific specimens, arrangements may be made to feed and care for pets in the biology laboratory.
4. Food must not be kept in dormitory rooms. Students receiving food packages from parents will store them with the commissary matron and reasonable amounts may be withdrawn immediately after meals, except Saturday morning breakfast. Special permission may be obtained for "sweets parties" during recreation hours on occasions such as birthdays, etc.
5. Students denied weekend privileges for disciplinary reasons may read, study, compose letters, play musical instruments, or listen to music. They are not permitted to play cards, visit in other students' rooms, nor leave the school area for any reason.
6. Students wishing to place telephone calls will submit a written request on the approved form and will obtain key to the communications booth at the main office.
(signed) M. Howe, Headmaster
Jim whistled. Frank said, "Would you look at that, Jim? Would you, now? Do you suppose we have to get permission to scratch? What does he take us for?"
"Search me."
"Frank, I haven't got a shirt."
"Well, I can lend you a sweat shirt until you can buy some. But take a look at paragraph three-you'd better get busy."
"Huh? What about it?" Jim reread it.
"You'd better go butter up the bio teacher, so you can make arrangements for Willis."
"What?" Jim simply had not connected the injunction concerning pets with Willis; he did not think of Willis as a pet.
"Oh, I can't do that, Frank. He'd be terribly unhappy."
"Then you had better ship him home and let your folks care for him."
Jim looked balky. "I won't do it. I won't!"
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I don't know." He thought about it. "I won't do anything about it. I'll just keep him under cover. Old lady Howe doesn't even know I've got him."
"Well... you might get away with it, so long as nobody snitches on you."
"I don't think any of the fellows would do that."
They went back to their room and attempted to remove the decorations from their masks. They were not very successful; the paint had bitten into the plastic and they succeeded only in smearing the colors around. Presently a student named Smythe stuck his head in the door. "Clean up your masks for you?"
"Huh? It can't be done; the colors have soaked in."
"You're the umpteenth to find that out. But, from the goodness of my heart and a willingness to be of public service, I will paint your mask over to match the original shade -at a quarter credit per mask."
"I thought there was a catch in it," Jim answered.
"Do you want it, or don't you? Hurry up, my public is waiting."
"Smitty, you would sell tickets to your grandmother's funeral." Jim produced a quarter credit. .
"That's an idea. How much do you think I could charge?" The other boy produced a can of lacquer and a brush, rapidly painted out Jim's proud design, using a pigment that was a fair match for the olive-drab original shade. "There! It'll dry in a couple of minutes. How about you, Sutton?"
"Okay, bloodsucker," Frank agreed.
"Is that any way to talk about your benefactor? I've got a heavy date over on the girls' side and here I am spending my precious Saturday helping you out." Smythe made equally rapid work of Frank's mask.
"Spending your time raising money for your date, you mean," amended Jim. "Smitty, what do you think of these trick rules the new Head has thought up? Should we knuckle under, or make a squawk?"
"Squawk? What for?" Smythe gathered up his tools. "There's a brand-new business opportunity in each one, if you only had the wit to see it. When in doubt, come see Smythe -special services at all hours." He paused at the door. "Don't mention that deal about tickets to my grandmother's funeral; she'd want a cut on it before she kicks off. Granny is a very shrewd gal with a credit."
"Frank," remarked Jim when Smythe was gone, "there is something about that guy I don't like."
Frank shrugged. "He fixed us up. Let's check in and get off the punishment list."
"Right. He reminds me of something Doc used to say. 'Every law that was ever written opened up a new way to graft.'"
"That's not necessarily so. My old man says Doc is a crackpot. Come on."
They found a long line waiting outside the Headmaster's office. They were finally ushered in in groups of ten. Howe gave their masks a brief glance each, then started in to lecture. "I hope that this will be a lesson to you young gentlemen not only in neatness, but in alertness. Had you noticed what was posted on the bulletin board you would have been, each of you, prepared for inspection. As for the dereliction itself, I want you to understand that this lesson far transcends the matter of the childish and savage designs you have been using on your face coverings."
He paused and made sure of their attention. "There is actually no reason why colonial manners should be rude and vulgar and, as head of this institution, I intend to see to it that whatever defects there may have been in your home backgrounds are repaired. The first purpose, perhaps the only purpose, of education is the building of character-and character can be built only through discipline. I flatter myself that I am exceptionally well prepared to undertake this task; before coming here I had twelve years experience as a master at the Rocky Mountains Military Academy, an exceptionally fine school, a school that produced men."
He paused again, either to catch his breath or let his words soak in. Jim had come in prepared to let a reprimand roll off his back, but the schoolmaster's supercilious attitude and most especially his suggestion that a colonial home was an inferior sort of environment had gradually gotten his dander up. He spoke up. "Mr. Howe?"
"Eh? Yes? What is it?"
"This is not the Rocky Mountains; it's Mars. And this isn't a military academy."
There was a brief moment when it seemed as if Mr. Howe's surprise and anger might lead him to some violence, or even to apoplexy. After a bit he contained himself and said through tight lips, "What is your name?"
"Marlowe, sir. James Marlowe."
"It would be a far, far better thing for you, Marlowe, if it were a military academy." He turned to the others. "The rest of you may go. Weekend privileges are restored. Marlowe, remain behind."
When the others had left Howe said, "Marlowe, there is nothing in this world more offensive than a smart-aleck boy, an ungrateful upstart who doesn't know his place. You are enjoying a fine education through the graciousness of the Company. It ill behooves you to make cheap wisecracks at persons appointed by the Company to supervise your training and welfare. Do you realize that?"