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The 'office' might give permission to leave town, but all tardiness in returning must be explained to the president. How timidly four of us came to Miss Freeman in my sophomore year to explain that the freshman's mother had kept us to supper after our 'permitted' drive on Monday afternoon! What an occasion it gave her to caution us as to sophomore influence over freshmen!
"But, my dear fellow, there is not the ghost of a doubt of your doing that." "I don't feel so sure." "Why, there are often thirty in the first class in the freshman's year; and just as if you wouldn't be among them!" "All very well; I know that anybody can do it who works, but I am ashamed to say that I haven't read one of the books yet." "Haven't you, really?
Trinity had never been unkind to me. There used to be much snapdragon growing on the walls opposite my freshman's rooms there, and I had for years taken it as the emblem of my own perpetual residence, even unto death, in my University. On the morning of the 23rd I left the Observatory. I have never seen Oxford since, excepting its spires, as they are seen from the railway.
"What is the prize in the freshman's mile?" asked Laura, fumbling in her muff for the card of the day's events. "You noticed that handsome Canadian toboggan, didn't you?" "The one with the side hand-rails?" Laura asked, looking up brightly into his face. "Yes; that ought to have been one of the prizes in the girls' events." "Why?" queried Dick, looking a bit disconcerted.
"They both insisted it would be a wonderful hazing stunt, and that no college freshman's life was complete without a lively ghost scare. I didn't think it would be more than a lot of fun, so I promised not to tell," admitted Shirley.
Frank was a good man to keep a Freshman's money for him, to listen to his class-room troubles or to stand between the luckless youngster and Faculty wrath; but when it was a case into which something deeper entered, perhaps the Senior's worldly philosophy was not of the best sort.
But the young Freshman's trepidation, if he really felt any, was soon soothed; he passed on successfully through his course. Not only did he graduate well, but he had also, as we shall see, begun to prepare himself for his career. Here is a letter which gives, in a fragmentary way, his mood at graduation: "BRUNSWICK, July 14, 1825. "MY DEAR SISTER: .... I am not very well pleased with Mr.
Marjorie chose not to discuss Hamilton from the freshman's point of view. "Alston Terrace. Is it an interesting house to live in? Where do you live? Are the garage accommodations good? I shall have my own car here; perhaps two. How far is it from the station to the campus?" The stranger hurled these questions at Marjorie all in a breath.
That's the only class we have to think of, isn't it?" "No. Your own class is first." "It's the best class in college," interrupted Peter John quickly, and all who were in the room laughed as the uncouth freshman's face flushed. "That's the way to talk," responded Allen. "But it is. I'm not joking," persisted Peter John seriously. "No doubt. No doubt.
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