Beneath each mass of flyers was a small box with a slot in the lid. It's outside had a photo of a turntable booth, with the cut-out heads of two students pasted on the figures manning it. It could be safely assumed that this was for song suggestions of some kind, although this was never clearly stated, so some of them had built up an impressive ABC gum repository. Cady could be heard from miles away now, happily and openmouthedly chewing away.
What was one person's trash, was another person's treasure.
