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Updated: June 2, 2025
I believe that at rare intervals, and when under the influence of proper environment, for example, the presence of some Senior, the minds of the Middlers did receive some impression; slight, we acknowledge. Yet we hold an impression, a faint suggestion of an idea, was there. "The second color! Green! How beautiful, how appropriate.
She hesitated before replying. "I I don't believe I can, Mary." "Have you any engagement?" "Well, Oh, I don't know what to say. Please don't ask me." Mary smiled to herself, then turned back to the mirror for the better arrangement of her hair. Her convictions were strengthened. Whatever the Middlers had on hand, to-morrow night was the time for the doings.
"Come, girls, let's all yell together and pound on the floor." Pandemonium reigned for a few moments. Miss Bowman, exasperatingly cool, sat smiling. When the clamor ceased, she said, "Really, you are very childish. Why not accept this with the spirit of philosophers? You are here you cannot get out until the Middlers see fit. Why not sit down and converse sweetly? There's the weather.
Azzie struck up an accompaniment, while the whole class of Seniors came out strong on the refrain. With this, the Seniors arose. Six again took possession of the long box. The procession filed slowly from the room, while Azzie played a dirge. The Middlers and Freshmen followed after them, and the laughing and chattering began again. Every one was humming "The Middler class is dead."
It was evident the Middlers were laying plans for something. In groups of two and three, they surreptitiously visited each other. They gathered in hallways for whispered conferences. The Seniors were not blind. Each had her appointed work, and when the Middlers gathered together, there was a Senior concealed near by, with ears and eyes open.
There are receptions, to be sure; but the Middlers and Freshmen attend them, and dress as much as the Seniors do. The only opportunity a Senior has to trail a long gown after her is on Class-day. Then we have all the old orthodox orations and music with a two-act farce thrown in, and we may wear what we please.
The Seniors accepted the Middlers' fun in good part. Even Mary forgave Elizabeth the wearing of her new gown. "Oh, well," Mary had exclaimed after the affair was over, and a group of girls had gathered in her room, "'Every dog has his day. We had ours last year; and next year you will pay the fiddler for a new set of Middlers." "If they don't pay before that," said Landis, sententiously.
"But, Mary, that will not be possible. Most of the Middlers know what happened last year. They'll keep a watch on us, and if they are wise, they'll send out scouts to meet the caterer at the train," said Mame Welch. "They shall not banquet if we take it from them by force!" Then suddenly her face lighted up. "I have it. Landis, you must do this part.
We waited in the gym, all togged out in reception gowns, but the caterer came not. Suddenly it came to us that there must be some mistake. We set out to hunt for the banquet. We found its remains up in the laboratory where the Seniors had been feasting at our expense. No, indeed, Elizabeth," Mary shook her head slowly, "no Middlers hold banquets at Exeter Hall. It isn't countenanced."
Then suddenly remembering that she was to find out what she could of the Middlers' plans, she asked suddenly, "Have you any engagement for to-morrow evening, Elizabeth? What do you say about getting up a tally-ho party, our own set and a few visitors, and driving out by moonlight?" Elizabeth turned her head aside as though she did not wish Mary to see her embarrassment.
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