of space and questions of expense. We can't turn out a great chunk of printed prose like—like wet cold toast and call it a magazine.”
Britten writhed, appreciating the image.
“There's to be a section of sports. YOU must do that.”
“I'm not going to do any fine writing,” said Shoesmith.
“What you've got to do is just to list all the chaps and put a note to their play:—'Naylor minor must pass more. Football isn't the place for extreme individualism.' 'Ammersham shapes well as half-back.' Things like that.”
“I could do that all right,” said Shoesmith, brightening and manifestly becoming pregnant with judgments.
“One great thing about a magazine of this sort,” said Cossington, “is to mention just as many names as you can in each number. It keeps the interest alive. Chaps will turn it over looking for their own little bit. Then it all lights up for them.”
“Do you