small boy stalks down the hallway of Franklin K. Lane. The dejected expression
on his face shows that he is merely a member of the lowest class in
school-a freshman. He looks longingly at a group of boys joking and
laughing. His position, however, forbids his joining them.
a slight smile breaks upon the face of the boy. What has aroused our melancholy
friend? Ah, 'tis a member of the fair sex who rapidly approaches to his
right that has excited him so. Her long black hair is flung over her
shoulders. Her grace£ul step carries her in front of our young friend.
Her perfume has intoxicated him for he stands erect peering at this
beauty. It is love at first sight for him. He must meet this beauty. So he
hoists up his dungarees, and with a smile worn only on special occasions
he advances bravely.
gleaming eyes and a pounding heart, he slinks to her side and with lips
screwed up tight like those of a gangster says, "Hiya babe. Where ya
been all my life?" The startled girl turns her head and stares at the
queer specimen at her side. A suppressed giggle turns into a ringing laugh
which echoes throughout the hall.
freshie looks down and sees a large blue and grey senior button hanging
from her books. He turns his reddened face and hurries down the hall
lonelier than ever, laughter still ringing in his ears.