CHAPTER VI
Apple Hazing
Girls of various sizes, types, and descriptions were hurrying into the building, and their clothes, of all colors, gave a luster otherwise lacking in the dull, sand-colored structure. The freshmen were easily distinguished from the other students by the fact that they were all carrying or scanning yellow cards which told them in what rooms to report for their first classes.
Sim was surprised to see Arden and Terry still outside the hall.
“I thought you had to hurry in to class,” she said, hoping they wouldn’t notice her broken nails.
“Wrong number,” remarked Terry. “We went in and were told to come back in fifteen minutes, so we came up for air.”
“Where were you?” asked Arden, glancing sharply at Sim.
“Oh—just walking around. I think I’m about in time for my class. Let’s go in.”
The three found they were to be separated for the morning session though the first class in the afternoon would find them in the same room for English literature.
“And we must try to sit together,” called Arden to Sim and Terry as they parted.
Inside the hall all was confusion. Girls were running hither and yon. Stairways were crowded with students going up or coming down, and all were excited. Doors were suddenly pushed open by uncertain freshmen and again by oversure sophomores. The latter, in a spirit of fun, several times sent a poor “frosh” up to the top floor when she should have remained on the first.