"There are two girls on the sophomore and three on the freshman team whose basketball ardor will have to cool until after the mid-year exams." "You might know that some of those silly freshmen would get into trouble," said Nora scornfully.
"'Twas many and many a year ago, In an age beyond recall, That Nora, the freshman, lowly sat At one end of the study hall." recited Anne Pierson in dramatic tones.
There was a burst of laughter from the girls at this effusion, in which Nora herself joined.
"What a delicate way of reminding me that I once was a freshman!" she exclaimed.
"Anne has a new accomplishment," said Grace.

"She can spout poetry without trying." "Small credit is due me," said Anne, smiling.

"Anyone can twist 'Annabel Lee' to suit the occasion." "By the way, Anne," said Grace, "as you are a poet, you must compose a basketball song to-day, and I'll see that the juniors all have copies.
It's time we had one.

Let me see what would be a good tune ?" "'Rally Round the Flag,'" suggested Miriam Nesbit.

"That has a dandy swing to it." Grace hummed a few bars.
"The very thing," she exclaimed.