TROUBLES OF MY OWN--THE BIG CONCLAVE Well, here I am at last, ready to tell you the adventures of our young lives.

Right away I have trouble with Pee-wee Harris.

He's about as easy to keep down as a balloon full of gas.

We call him the young dirigible because he's always going up in the air.

Even at the start he must stick in his chapter heading about a conclave.
Hanged if I know what a conclave is.