Bøger af Josephine Chase

"Grace Harlowe's Sophomore Year at High School" is an ancient coming of age and novel story book written by Josephine Chase. The book is about in an immoderate organization and follows Grace Harlowe, the protagonist, thru her adventures and trials at some degree inside the course of her 2nd three hundred and sixty-5 days. As Grace navigates the complicated worldwide of younger human beings, the story dives into friendship, loyalty, self-discovery, and private increase. Grace's thoughts-set and thoughts-set on existence are formed by manner of the use of the usage of a selection of sports activities, starting from academic expectancies to interactions with others and personal interests. The author, Josephine Chase, correctly expresses the surroundings of adolescent life through illustrating viable humans and modern occasions that readers are familiar with. Grace's revel in takes readers on a mental rollercoaster as they see her successes, losses, and moments of self-reflected photograph. Chase's writing style is active and approachable, making the book suitable for a massive sort of greater youthful readers. With its interesting story and properly-superior characters, "Grace Harlowe's Sophomore 3 hundred and sixty-5 days at excessive university" gives each amusement and precious life instructions.

"The Khaki Boys at Camp Sterling" from Josephine Chase. Author of the popular Grace Harlowe series of 27 books for girls (-1931).

"The Khaki Boys at Camp Sterling" by Josephine Chase is an engaging novel set during World War I that follows the adventures of a group of young men who join the war effort. This story is part of a series that highlights the experiences and heroism of the Khaki Boys.Set in the backdrop of the war, the narrative unfolds as the Khaki Boys, a close-knit group of friends, arrive at Camp Sterling for their military training. Each character brings their unique background and personality to the story, and readers are given insight into their individual journeys as they transition from civilians to soldiers.Throughout the novel, the Khaki Boys face various challenges and trials as they prepare for their roles in the war. They undergo rigorous training, form strong bonds of friendship, and find themselves tested both physically and emotionally. The story also explores the impact of the war on their families and loved ones back home.As the Khaki Boys venture into the battlefield, they encounter the harsh realities of war, including danger, loss, and the enduring spirit of camaraderie. The novel portrays the sacrifices made by soldiers and their unwavering dedication to their country."The Khaki Boys at Camp Sterling" is not only an exciting war story but also a tribute to the bravery and resilience of those who served during World War I. It offers readers a glimpse into the lives of young men who faced the challenges of war with courage and patriotism, making it a compelling read for those interested in historical fiction and wartime narratives.

"What am I going to do without you, Marjorie?" Mary Raymond's blue eyes looked suspiciously misty as she solemnly regarded her chum. "What am I going to do without you, you mean," corrected Marjorie Dean, with a wistful smile. "Please, please don't let's talk of it. I simply can't bear it." "One, two-only two more weeks now," sighed Mary. "You'll surely write to me, Marjorie?" "Of course, silly girl," returned Marjorie, patting her friend's arm affectionately. "I'll write at least once a week."

"Tomorrow evening at this time I'll be back in my old room at Hamilton. Tonight, the Country of College seems very far away. Tomorrow, it will be Sanford that seems so." Marjorie Dean smiled frankly up into Hal Macy's rather sober face. The strains of a slow waltz were throbbing to an harmonic end. Hal and his sister Jerry were giving a farewell hop in honor of the five Lookouts who were to return to Hamilton College the next day. Hal was thinking, as he looked down at Marjorie's lovely, upraised face that no one, not even her father and mother, would miss her as he should.

"Oh, dear! I wish Jerry would come home! I want to see her! I've always missed her terribly during vacations, but this summer I've missed her more than ever. I'm simply starved for a sight of her dear jolly face! Here it is, the twenty-fourth of August, and no Jerry Jeremiah Geraldine Macy!" Marjorie Dean had addressed this little series of wistful remarks to no one in particular. She stood at one of the long French windows of the living room, her nose flattened against the pane, little-girl fashion, watching a very wet outdoors.

"Only to think, next week, at this time, I'll be saying good-bye to you, Mary Raymond." Marjorie Dean's brown eyes rested very wistfully on the sunny-haired girl beside her in the big porch swing. "You know now, just how dreadfully I felt two years ago when I had to keep thinking about saying good-bye to you," returned Mary in the same wistful intonation.

"Remember; we are to begin with the 'Serenata.' Follow that with 'How Fair Art Thou' and 'Hymn to Hamilton.' Just as we are leaving, sing 'How Can I Leave Thee, Dear?' We will fade away on the last of that. Want to make any changes in the programme?" Phyllis Moore turned inquiringly to her choristers. There were seven of them including herself, and they were preparing to serenade Marjorie Dean and her four chums.

"Come on in, Connie. The water's fine!" invited Marjorie Dean, beckoning with one round, dripping arm to the girl on the sands, while with the other she kept herself lazily afloat. The sun of a perfect August morning poured down upon the white beach, dotted here and there with ambitious bathers, who had grasped Time firmly by his venerated forelock, and fared forth with the proverbial early bird for a morning dip in a deceitfully dimpled and smiling sea.

"Marjorie! Marjorie Dean!" The black-eyed girl in the runabout accompanied her high-pitched call by a gradual slowing down of the smart little car she was driving. The dainty, white-gowned figure on the sidewalk tilted a white parasol over one shoulder and turned a pair of startled brown eyes in the direction of the voice. "Why, Mignon, I didn't know you were home from Severn Beach! How do you do?" Advancing to the runabout, Marjorie Dean stretched forth a white-gloved hand.

"Hamilton, at last!" Marjorie Dean's utterance expressed her satisfaction of the journey's near end. "Yes; Hamilton, at last," repeated Muriel Harding. "This September it doesn't matter a particle whether or not we are met at the station. We are sophomores. We know what to do and where to go without the help of the celebrated Sans Soucians." Muriel's inflection was one of sarcasm.

"Who is the new girl in the class?" asked Miriam Nesbit, flashing her black eyes from one schoolmate to another, as the girls assembled in the locker room of the Oakdale High School. "Her name is Pierson; that is all I know about her," replied Nora O'Malley, gazing at her pretty Irish face in the looking glass with secret satisfaction. "She's very quiet and shy and looks as if she would weep aloud when her turn comes to recite, but I'm sure she's all right," she added good naturedly. For Nora had a charming, sunny nature, and always saw the best if there was any best to see.

"Now, then, everyone join in the chorus," commanded Hippy Wingate. There was an answering tinkle from Reddy's mandolin, the deeper notes of a guitar sounded, then eight care-free young voices were raised in the plaintive chorus of "My Old Kentucky Home." It was a warm night in September. Miriam Nesbit and seven of the Eight Originals were spending a last evening together on the Harlowes' hospitable veranda. They were on the eve of separation. The following day would witness Nora's and Jessica's departure for the conservatory. Grace and Miriam would return to Overton at the beginning of the next week, and the latter part of the same week would find the four young men entered upon their senior year in college.

"The skies must smile and the sun must shine When Semper Fidelis goes out to dine," sang Arline Thayer joyously as she rearranged her sofa pillows for the eighth time, patting each one energetically before placing it, then stepping back to view the effect. "Aren't you glad every one's here, and things have begun to happen again, Ruth?" she asked blithely. "I hope no one disappoints us. I wish this room were larger. Still, it held eighteen girls one night last year. Don't you remember my Hallowe'en party, and what a time we had squeezing in here?"

"Grace Harlowe, do you realize what an indulgent husband you have?" demanded Elfreda Briggs severely. "Why, of course I do," replied Grace, giving her companion a quick glance of inquiry. "Why this sudden realization of the fact on your part!" "I was thinking of the really desperate journey we are about to undertake-the journey across the desert that lies just beyond the Cactus Range you can see over yonder," answered Miss Briggs, as she gazed out through the open window of their hotel at Elk Run, to the distant landscape to which she had referred. "What I am curious about is how Tom ever came to consent to your attempting such an adventure."

The foothills of the Kentucky Mountains echoed to the strains of a rollicking college song, as Grace Harlowe's Overland Riders rode into a laurel-bordered clearing and dismounted to make their first camp of this, their third summer's outing in the saddle. Only one of the party remained on his mount. This one was Washington Washington, the colored boy that they had taken on at Henderson to be their man of all work, guide and assistant cook, for Washington had declared that, "Ah knows more 'bout de mountings dan any oder niggah in Kaintuck." On his own recommendation, Grace and her party had accepted him. Washington, however, already had shown a love of leisure that was not wholly in keeping[] with his further recommendation for activity, and, instead of assisting the girls of the Overland unit to unload their ponies, the boy sat perched on the pack mule that he had been riding, playing a harmonica, swaying in his saddle in rhythm with the music, and rolling the whites of his eyes in ecstasy.

"Oh, there goes Grace Harlowe! Grace! Grace! Wait a minute!" A curly-haired little girl hastily deposited her suit case, golf bag, two magazines and a box of candy on the nearest bench and ran toward a quartette of girls who had just left the train that stood puffing noisily in front of the station at Overton. The tall, gray-eyed young woman in blue turned at the call, and, running back, met the other half way. "Why, Arline!" she exclaimed. "I didn't see you when I got off the train." The two girls exchanged affectionate greetings; then Arline was passed on to Miriam Nesbit, Anne Pierson and J. Elfreda Briggs, who, with Grace Harlowe, had come back to Overton College to begin their second year's course of study.

"Now, David, you know that I know that you don't know what I know. Therefore, if I know that you don't know what I know you don't know, it's very plain to be seen that either you or I know very little. Now, which of us is a know-nothing? Don't be afraid to confess. Remember, we are your friends." Hippy Wingate beamed benevolently upon his victim, bland expectation written on his plump face. "No real friend of mine would ever take such cowardly advantage of the English language," was David Nesbit's scathing retort. "I'll leave it to Grace if I'm not right." "There, Grace. At last you have an opportunity to strike for the right. I believe in striking a valiant blow for the right--" "So do I," cut in Reddy Brooks decisively. "There is no time like the present. There couldn't be a better place. Away out here in this sequestered spot no one will hear your frenzied yells for help." Reddy rose determinedly from the steps of the old Omnibus House and made a nimble spring toward the loquacious prattler.

"Do you remember what you said one October day last year, Grace, when we stood on this platform and said good-bye to the boys?" asked Anne Pierson. "No, what did I say?" asked Grace Harlowe, turning to her friend Anne. "You said," returned Anne, "that when it came your turn to go to college you were going to slip away quietly without saying good-bye to any one but your mother, and here you are with almost half Oakdale at the train to see you off to college." "Now, Anne, you know perfectly well that people are down here to see you and Miriam, too," laughed Grace. "I'm not half as much of a celebrity as you are."

"Oakdale won't seem like the same place. What shall we do without you?" exclaimed Grace Harlowe mournfully. It was a sunny afternoon in early October, and Grace Harlowe with her three chums, Anne Pierson, Nora O'Malley and Jessica Bright, stood grouped around three young men on the station platform at Oakdale. For Hippy Wingate, Reddy Brooks and David Nesbit were leaving that afternoon to begin a four years' course in an eastern college, and a number of relatives and friends had gathered to wish them godspeed. Those who have read "Grace Harlowe's Plebe Year at High School" need no introduction to these three young men or to the girl chums. The doings of these merry girls made the record of their freshman year memorable indeed. The winning of the freshman prize by Anne Pierson, despite the determined opposition and plotting of Miriam Nesbit, also aspiring to that honor, Mrs. Gray's Christmas party, the winter picnic that ended in an adventure with wolves, and many other stirring events furnished plenty of excitement for the readers of that volume.

"Grace Harlowe's Return to Overton Campus" from Josephine Chase. Pseudonym for American author Josephine Chase (unknown-1931).

"Anne, you will never learn to do a side vault that way. Let me show you," exclaimed Grace Harlowe. The gymnasium was full of High School girls, and a very busy and interesting picture they made, running, leaping, vaulting, passing the medicine ball and practising on the rings. In one corner a class was in progress, the physical culture instructor calling out her orders like an officer on parade. The four girl chums had grown somewhat taller than when last seen. A rich summer-vacation tan had browned their faces and Nora O'Malley's tip-tilted Irish nose was dotted with freckles. All four were dressed in gymnasium suits of dark blue and across the front of each blouse in letters of sky-blue were the initials "O.H.S.S." which stood for "Oakdale High School Sophomore." They were rather proud of these initials, perhaps because the lettering was still too recent to have lost its novelty.

"Next to home, there is really nothing quite so satisfying as our dear old High School!" exclaimed Grace Harlowe, as she entered the locker-room and beamed on her three friends who stood near by. "It does seem good to be back, even though we have had such a perfectly glorious summer," said Jessica Bright. "We are a notch higher, too. We're actually juniors. This locker-room is now our property, although I don't like it as well as the one we had last year." "We'll get accustomed to it, and it will seem like home inside of two weeks," said Anne Pierson philosophically. "Everything is bound to change in this world, you know. 'We must put ourselves in harmony with the things among which our lot is cast.'"

Josephine Chase's "Grace Harlowe's Overland Riders in the High Sierras" plunges readers into an exhilarating adventure with Grace Harlowe and her companions. The narrative unfolds against the majestic backdrop of the High Sierras as the Overland Riders embark on a journey that tests their skills, courage, and bonds of friendship.Set in the wilderness, the story follows the Overland Riders as they face the challenges of the rugged terrain and navigate the untamed wilderness. The characters confront not only natural obstacles but also mysteries and conflicts that arise in their surroundings.The novel explores themes of resilience, self-discovery, and the camaraderie that flourishes in times of adversity. As the Overland Riders rely on their resourcefulness and teamwork, they forge lasting connections and uncover hidden truths."Grace Harlowe's Overland Riders in the High Sierras" captures the spirit of exploration and the thrill of discovering new horizons. Josephine Chase's storytelling immerses readers in a world of excitement and suspense while celebrating the strength of individuals who venture into the unknown.