Transcriber's Note: Inconsistent hyphenation and spelling in the original document have been preserved. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Italic text is denoted by _underscores_ and un-italicized text by =equal signs=. SMITH COLLEGE STORIES SMITH COLLEGE STORIES TEN STORIES BY JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS MCM _Copyright, 1900, by Charles Scribner's Sons_ _D. B. Updike, The Merrymount Press, Boston_ _To my Mother, who sent me to college, I offer these impressions of it._ _J. D. D._ PREFACE If these simple tales serve to deepen in the slightest degree the rapidly growing conviction that the college girl is very much like any other girl--that this likeness is, indeed, one of her most striking characteristics--the author will consider their existence abundantly justified. J. D. D. CONTENTS I _The Emotions of a Sub-guard_ 1 II _A Case of Interference_ 37 III _Miss Biddle of Bryn Mawr_ 67 IV _Biscuits ex Machina_ 85 V _The Education of Elizabeth_ 123 VI _A Family Affair_ 151 VII _A Few Diversions_ 205 VIII _The Evolution of Evangeline_ 247 IX _At Commencement_ 279 X _The End of It_ 321 THE FIRST STORY _THE EMOTIONS OF A SUB-GUARD_ I THE EMOTIONS OF A SUB-GUARD Theodora pushed through the yellow and purple crowd, a sea of flags and ribbons and great paper flowers, caught a glimpse of the red and green river that flowed steadily in at the other door, and felt her heart contract. What a lot of girls! And the freshmen were always beaten-- "Excuse me, but I _can't_ move! You'll have to wait," said some one. Theodora realized that she was crowding, and apologized. A tall girl with a purple stick moved by the great line that stretched from the gymnasium to the middle of the campus, and looked keenly at Theodora. "How did you get here?" she asked. "You must go to the end--we're not letting any one slip in at the front. The jam is bad enough as it is." Theodora blushed. "I'm--I'm on the Sub-team," she murmured, "and I'm late. I--" "Oh!" said the junior. "Why did you come in here? You go in the other door. Just pass right in here, though," and Theodora, quite crimson with the consciousness of a hundred eyes, pulled her mackintosh about her and slipped in ahead of them all. Oh, _here's_ to Ninety-_yellow_, And her _praise_ we'll ever _tell_--_oh_, Drink her _down_, drink her _down_, drink her _down_, _down_, _down_! the line called after her, and her mouth trembled with excitement. She could just hear the other line: