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to explore. The president remembered, and in the pang of remem-
bering she ached to spare another the same suffering. Now she took
up the list of rushees and made the plunge.

"The first girl happens to be Bobby Graham. We will hear a dis-
cussion of her, please."

The chorus of "Oh—she's fine!" was too hearty and welcome for
her to squelch. She simply couldn't do i t ! She smiled, and was
about to pass to the next name when she noticed something. The
two Professional Blackballed had not spoken 1 So she asked, " I f
anybody has any objections to Bobby, will she speak now?"

"Or forever hold her peace" a flippant sophomore finished, half
under her breath.

No answer.
"Well,—would anybody vote her out? I f so, is she willing to tell
us her reasons?"
After a few seconds' silence P. B. No. 1 spoke up.
' % for one, think Bobby too flip. She always has a date on! 'A
heavy date,' she calls i t ! "
Indignant looks, despairing looks—but no real astonishment greeted
her little speech.
"Why—she has more B's than C's! Her record is perfectly O. K.
She can't help being popular!" burst forth from one of Bobby's loyal
supporters.
"And she is so clever in everything, besides her popularity! She
is really worth while. You don't mean vou are serious in not liking
her?"

" I am!" P. B. No. 1 could not keep a certain sense of her own
power from stealing into the two nasty little words.

Followed a long discussion.—P. B. didn't have to be Bobby's closest
chum—you couldn't like all the girls the same!—Bobby surely
wouldn't harm the chapter's honorable name?

To all of which P. B. No. 1 finally replied as a final squelcher,
" W e l l — I don't like her, can't like her, never will like her! That's
a l l ! " and settled back stubbornly in her corner.

"Doesn't the fact that so many of us want her, and that we've
rushed the poor girl to death alter your verdict any?"

"One cannot let personal feeling and appeal enter into so lasting
a proposition ! Why,—it's for all time!"

General collapse of the chapter.

The clock's hands pointed to 9 o'clock, but for once nobody had to
get home early. Gallant escorts waited without in vain. The year's
battle was on.