The Girls of Central High on the Stage; Or, The Play That Took The Prize

The Morses were completely settled in their little house before school opened. Jess had had a busy vacation, but aside from her ride on Chet's and Lance's _Blue Streak_ she had...

There was a rustle of expectancy--upon the girls' side, at least--at Assembly on Monday morning. Rumors of the prize offered for the best play written by a girl of Central High...

As the girls were laughing over this story of Bobby Hargrew's, Eve Sitz came up briskly. Laura and Jess were near at hand, and in a moment a group of the Juniors who always "tra...

Before morning old Jack Frost snapped his fingers and the whole world was encased in ice. The sidewalks were a glare, the trees, and bushes, to their tiniest twig, were as britt...

The last few days before the first performance of "The Spring Road" was a whirl of excitement for most of the girls of Central High, and all those belonging to the M. O. R.'s. o...

Bobby Hargrew, her arm still in a sling, seized Jess Morse by the wrist and "tiptoed" along the corridor of the second wing of Central High, where the small offices were located...

"Well, old Molly-grubs, I've got to leave you here," said Bobby Hargrew, pinching the arm of Jess. "You're certainly down in the mouth to-night. I never saw you so before. I'd l...

But Jess had had ample warning. There would be something important heard from Gee Gee if she neglected the regular work of her classes to devote time and thought to that wonderf...

When Jess came out of the house there was a group of her schoolmates--and not all of them boys--at the foot of the Whiffle Street hill. Being towed by Chet's big kite had became...

In spite of the bright lights illuminating the windows of the M. O. R. house--and many other larger and finer houses at that end of Whiffle Street--outside it was dark and drear...

The M. O. R. house was alight from cellar to garret. It was the first big reception of the winter and followed closely the end of the first basketball trophy series and the foot...

Jess's eyes were almost blinded by tears when she went back to her seat. But they were angry tears. The unkind suspicion and accusation of the teacher cut deeply into the girl's...

Governor Street was just as dirty and squalid as any other tenement-house street in the poorer section of a middle-class city. The street-cleaning department had given up all ho...

But when Jess got home--and Mrs. Prentice took her there in the car, but would not come in herself--she had hard work to satisfy her mother that such a change as this opportunit...

Alice Long, who was Short and Long's sister, was entertaining some of the girls when Jess Morse came into the recreation hall with something her little brother Tommy had said.

Behind the scenes just before the curtain rose upon the first act of "The Spring Road" there was such a bustle, and running about, and whispering, and excited signals and fragme...

Laura Belding was a particularly frank, outspoken girl, and when she met Lily Pendleton that Saturday night at the rehearsal of Jess's play, she came out "flat-footed," as her c...

"I consider it a very unfair decision--unfair in every particular," proclaimed Lily Pendleton, after school. "Why, he did not even _mention_ 'The Duchess of Dawnleigh.' I can't...

The snow still mantled the ground, and the coasting and ski running remained very popular sports with the girls and boys of Central High. But a day's hard rain, with a sharp fro...

The girls, who were nearest the end of the lake, watched Patrick and the old hog in amazement. The boys came down from the far end with a chorus of yells and laughter.

The New Year had ushered in the first big fall of snow--and it kept coming. Every few days, for the following fortnight, snow fell until Centerport's street-cleaning department...

The moon, hanging low upon the horizon, was young but brilliant. The air was so keen and clear that without the help of the moonlight it seemed as though the stars must have flo...

Mrs Prentice would have turned away from the gate of the Morse cottage and gone her homeward way, too, had she not heard a cackling little "ahem!" behind her. There was the wize...

She was not naturally of a mean disposition; but she was excited, and the explanation Griff had given her of the loss of the purse had seemed to her unimaginative mind "far-fetc...

The event had certainly come to a startling climax. Even Lily herself, writing a dozen "Duchess of Dawnleighs," could not have imagined quite so serious a situation to balk the...