It was a beautifully clear morning and John Hardy sent his big car speeding over the paved road at a fast pace. They were in Newton in ample time to drive around the university grounds and have a leisurely lunch before going to the office of the dean of women to take the first steps in registering.
The campus of Corn Belt U. was lined with stately elms that had watched over the destiny of the school for more than three quarters of a century. The main buildings were of Indiana limestone with a few of the older ones of red-faced brick, now well covered with a rich growth of English ivy.
Janet knew that she would enjoy going to school here. There was a spirit of calm and dignity about the campus that appealed to her.
At lunch they talked of plans for school and of what they would take.
“I’m going to get all of the dramatics and English I can absorb,” declared Helen. “Perhaps a little history, too.”
“How about you, Janet?”
“I think my major courses will be journalism, and perhaps just a little in the way of dramatics.”
“Not thinking about going back to Hollywood and joining Billy Fenstow’s company when you’re through, are you?” chided the director.
“Well, I might have that idea in mind if no newspaper will take me on as a reporter,” conceded Janet.
Luncheon over they went directly to the administration building where, after a short wait, they were ushered into the office of the dean of women.