"I'm agreed," said Will; "and I'll resign. I have an idea. Suppose you
be our president, Mr. Clay?"
"I!" laughed the farmer.
"Good for you, Will," said the boys. "That's a first-class idea. Will
you do it, Mr. Clay?"
"Well," said Mr. Clay, after a moment's consideration, "I don't know
but I'll accept. It is quite an honor. President of the Snyvyville
Do-_Something_ Club!" and he laughed again.
I wish I had time to tell you the story of the new club! Under Mr.
Clay's presidency, they prospered; and became proud of their club. True
to their name, they "did" many things which were for their good, not
only, but for the good of others.
Some day I may write out their story, or a piece of it.
They grew to be very fond of their president, as well as very proud of
his schemes.
The Do-Nothing Club had but one report in the note-book of their
secretary:
_Resolved_, That the Snyvyville Do-Nothing Club change
its name to the "Do-Something Club," as it has not
prospered under the former title, but has been the
cause of ten headaches, ten stomachaches, and the loss
of two dollars and sixty cents, to the members thereof.
(Signed) JAMES POWELL, _Sec'y._
The Club still kept its motto, "Fragi Agrestes," for they thought that
"wild strawberries" had taught them a lesson they would not soon forget.