do anything you like. It will interest the passengers
and give us something nice to write about. And you
could make a picture of yourself, too."

Instead of appreciating that suggestion he was an-
noyed with me, so I ventured something else.

"How would it be for you to beat a policeman on
the helmet?"

He didn't care for that either.

"Why don't you think of something for yourself to
do?" he said, somewhat sourly.

"All right," I returned. "I'm willing to do my share.
I will poison you and get arrested for it."

"If you do that," he criticized, "who will make the
pictures?"

I saw that he was in a humor to find fault with any-
thing I proposed, so I let him ramble on. He had a
regular orgy of imaginary disaster, running all the way
from train wrecks, in which I was killed and he was
saved only to have the bother and expense of shipping
my remains home, to fires in which my notebooks were
burned up, leaving on his hands a lot of superb but use-
less drawings.

After a time he suggested that we make up a list of
the things we had been warned of. I did not wish to
do it, but, acting on the theory that fever must run its
course, I agreed, so we took paper and pencil and began.
It required about two hours to get everything down, be-
ginning with Aches, Actresses, Adenoids, Alcoholism,
Amnesia, Arson, etc., and running on, through the

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