. Junior co-ed . The faculty member grinned uneheerfully. Iaverage three for every five minutes. I thinkafter this you girls better play a game of baseball,and let me laugh at you. Oh, that wouldnt be fair, retorted Gussie. You can laugh at us any day in the class room,while we never have an opportunity to laugh atyou. Winifred glanced at the mollified countenanceof the faculty member and turned away to concealher smiles. M. Gussie could certainly be tactfulif she chose. Tactfulness is a trade that Ive never over-worked, M. Gussie was wont to remark with asigh. It takes so long to learn it and
. Junior co-ed . The faculty member grinned uneheerfully. Iaverage three for every five minutes. I thinkafter this you girls better play a game of baseball,and let me laugh at you. Oh, that wouldnt be fair, retorted Gussie. You can laugh at us any day in the class room,while we never have an opportunity to laugh atyou. Winifred glanced at the mollified countenanceof the faculty member and turned away to concealher smiles. M. Gussie could certainly be tactfulif she chose. Tactfulness is a trade that Ive never over-worked, M. Gussie was wont to remark with asigh. It takes so long to learn it and it gets un-learned so quickly in my case. But in view of the question she had to ask her,Winifred was pleased to observe that Gussie wasworking at the trade that evening. The oldgirls present were regarding her with livelyinterest, being apprized of the invitation she wasabout to receive. A remarkably fine-looking girl, Mrs. Willow,on the other side of Winifred, commented. Weshall be proud of her appearance. 260. WE VE WON! WE VE WON! THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY OX AND THE FROLIC But her appearance is not the best part ofGussie, responded Winifred quickly. Shes socapable and very unselfish. She will not onlyornament Alpha Gamma—she will work for her. Into the midst of this remark boomed Mr. Car-ters voice, and the chatter and confusion whichreigned in the north room was suddenly stilled. One, two, three, yelled Mr. Carter. Timesup. Quit! and the rustle of the corn-stalksceased as though by magic. Landon drew in his feet and arose holding outhis bruised hands, causing them to dangle help-lessly from the wrists. Give me the booby prize,he called, and then bring on some ointment andbind up my wounds. Yes, growled a senior across the can afford to hang himself all over withbooby prizes after the touch-down he made to-day. Touch-down, muttered Moses Carter thought-fully, down. Then he bestowed his attention on Lillian. Lillian was excited. Her dark eyes danced andglo
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