Central High blossomed forth in Jess Morse's play, the M.O.R.s had given several playlets,

smaller affairs, had determined to stage "a real play." Nellie Agnew, the doctor's daughter, and secretary of the club, ha

f the school faculty had agreed to let the girls act, and the big hall, or auditorium, could be used for the product

"all the teachers have got to come and interfere. We can't do a sol-i-ta-ry thi

or Dimp pokes his nose into

ide of his Latin and physics he do

e boys say he's gone into the dr

ed Dora, smiling. "

aving a woman in his sitting-room, I guess. She sits and sews with him in th

for them. The next morning in one of the physics classes the professor opened his book, and there were the lost

laughed

mple grabbed them up and said right out loud: 'Oh, here they are, El

n," said Dorothy

eachers desired to have their opinions considered. The girls would not have minded Mr. Sharp. Indeed, th

control of the girls of the school. At least, the girls came in

had been teaching unruly girls for so many years that she was to a degree quite sou

sy girl. Margit Salgo's father, a Hungarian Gypsy musician, had married Miss Carrington's sister, much against the desire of Miss Grace Gee Carrington herself. When the orphaned M

on of fly-away Bobby Hargrew) she was much inclined to interfere in the girls' affairs. On

rest the school in general and our parents and friends likewise, meets, I am sure, with the approval of us all. Some of our young ladies, I feel quite sure

ig, if she were to be martyred for i

ockwood, on the other side of the doctor's dau

dard of Central High lowered by the acting of a play that would cater only to the amusement-loving crowd. It should be educational. We should achieve in

lmost interrupting the staid teacher, "we want to make money for

Carrington stiffly. "We have our stand

the people something that will amuse them so that they will crowd the auditorium. Otherwise our object will not

ctor, quick for argument at any time. "Have you young

Jess Morse, "that my mother is

t she could not fail to hear some of the others made by the girls. There wa

the principal. "We are an educational institution here on the hill. If we were giving a class play, or anything li

benefit of the Red Cross fund, and what will benefit that fund the

t his assistant. "We must let the actors choose their own play--as long as it is a proper one--and

king her up!"

oil on the troubled wa

e is determined to throw sand in the gears

ion the one to be acted. There was but brief time to learn the parts and the acting directions. But Mr. Mann, who had directed them in other plays, sai

a parlor comedy with bright lines, some farcical turns to the plot, but a play of sufficient

d Miss Carrington, breaking out again. "

was skimming through some of the dialogue.

, Miss Carrington. It--i

hasis she dared show in the presence of the princ

r? If we do, I want to play old Julius. He dies in the first act. The rest

s not a recitation and she could not easily punish the girl. She shoo

ressed girl, as they all crowded out of the schoolhouse after th

ra. "Not when it is

ct was," said Jess morosely. "She

ped her chum, "you are pos

him," admitted Jess Mor

'sides' will be here day after tomorrow, and Mr. Mann will look us over and give out the parts that after

n help it," growled Bobby