Gathered almost under the windows was a throng of sophomores, their upturned faces just visible in the darkness.
"O Fresh! O Fresh!" "Want to come down ?" "Why don't you jump ?" These gibes were followed by cheers for "'04" and loud groans.

Neil turned and faced his angry classmates.
"Look here, fellows," he said, "we don't want to have to yell for the janitor with those sophs there; that's too babyish.

The key's in the outside of the lock.

I think I can get down all right by the ivy, and I'll unlock the door if those sophs will let me.

If two or three of you will follow I guess we can do it all right." "Bully for you!" "Plucky boy!" cried the audience.