Molly Brown's Freshman Days

"Mrs. Anna Oldham, the famous suffragette, will speak in the gymnasium on Saturday afternoon, at four o'clock, on 'Woman's Suffrage.' All those interested in this subject are in...

The next day was always a chaotic one in Molly's memory--a jumble of new faces and strange events. At breakfast she made the acquaintance of the freshmen who were staying at Que...

Just how this came about no one could exactly say. She could not have been accused of electioneering for herself, and yet she made an impression somehow and had won the election...

How many warm-hearted, impetuous people get themselves into holes because of those two qualities which are very closely allied indeed; and Molly Brown was one of those people. C...

There are few lonelier and more dismal experiences in life than Christmas away from home for the first time. Molly felt her heart sink as the great day approached. One morning a...

Nance was still sound asleep when Molly crept from her bed and dressed herself. It was a dismal cold morning. A fine snow was falling and she shivered as she tied a scarf around...

Just about this time a new figure appeared at Wellington College. She was known as "inspector of dormitories," and her office was mainly sanitary, and did not infringe on the du...

The train drew up at a platform, and as if by magic a stream of girls came pouring out of the pretty stucco station with its sloping red roof and mingled with another stream of...

Molly beat and kicked on the door wildly. Then she called again and again but her voice came back to her in a ghostly echo through the dim aisles of the cloistered walk. She sat...

Molly turned up at the Beta Phi House about five o'clock the next evening. She wore a blue linen so that if any grease sputtered it would fall harmlessly on wash goods, and in o...

It was several days before the G. F.'s had an opportunity to practise any of their new resolutions on Frances Andrews. The eccentric girl was in the habit of skipping meals and...

Molly was seated on her bed, in the midst of a conglomerate mass of books and clothes, chewing the end of a pencil while she knitted her brows over a list of names.

Molly Brown was the youngest member of a numerous family of older brothers and sisters. Her father had been dead many years, and in order to rear and educate her children, Mrs....

It was quite the custom at Wellington for girls to prepare breakfasts on Sunday morning in their rooms. There was always the useful boneless chicken to be creamed in one's chafi...

Busy days followed the sophomore-freshman ball. The girls were "getting into line," as Judy variously expressed it; "showing their mettle; and putting on steam for the winter's...

It was announced on the bulletin board as the "Harboard-Snail Football Game," and was, in fact, a grand burlesque on a game played not long before between two university teams.

"I tell you things do hum in this college!" exclaimed Judy Kean, closing a book she had been reading and tossing it onto the couch with a sigh of deep content.

With the wonderful powers of recuperation which natures like Molly's have, on Sunday morning she was up and dressed, almost dancing about her room in the infirmary, long before...

Therefore, when the two-fifteen pulled into Wellington station, our three freshmen, together with Margaret Wakefield heading a deputation from the Freshman Suffrage Club, and Mi...

The words of this stirring song floated in through the open windows at Queen's one warm night in early June. Moonlight flooded the campus, and the air was sweet with the perfume...

"This is like having a bedroom _salon_," exclaimed Molly with a hospitable smile to some dozen guests who adorned the divans and easy chairs, the floor and window sills of her r...

"I'm beginning to feel that we shall issue happily out of all our troubles," cried Judy Kean, bursting into her friends' room without knocking, "and the reason why I feel that w...

Miss Steel was a very busy woman that afternoon. She was shut up with Judy Kean for half an hour; she visited the livery stable in the village, she paid a call on Dr. McLean and...