GRACE MEETS A DISTINGUISHED CHARACTER June had come, bringing with it the trials and tribulations of final examinations.

The days grew long and sunny.

Roses nodded from every bush, but the pupils of Oakdale's two High Schools were far too busy to think about the beauty of the weather.

Golf, tennis, baseball and other outdoor sports were sternly put aside, and the usual season of "cramming" set in.
Young faces wore an almost tragic expression, and back lessons were reviewed with desperate zeal.
Grace Harlowe had crammed as assiduously as the rest, for a day or two.
She was particularly shaky on her geometry.

She went over her theorems until she came to triangles, then she threw the book down in disgust.
"What's the use of cramming ?" she said to herself.