What those juniors need is a good, sound thrashing.

That being utterly out of the question, the only thing to do is to whitewash them at basketball." "Three cheers for the valiant sophomores!" cried Nora, "On to victory! Down with juniors!" The cheers were given with a will, and by common consent the crowd of girls moved on down the corridor that led to the locker room.
The sophomore locker room was the particular rendezvous of that class in general.

Here matters of state were discussed, class gossip retailed, and class friendships cemented.

It was in reality a sort of clubroom, and dear to the heart of every girl in the class.

To the girls in their present state of mind it seemed the only place to go.