Ye voters at the school election, I beg you'll look in my direction; I hate to boast and brag, but yet For once I'm blowing my own trumpet. Now don't you think in me you'd find A candidate suited to your mind? No bookworm I, but fond of sports, Hockey or games of other sorts; At acting I can run the show, And play my part, as well you know. At meetings all your wants I'd state, And make a speech at the debate. I'd back in all scholastic storms The interests of the Lower Forms. A zealous leader I should be, So when you vote, please remember me! I hope these verses you will pardon, And choose me for the Lower School Warden. "What do you think of it?" asked Dorothy. "I made it up during the history lesson, and wrote it on my knee under the desk. One wants something rather different from other people's, and I thought perhaps no one else would have a rhyming address." "It's not bad," commented Mavie, "but you do brag." "I've apologized for it. One must state one's qualifications, or what's the use of being a candidate? Look at Val's notice--she calls herself the hockey champion." "No one takes Val too seriously. I don't believe she's the ghost of a chance, though she did win the cup last season. One needs more than that for a warden; brains count as well as muscles." "I know; that's why I tried poetry." "Please don't call that stuff poetry. Half of the lines won't scan." There was a pucker between Dorothy's dark eyebrows as she snatched back her literary bantling. "I don't suppose that matters. Everybody isn't so viper-critical," she retorted. "Shall I pin it up here or in the gym.?" "It will be more seen here; but I warn you, Dorothy, I don't think the girls will like it." "Why not?" "Well, it's clever enough, but it's cheeky. I'm afraid somehow it won't catch on. If you take my advice, you'll tear it up and just write 'Vote for Dorothy Greenfield' instead." But taking other people's advice was not at present included in Dorothy's scheme of existence; she much preferred her own ideas, however crude. "I'll leave it as it is," she answered loftily. "It can't fail to attract attention anyhow." "As you like. By the by, if you're going round canvassing, there's been a new----" But Dorothy did not wait to listen. She was annoyed at Mavie's scant appreciation of her poetic effort; and having manifested her independence by pinning the offending verses on the notice board, she stalked away, trying to look nonchalant. She was determined to use every means at hand to ensure success, and her best plan seemed to be to go round personally soliciting votes.