ELFREDA REALIZES HER AMBITION Midyears, a season of terror to freshmen, a still alarming period to sophomores, but no very great bugbear to the two upper classes, came and went.

During that strenuous week the usual amount of midnight oil was burnt, the usual amount of feverish reviewing done, and the usual amount of celebrating indulged in when the ordeal was passed.
"Don't forget the game to-morrow," said J.Elfreda Briggs to the girls at her end of the breakfast table one morning in early March.

"The only one this year in which the celebrated center, Miss Josephine Elfreda Briggs, will take part.

Sounds like a grand opera announcement, doesn't it?
Maybe it hasn't taken endless energy to keep that team together and up to the mark.

But our captain is a hustler and we are marvels," she added modestly.
"I need no bard to sing my praises," began Miriam mischievously.
"I didn't say 'I,'" retorted Elfreda.