Senior. Trying to get up some new and original kind of a Thanksgiving party for the school.
Sophomore. You darling! (embraces her)
Freshman. We were afraid you had forgotten.
Senior. (rises and joins others) I wish I could forget for a while but they made me chairman of the committee so I have to get up something. If I can't think of anything better we'll have an ordinary spread and get just what everybody likes.
Sophomore. Grand! Welsh rarebit for me.
Freshman. I want chocolate éclaires.
Senior. We ought to ask one of the Juniors too, that wouldn't be enough variety.
Sophomore. Ask Laurine.
Senior. Where is she?
Freshman. She told me she was going to study her Chaucer.