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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Hang, Freshie!" bellowed a freshman from the topmost row. It was acceptance of the challenge, the battle-cry flung down to the Sophs. A roar arose from the pit. The freshmen, outnumbering the sophomores, drowned the roar in a hoarser one. Then both sides settled back in ominous waiting. Ken thrilled in all his being. The freshmen were with him! That roar told him of united strength.
But what can you expect of a 'freshie'? I've got to make the most of my time, too, you know, for when I get to be a junior I'll have to begin the 'prune and prism' act," retorted the girl with a roguish wink.
We'll return them as fresh as ever the following morning." "Will they lend them?" It was a little first term girl who asked the question. "No, you dear little freshie, they will not lend them if they can help themselves. We will ask them Tuesday morning and use them Monday. It is the safest way," said Emma, who was exceedingly enthusiastic over this part of school life.
Even good-natured Tom looked about for some sort of club. But Dick answered, coolly: "What are we going to do? First of all, we are merely going to suggest for your consideration the idea that gentlemen don't remain where they're not wanted." "Freshie!" yelled one of the eight contemptuously. "Toss him in a blanket," advised another.
This contingent had not been pleased with the patronizing manner which the Sans had displayed towards them at the picnic. They were altogether too independent and honorable to barter their class vote for a mess of pottage. "Freshie election this afternoon," announced Jerry, as she caught up with Marjorie on the steps of the Hall. "Saw you half way across the campus.
"Take the truth from me, our freshie year was full of just such scenes put over by those girls." "The soph who had the fuss with Leslie Cairns is a senior this year. You may believe the Sans will get no favors from her and her party crowd. The Sans will find out some day that they can't sow tares and expect to reap flowers," concluded Vera with some warmth.
"Wouldn't the whole town -including the Board members -wake up, if they only knew that the whole thing was planned out by a fourteen-year-old freshie, by name Dick Prescott!" "You won't let it out, Len, that I had any hand in it?" asked Dick, quickly. "Oh, not I," promised Len, quickly. "I gave you my word on that, son, didn't I?"
"What do you mean, Les? I failed to see any particular triumph on their part this afternoon. They merely marched off with a seedy-looking freshie or two. No one we wanted." Natalie shrugged her disdain of the Lookouts' capture. "Too bad that simple-acting Walbert creature didn't stay with dear Miss Bean. We could live without her. I have no use for that girl." Leslie's eyes narrowed.
"We think it's high time, though, for your crowd to start just such a race." "Hold your tongue, freshie!" ordered Fred roughly. "Not for you!" Dick snapped, his temper going up as the mercury climbs on a hot day. "Then I'll make you!" offered young Ripley, making a spring at Dick. But Dick & Co. were now all together, standing in a firm fighting line.
Presently the murmur of voices outside announced that Robin had been successful in her quest. In fact she had found all seven of the freshmen in their rooms and had rushed them a la negligee to her own. "Here we are," she breezily announced, "and not a freshie missing. I'll proceed to the great introduction act. Then, make yourselves at home."
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