THE SOPHOMORE BALL It was the night of the sophomore ball.

For a week past the class had been making preparations.

The gymnasium had been transformed into a veritable bower of beauty.

Every palm in Oakdale that could be begged, borrowed or rented was used for the occasion.

Drawing rooms had been robbed of their prettiest sofa cushions and hangings, to make attractive cosy corners in the big room.
The walls were decorated with evergreens and class banners, while the class colors, red and gold, were everywhere in evidence.