Anne had composed the song the week before.

The juniors had all received copies of the words and had learned them by heart.

They now sang with the utmost glee, and came out particularly strong on the chorus, which ran: "The juniors forever, hurrah, fans, hurrah! Our team is a winner, our captain's a star.
And we'll drive the senior foe, from the basket every time.
Shouting the war cry of the juniors." There was a great clapping of hands from the admirers of the juniors at this effort, but the seniors promptly responded from the other end of the gallery to the tune of Dixie, with: "The seniors are the real thing.
Hurrah! Hurrah! Our gallant team now takes its stand, And all the baskets soon will land.
We shout, we sing, the praises of the seniors." Hardly had the last notes died away, when the referee blew the whistle and the teams hustled to their positions.

Grace and Julia Crosby faced each other, beamed amiably and shook hands, then stood vigilant, eyes on the ball that the referee balanced in her hands.

Up it went, the whistle sounded and the two captains sprang straight for it.