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Hazing At Smith's

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Day
2
Month
January
Year
1895
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Public Domain
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Francés held out her hands to Nathalie encouragingly, and said : "I am glad you've come Nathalie Pago, for we three are the only freshmen in the house, and we must stand by uno another in the uoming siege. You would much better sit down in the rocfcing-chair, ma chere, foryou can't enjoy such lnxnry long. Half of the sixty girls in the house are sophs ; did yon know that, and what it portends? Well they will be in here presently, by tens and twenties, and we shall Iiave to'give them tlie chaira and the beds and the window-sills and the radiators and sit on the floor ourselves. So prepare yourselves. It's the only hazing they allow at Sniitli- 'mh for Smith I" "Why, what do they come for?" said Nathalie slovvly looking frightened and readytocry; while Ruth picked upa brush and began to sinooth her thick, light bangs, which were parted in the middle and hung in two braids nearly to her liepls. Frames laughed and ran her fingers through her pwn straight brown bang until itstoodout stiflf with horror. "Oh, they siraply ask questions - where we wee born and brought up; at what schooi we were fltted; how tnany e and brothers we have, with ages of i what course we expect to take; what electives ; vrhich chnrch we arelo attend ; whether we are musical ; we spëll ournames; and - oh, f there were time, I woul.l put a plaeard on tlie doorpost, publishing our naines, ages, and political convictions, as theydidin the French Revolution ! But we haven't even our visiting carda niípacked. I asked about all these things froin a girl I kuew who was liere two years agb. 1 find it is always well in Rome to know what the Romans do !" Nathalie gave a helpless little sigh and sank upon the sofa-pillows which lay heaped on the floor. Slie did not know whether to laugh or cry, Ruth, who had a quick eye for color and form, leaned back against the wall and enjoyed the picture. The girl was like an old-time portrait of a Virginian beauty of the fair type. The red-gold of the hair, und the exquisitely cut profile with the nose just a little "tip-tilted, like the petals of a flower," against the soft apple green of a china-silk cushion, had a perfect delicacy of grace ; and Ruth longed to make a pamting of her. At the same time carne a pang of injured vanity. If Francés had more style and self possession than she, Nathalie was préttier. And Ruth was not used to being second ; she was the idol of her home. It was the best lesson she was to learu in her college course - how to value herself justly and with good perspective, and thus become both less vain and more self-reliant. But the evening was beginning. Voices were heard in the hall, and while J Francés picked up Nathalie, Ruth opened the door to n dozen laughing j sophomores. . ' Things went exactly as foretold. The "old girls" eyed the new girls, and J cided according to theirdifferent { ards, that Nathalie was "the gem of the I collection," or that Ruth was lovely, "a Í real Boston girl- just the type one likes o have pointed out as a college student" ; but Francés- or "Fran" as she vas known from the flrst night- was 1 he favoHte. The girls who found Nahalie languid and Ruth stift', fiocked around Francés, laughed at her jokes, and made mental notes of how she wore her "society pins." She was a leader. - Jessie M. Anderson, in January St. Nichol.is.

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Ann Arbor Courier