ook reviews. Presently only the ticking of
the clock on the book shelves broke the stillness. Both girls had
plunged into work with a will. Edith's soft pencil was already flying
over the sheets.

"Flowing easily and lightly," Molly thought, smiling as she turned a
page.

For more than half an hour they worked in silence. At last Molly, having
selected from the reviews the ones she considered best for publication,
leaned her chin on her hand and closed her eyes. How peaceful it was in
this little office, and how nice to be with Edith who went at her
work--this kind of work--with force and swiftness.

Rap, rap, rap, came the sound of knuckles on the door, while some one
shook the knob and the voice of Judy called:

"Let me in, let me in, girls, I've got something to show you that will
make your blood boil."

"Run away, we're awfully busy," answered Edith, who kept the door to the
private office locked.

"I tell you it will make your blood boil with rage and fury," went on
the extravagant Judy. "As editors of the _Commune_, everybody calls on
you to resent an insult to college. Please let me in," she pleaded.

Molly opened the door and her impetuous friend rushed in, waving a
newspaper.

"Be calm, child. Don't take on so. Sit down and tell us easily and
lightly and flowingly what's the matter," she said.

"Look at this base, libelous article," Judy ejaculated, spreading the
paper on the table.

With an expression of amused toleration as of one who must bear the
whims of a spoiled child, Edith drew the paper in front of her while
Molly and Judy seated themselves on the arms of her chair and read over
her shoulders.

The first things that caught their eyes were the pictures: drawings of
wildly disheveled beings in gymnasium suits playing basket ball and
hockey. One picture, also, represented a blousy looking young person in
a sweater, carrying a bundle of linen under one arm and a bottle of milk
under the other. In still another this same blousy model was yelling
"Hello" to her twin sister across the page. They saw her again in the
drug store dissipating in chocolate sundaes; and once more, chewing gum;
hobnobbing with the grocery boy, too, or perhaps it was the baggage man
or the postman. The article occupied a full page under flaring
headlines:

"THE PRESENT DAY COLLEGE GIRL, NO LONGER A PLEASING FEMININE
TYPE. SHE IS VULGAR, AGGRESSIVE, SLANGY. COLLEGES FOR GIRLS THE
RUIN OF AMERICAN HOMES--S