"For I'm to be Queen of St. Patrick's Ball," reflected Miss Mary Louise Butterfield proudly in her sorority house at the
University of Missouri one day last week. How gay and glamorous the affair would be, the big annual ball of the Engineering School! How red-blooded and stalwart the engineers, who stride the campus daily in corduroys and stout boots, seemingly oblivious to the admiring glances of the coeds! A fig for their rivals the law-students, who garb themselves nattily, strut with walking sticks! Mary Butterfield hummed gaily, her thoughts on the triumph, that...
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