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I got a Summa Cum Laudissimus in strolling, losing frat pins, talking futures and acquiring hand-made pennants. And the only bitter thought I've got is that I can't come back. You'll never realize, my boy, how old Pa Time roller-skates by until you go back to a co-ed college ten years afterward.
She'd seen 'em all go four of 'em. Good-night! I talked easy and soothin' to Ruby after that. "Then I went up to live with Uncle Edward at Naukeesha," she trails along. "He's a minister there. It was he who suggested my going into foreign mission work. I had to do something, you know, and I'd always been such a good scholar. I love books. So I studied hard, and was sent to the Co-ed.
He was studying electrical engineering." "Maybe it was catchin', at that," says I. "Where was all this?" "At the Co-ed," says Ruby. "But then I'd known Nelson before. He's from Naukeesha too." "Come again," says I. "From what?" "Naukeesha," repeats Ruby, just as if it was some common name like Patchogue or Hoboken. "Is that an island somewhere," says I, "or just a mixed drink?"
"If you could do that for about two weeks I am sure you would be able to ride BEAUTIFULLY at the end of them." "Not in the morning, I'm afraid. You see I am an Annapolis co-ed," Polly answered laughing gaily at Peggy's mystified expression. "Yes I am, truly. You see I came down here to spend the winter with Aunt Janet because she is lonely when Uncle Glenn is away.
I suppose someone has got to do these jobs and there is always someone willing to take the responsibility. Kipling calls it being a Son of Martha. Do you know those verses?" "No," said Jim. "I'd like to hear them." Charlie chuckled. "Me reciting Kipling is like hearing a 'co-ed yell' it's the only poem I know, though, and here goes. The Sons of Martha say to the Mountains, Be ye removed!
"Why, Peggy Stewart, there isn't a girl in Annapolis who can handle a launch or a sailboat as YOU do," cried Polly, aroused to emphatic protest. Peggy blushed, and laughingly replied: "Only Polly Howland, the Annapolis Co-Ed." "Eh? What's that?" asked Captain Boynton. "Oh, Polly has had a regular course in seamanship, Captain Boynton, and knows just everything."
Polly raised her big eyes to the sweet, strong face smiling upon her and answered: "I hadn't even thought of coming until an hour ago. It was all planned for Peggy, but, oh, dear, if I only could be twins! How am I ever to be a co-ed in Annapolis and a pupil here at the same time? Yet I want dreadfully to be both, I'm so fond of Peggy."
They are not dedicated nor single-minded; if their jokes and pranks start on a higher or lower plane, it is just because they have better minds than their forebears at the same time. On the fringe of this group, an olive-skinned Brazilian co-ed asks: "Where's Martha?" John Philips looks up from a diagram of fieldmatrics he's been using to lay out a football play.
In England did the young men see the young women of their own class without restraint the sisters of their friends même even at the house? 'Co-ed' co-educationalist by Jove, yes!... He seemed to marvel that we should have left a country so blessed as England to visit his dusty, wild-lavender-smelling, girl-less Provence.... You don't know half your luck, Marsham....
Then to the joy and surprise of all, the owner of the Co-ed mare, putting the golden-haired boy before Rhiannon, cried out: "Behold lady, here is thy son, and whoever they were who told the story and lied about your devouring your own child, have done you a grievous wrong." Everyone at the table looked at the boy, and all recognized the lad at once as the child of Powell and Rhiannon.
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