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Updated: June 11, 2025
Ken came face to face with a tall, bronze-haired, freckle-faced sophomore, whom he had dodged more than once. There was now no use to dodge; he had to run or stand his ground. "Boys, here's that slugging Freshie!" yelled the Soph. "We've got him now." He might have been an Indian chief so wild was the whoop that answered him. "Lead us to him!" "Oh, what we won't do to that Freshie!"
"There will be some stragglers next week, of course, but today and Saturday will see the most of the students here." "Look at the Sans." Leila arched her brows and drew down the corners of her mouth. "Hmm! Posted all along the platform with General Cairns in the most prominent place. And do my eyes tell me lies! Isn't that girl hanging on her arm the freshie you lost the other day, Marjorie?"
Finally he confessed with a good deal of hesitation that his right foot hurt him a bit that was all. "Are the boots your own, freshie?" asked one of the physicians. He blushed, turned his gaze to the wall and shook his head. Everyone smiled. "Well, then, off with the wretched thing." But all exertion of virile strength was in vain. The boot did not budge.
In a little note which Pellams had brought him from Her that morning, she had said that she was to wear a small silk flag instead of flowers this time. He would have liked to peep in, as he used to from the gym roof when he was a Freshie, to see if she had really done it. During these wharf-edge musings, taps had blown, bringing the men on board again.
More and more ambitious players crowded into the cage, until there were so many that batted balls rarely missed hitting some one. Presently Ken Ward awoke from his thrilling absorption in the scene to note another side of it. The students around him were making game of the players. "What a bunch!" "Look at that fuzzy gosling with the yellow pants!" "Keep your shanks out of the way, Freshie!"
Her eyes flickered until they rested on Nettie Brocton. "I must ask Net for a dance," she said. "I suppose it is perfectly proper for a mere freshie to do so?" "Absolutely," replied Judith, "but you are not slighting me?" "Not for worlds, Judy. May I have the next?" "What's your hurry just now Bobbie? Trying to duck me?"
It was the smartest and gayest of all the college functions, and a Payzant co-ed who received an invitation to it counted herself fortunate. The senior girls were included as a matter of course, but a junior, soph, or freshie could not go unless one of the senior boys invited her. Grace Seeley was studying Greek in her tiny room that afternoon when the invitation was brought to her.
Jerry proposed to be safely in the bosom of her friends with her find before that march began. "Come along, children. Let's be going. The choo-choo cars are getting ready to choo-choo right along to the next station. Look as I may, I see no more arriving freshies except the one Jeremiah is now towing toward us." Leila added this as she saw Jerry. "We'll delay our going in honor of the freshie."
There were cheers and hoarse yells, as the football men rushed forward, crowding about Dick Prescott. "Now I've told all that I heard," wound up Thompson. "We'll have to ask Mr. Prescott to favor us with the further details, which I trust he will be inclined to do." "Mr. Prescott!" That, instead of "cub," "kid" or "freshie."
"We'll trim you now, Freshie!" "You potato-masher!" "Go for his wind!" Fighting and wrestling with all his might Ken went down under a half dozen sophomores. Then Dale was astride his chest, and others were sitting on his hands and feet. "Boys, don't hurt that arm!" yelled Worry Arthurs. "Ward, will you be good now and stop scrapping or shall we tie you?" asked Dale. "You can't get away.
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