Judith and Grazia were punctuating their flight with such broken sentences as the above. They had not yet discovered the whereabouts of their candidate, and there were precious few moments left to accomplish that important task without which success, their election would promptly be declared null and void. “Now, let us draw our breath, and incidentally our common sense,” advised Judith, coming to a sudden halt. “If she is not in her room, I know she is not in college; if she is not in college then where is she?” reasoned the much perplexed young lady. “Let’s ask Molly. She was brushing up the halls when supper room let loose.” This seemed an opportune suggestion from Grazia. “Yes, there was a telephone, girls, and yes, it was for Miss Allen and yes, I saw her go out.” Molly did not wait long enough to be cross examined. “Which way? Did she walk? Did you hear her answer the phone?” Molly with her dustpan and broom was further besieged. From the meager information thus obtained it was plain Jane had left the grounds. Despair, thick and black, settled over the erstwhile politicians. “But she could soon be back,” offered the sympathetic Molly. “Hark! There’s a car now.” The door opened slightly, and the portal framed a figure in blue! With a wild rush the committee of two dashed to the door. “Jane! Jane Allen!” called both, verifying their suspicion with a tug at the now shrinking Jane. “You are elected!” predicted Judith. “Come right along, and accept. Resign later if you must, but accept now or we are lost.” “One moment——” panted Jane. It was evident she had been experiencing some trouble. She was flushed and excited. “We haven’t the moment,” insisted Judith. “They are waiting for us with the votes held up. Come on, Jane. Be a sport!” and like two young giants the hitherto ordinary girls assumed the role of baggage men and picked up Jane bodily, carrying her off to the expectant election room. “Clear the way! She comes! Lo! The conquering hero comes!” shouted the crowd at the first glimpse of the triumphant entry. “Are you ready for the question?” called the election clerk, taking up her delayed cue with alacrity. “Question!” went up a shout. “The result of the ballot is the unanimous election of Jane Allen, president of Class 1920!” Wild cheers completely submerged Oak Hall charging the atmosphere like a veritable tidal wave. The first great rush and roar over, the still billowing tide surged and splashed into the inevitable class yell: “I know a girl and her name is Jane, A reebald, ribald rowdy; The second verse is just the same, A reebald, ribald rowdy!”