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Jane Allen: Right Guard

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chuckle. Jane smiled, then frowned. "Honestly, Judy, I'd give almost anything if she weren't at our table. I don't mind her not speaking to any of us. But she always listens to every word we say and acts as if she was storing it up for future reference. Even Dorothy feels the strain." "It's too bad," sympathized Judith. "There's only one consolation. When it gets too much on your nerves you can always fall back on Rutherford Inn." "I'm going to fall back on it to-night," decided Jane suddenly. "Let's have a dinner party." "Can't go. I am the proud possessor of one dollar and two cents," Judith ruefully admitted. "This is to be _my_ party," emphasized Jane. "I haven't touched my last check yet. I've been too busy studying to partify. Now don't be a quitter, Judy. I want to do this." Jane had observed signs of objection on Judith's good-humored face.
Our Profession and Other Poems

OUR PROFESSION AND OTHER POEMS. BY JARED BARHITE, Principal of Third Ward Grammar School, Long Island City, N. Y. PUBLISHED BY WILLIAM E. BARHITE, 270 Freeman Avenue, Long Island City, N. Y. 1895.
"All right," yielded Judith. "Go ahead. I'll give a blow-out when my check comes. It'll be here next week." "We'll invite Norma, Dorothy, Adrienne, Ethel, Mary, Christine Ellis, Barbara Temple, and oh, yes--Alicia Reynolds. We mustn't forget Alicia." "Yes, she needs a little recreation," grinned Judith. "Chained to the ignoble Noble! What a fate for a good little soph! Some roommate!" "You'd better be careful about the pet name you're so fond of giving that girl," warned Jane, laughing a little in spite of her admonition. "You know your failing. You'll say it some time to someone without thinking. Then little Judy will be sorry." "Oh, I only say it to you and Imp," averred Judith cheerfully. "You're both to be trusted." "If we're going to have the party to-night we'll have to hurry up about it. How are we going to get word to Alicia? I hate to go to her room on account of Miss Noble. And what about Christine and Barbara?" Jane laid down her book and rose from her chair. "I'll go over to Argyle Hall and invite them. Tell Ethel to go in and invite Alicia," suggested Judith. "She's almost as obliging as I am. She rooms next to Alicia and our noble friend. It will be only a step for