Chapter, Cranston University."
Gamma Pi Tri Eps are looking forward to a year bustling with excitement. Last year, you remember, they received many honors. For the second year in a row, glamorous Leda Taylor, a Tri Epsilon junior, was voted campus queen. Good luck this year, Leda, and may you cap all awards again for the name of Epsilon Epsilon Epsilon.
"No one can deny it," a voice said behind Mitch, "Leda is a beautiful girl."
Mitch turned and faced Marsha. "A very beautiful girl," Marsha continued. "Do you like rooming with her, Mitch?"
"Yes, I do. She's been swell to me." "Did you have a good time last night? You went out with Bud Roberts, didn't you? And Leda and Jake?"
"Yes, I did. I'm sorry we were late. It was my fault."
"Your fault, Mitch?"
"Yes, I got sick coming back. We had to stop."
"I see." Marsha thought for a moment, her hands folded demurely, and then she sat down beside Mitch. "Look, Susan, I hate to be the bossy president that starts right in advising pledges, but remember something for me, will you?"
"Certainly, Marsha."
"Leda has many ideas that some of us —that I don't agree with. If there are any that you don't agree with, will you come and talk to me about them?"
"Yes, I will. I didn't like my date too well, but I shouldn't have had all that beer. I guess I'm old enough to take care of myself."
"I won't say any more, Mitch. I just want you to know that I'm here to help the pledges. I don't think Leda was wise to have you date Bud Roberts during blind-date week. You see, Kitten, our social chairman, tries very hard to arrange a suitable date for each pledge. Someone your own age —usually a fraternity pledge who is as new to college as you are."
"Oh," Mitch said. "I didn't understand. Leda said it would be all right so long as Bud was a fraternity man."
"You will go along on a blind date tonight, won't you, Mitch? One of Kitten's. All the other pledges are enjoying it tremendously."
"Yes," Mitch answered, "I will. I'm sorry about last night."
Mitch wandered out of the suite down the stairs to the porch, where some of the girls were playing bridge. She recognized a few of them as pledges, because they wore the pink and blue ribbons too, but she did not know them.
"… and so I told him," a short girl with jewel-studded rims on her large-framed glasses was saying, "that as far as I was concerned, he was the blindest date I'd' ever had."
"Robin!" Marybell Van Casey looked horrified. "He was an Omega Phi. They're a big fraternity, sweetie, and Tri Ep can't afford to run around insulting their pledges. You be careful."
"Well, I don't care. I hate those big oafs that maul you around as though you were a punching bag. I just won't take it."
There was a tense silence. Marybell looked across the table significantly at Kitten Clark. Robin was due for a conference with the social chairman.
* * *
Mitch sat next to Robin Maurer at the pledge meeting that afternoon. Jane Bell was the pledge director. She had an extensive background in directing and leading and counseling. In grammar school she had been the monitor in the cloakroom, and later, a junior counselor at a summer camp for girls. She was a Texan and an Army brat, and her speech was peppered with such phrases as "team spirit," "pulling together," "giving it all we've got," and "sticking in there." Whenever a date gave Jane trouble toward the end of an evening, Jane always looked him squarely in the eye and said, "Now, look — don't get out of line, son!"
"I guess that's all. How about you girls? Any questions?"
A girl in a plaid dress raised her hand. "Is it true," asked, "that we can only date fraternity men?"
Jane cleared her throat and looked treacherously serious. "That question always comes up among new pledges. Well, girls, all I can say is that you have joined a sorority because you have found that you're in with a gang you can be mighty proud of. Most men join fraternities for the same reason. They want to pick a bunch that
Gamma Pi Tri Eps are looking forward to a year bustling with excitement. Last year, you remember, they received many honors. For the second year in a row, glamorous Leda Taylor, a Tri Epsilon junior, was voted campus queen. Good luck this year, Leda, and may you cap all awards again for the name of Epsilon Epsilon Epsilon.
"No one can deny it," a voice said behind Mitch, "Leda is a beautiful girl."
Mitch turned and faced Marsha. "A very beautiful girl," Marsha continued. "Do you like rooming with her, Mitch?"
"Yes, I do. She's been swell to me." "Did you have a good time last night? You went out with Bud Roberts, didn't you? And Leda and Jake?"
"Yes, I did. I'm sorry we were late. It was my fault."
"Your fault, Mitch?"
"Yes, I got sick coming back. We had to stop."
"I see." Marsha thought for a moment, her hands folded demurely, and then she sat down beside Mitch. "Look, Susan, I hate to be the bossy president that starts right in advising pledges, but remember something for me, will you?"
"Certainly, Marsha."
"Leda has many ideas that some of us —that I don't agree with. If there are any that you don't agree with, will you come and talk to me about them?"
"Yes, I will. I didn't like my date too well, but I shouldn't have had all that beer. I guess I'm old enough to take care of myself."
"I won't say any more, Mitch. I just want you to know that I'm here to help the pledges. I don't think Leda was wise to have you date Bud Roberts during blind-date week. You see, Kitten, our social chairman, tries very hard to arrange a suitable date for each pledge. Someone your own age —usually a fraternity pledge who is as new to college as you are."
"Oh," Mitch said. "I didn't understand. Leda said it would be all right so long as Bud was a fraternity man."
"You will go along on a blind date tonight, won't you, Mitch? One of Kitten's. All the other pledges are enjoying it tremendously."
"Yes," Mitch answered, "I will. I'm sorry about last night."
Mitch wandered out of the suite down the stairs to the porch, where some of the girls were playing bridge. She recognized a few of them as pledges, because they wore the pink and blue ribbons too, but she did not know them.
"… and so I told him," a short girl with jewel-studded rims on her large-framed glasses was saying, "that as far as I was concerned, he was the blindest date I'd' ever had."
"Robin!" Marybell Van Casey looked horrified. "He was an Omega Phi. They're a big fraternity, sweetie, and Tri Ep can't afford to run around insulting their pledges. You be careful."
"Well, I don't care. I hate those big oafs that maul you around as though you were a punching bag. I just won't take it."
There was a tense silence. Marybell looked across the table significantly at Kitten Clark. Robin was due for a conference with the social chairman.
* * *
Mitch sat next to Robin Maurer at the pledge meeting that afternoon. Jane Bell was the pledge director. She had an extensive background in directing and leading and counseling. In grammar school she had been the monitor in the cloakroom, and later, a junior counselor at a summer camp for girls. She was a Texan and an Army brat, and her speech was peppered with such phrases as "team spirit," "pulling together," "giving it all we've got," and "sticking in there." Whenever a date gave Jane trouble toward the end of an evening, Jane always looked him squarely in the eye and said, "Now, look — don't get out of line, son!"
"I guess that's all. How about you girls? Any questions?"
A girl in a plaid dress raised her hand. "Is it true," asked, "that we can only date fraternity men?"
Jane cleared her throat and looked treacherously serious. "That question always comes up among new pledges. Well, girls, all I can say is that you have joined a sorority because you have found that you're in with a gang you can be mighty proud of. Most men join fraternities for the same reason. They want to pick a bunch that
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