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Updated: June 11, 2025
After Dick Prescott had ceased reading it took nearly a full minute for the cleverness of this direct appeal to local pride to strike home in the minds of the football squad. Then loud applause broke loose. "Freshie!" roared Sam Edgeworth, over the din, "that's genius, compressed into a hundred words!" "It's O.K.!" declared Thompson, with heavy emphasis. "Bully!" roared Ben Badger.
"So you, a fourteen-year-old freshie, are going about at night trying to waylay footpads, are you?" demanded Thompson, resting a friendly hand on Dick's shoulder. "But why did you keep so close-mouthed, afterwards?" demanded the first classman. "Well, for one thing, I guess I was a bit ashamed," confessed Dick, reddening. "Ashamed of rushing to beauty's aid?" demanded Frank, laughingly.
Badger and Butler, who were just behind the speaker, closed in firmly around the freshman. "We heard, and we didn't feel ashamed to listen," declared Thompson. "So you're the genius that has been doing giant's work for football? You are under arrest, freshie -and I hope you'll come along without making any row."
"What do you think we are sardines? Oh! my foot!" shrieked another girl. "And she's a greeny, too. Any of you ever see her before?" demanded one of the girls nearest the half-closed door. "Say! what's your name?" asked another girl, leaning out to speak to Nancy. Nancy told her. "She's green what did I tell you? And we're all sophs here. Say, Freshie! don't you know you don't belong in here?"
Graves got two well-placed hits to right field. Then when Ken was in the field Graves would come down the coaching line and talk to him in a voice no one else could hear. "You've got a swell chance to make this team, you have, not! Third base is my job, Freshie. Why, you tow-head, you couldn't play marbles. You butter-finger, can't you stop anything? You can't even play sub on this team.
They don't allow freshmen to go below the sixth row. There've been several rushes this term. And the big one's coming. Hang, Freshie! We're all with you." "Fresh on fifth!" The tenor of the cry had subtly changed. Good-humored warning had changed to challenge. It pealed up from many lusty throats, and became general all along the four packed rows.
"I gotta go somewheres at two o'clock to-morrow afternoon, Mr. Mr. Blaney; but I can go in the morning if it ain't going to look like I'm a freshie." "In the morning! Swell! But where who " She scribbled on a slip of paper and fluttered it into his hand. "Sara Juke! Some little name. Gee! I know right where you live. I know a lot of cases that come from round there.
Woe unto the freshie who shows ill will at an initiation! She may be obliged to walk in the gutter for the full first half year, or wear a baby blue ribbon under her chin! But Shirley had heeded the warnings. "Jane, the girls are frightened to death. Can you imagine ghost stories having that effect in this staid, solid, absolutely reliable old college?" asked Maud Leslie.
What a senseless lot these students were! Why could they not leave him in peace? How foolish of him to go wandering about in strange lecture-rooms! A hand pressed Ken's shoulder. He looked back to see a student bending down toward him. "Hang, Freshie!" this fellow whispered. "What's it all about?" asked Ken. "What have I done, anyway? I never was in here before." "All Sophs down there.
But it wasn't goblins I believe; however, we'll decide that when we trap 'em. Your benign influence has worked well thus far. I promised to help a freshie with some Latin prose and she never came to collect. Now I suppose I have to spoil my pretty hands with basket ball. Don't you wonder how it was we used to love that unladylike game?"
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