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booth Mrs. Dorrance was running and you know
we girls were all invited out there for a fete
they had on her big lawn. But Peggy, I think
it's just as well for Betty to stick with the old
crowd. Chet, too, will be in the university next
year. He has to make hay while the sun shines.
I feel sorry for Chet if Betty doesn't like him
as much as he likes her."

"Don't worry about Chet, Carolyn. Likely
enough he'll meet some girl at the university
and Betty will be the one to miss our senior
boys. I think I know one or two juniors, though,
that won't' be so sorry when that bunch of
boys has gone."

"Of course. If they didn't go, then we
wouldn't be seniors. I hope the teams won't
suffer."

Baseball, the "senior exams," the excitement
of the approaching commencement, little social
affairs of clubs and groups, more elaborate en-
tertainments, assemblies in the auditorium that
no one wanted to miss -- all these and more filled
the days.

There was a general rejoicing and excitement
one day when great loads of handsome books
were delivered at the school and a rush occurred
at all possible moments to get a copy of the
annual Lyon High _Star._ It was the custom to

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