The whistle blew and the first half was over.

The score stood 9 to 0 in favor of the enemy.

The last two points had been presented to the juniors.
Up in the gallery discussion ran rife.

The admirers of the juniors were loud in their praise of the superior ability of the team.

The junior class, who were sitting in a body at one end of the gallery, grew especially noisy, and were laughing derisively at the downfall of the sophomores.
Miss Thompson was puzzled.
"I cannot imagine what ails my sophomores," she said to the teacher next to her.