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Page 71
The four girl chums had been among the fortunate recipients of
invitations. A very pretty picture they made as they followed the usher,
one of the junior class, to their seats.
Grace wore a gown of pale blue organdie that was a marvel of sheer
daintiness. Jessica, a fetching little affair of white silk muslin
sprinkled with tiny pink rosebuds; while Anne and Nora were resplendent in
white lingerie gowns. Anne's frock was particularly beautiful and the
girls had exclaimed with delight over it when they first caught sight of
her.
It was a present from Mrs. Gray, Anne told them. She had fully expected to
wear her little white muslin, but the latter had grown rather shabby and
she felt ashamed of it. Then a boy appeared with a big box addressed to
her. Wrapped in fold after fold of tissue paper lay the exquisite new
gown. Pinned to one sleeve was a note from Mrs. Gray, asking her to accept
the gift in memory of the other Anne--Mrs. Gray's young daughter--who had
passed away years ago. There were tears in Anne's eyes as she told them
about it, the girls agreeing with her that there was no one in the world
quite so utterly dear as Mrs. Gray.
"I'm glad we're early," whispered Nora. "We can watch the classes come in.
See, that place is for the juniors. It is roped off with their colors and
the other side belongs to the seniors."
"How fine the gym. looks," remarked Anne. "They certainly must have worked
hard to fix it up so beautifully."
"Julia Crosby is largely responsible for it," answered Grace. "She has the
most original ideas about decorations and things. You know the juniors
always decorate for the seniors. It's a sacred duty."
"Did you know that Julia was elected president of her class?" asked
Jessica.
"Oh, yes," said Grace, "she told me about it the other day. Oh, girls,
here they come! Doesn't Ethel Post look sweet? There's Julia at the head
of her class."
"It is certainly great to be a graduate," sighed Nora.
"Speaking of graduation," said Grace, "did you know that David has put off
his graduation for another year! He wished to finish school with Hippy and
Reddy. They have planned to enter the same college. So our little crowd
will be together for one more year."
"How nice of him," cried the girls.
"Yes, isn't it! I'll be awfully sorry when my turn comes," responded
Grace. "I'm sure I shall never care for college as I do for this dear old
school."
"You can't tell until you've tried it," said Nora wisely.
The two classes had now seated themselves, and an expectant hush fell upon
those assembled. The first number on the program was a song by the senior
glee club. This was followed by the salutatory address, given by a tall
dignified senior. The class poem came next, and was received with
enthusiasm. The other numbers followed in rapid succession, each being
applauded to the echo. The class grinds were hailed with keen relish. Each
girl solemnly rose to take her medicine in the form of mild ridicule over
some past harmless folly.
The class prophecy provoked ripples of merriment from the audience.
Grace chuckled with glee at the idea of exclusive Ethel Post becoming the
proprietor of a moving-picture show at Coney Island. The futures
prophesied for the other members of the class were equally remarkable for
their impossibility.
At last nothing remained but the senior charge and the junior reply. The
president of the senior class rose, and facing the juniors poured forth
her final words of advice and counsel. She likened them to a baby in
swaddling clothes, and cautioned them to be careful about standing on
their feet too early. It was the usual patronizing speech so necessary to
class day.
Julia Crosby smiled a little as the senior exhorted her hearers to never
forget the dignity of their station. She was thinking of the day she
crashed into that young woman, in the corridor The senior president had
manifested the dignity of her station then.
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