This was a yearly event, and meant more to the freshmen than almost any other class celebration, for the sophomores, having thrown off freshman shackles, took a lively hand in the affairs of the members of the entering class.

It was sophomores who under pretense of sympathetic interest wormed out of unsuspecting freshmen their inmost secrets and gleefully spread them abroad among the upper classes.

It was also the sophomores who were the most active in enforcing the standard that erring freshmen were supposed to live up to.
The junior and senior classes as a rule allowed their sophomore sisters to regulate the conduct of the newcomers at Overton, only stepping in to interfere in extreme cases.
Grace and her friends had met nearly all the members of the sophomore class at the freshman dance, but in reality they had very few acquaintances among them that bade fair to become their friends.
"I don't suppose we'll have the honor of being escorted to the reception by sophomores," remarked Grace several evenings before the event, as she and Miriam strolled out of the dining room.

"We'll have to go in a crowd by ourselves and look as though we enjoyed it." "Why not stay at home ?" yawned Miriam.

"I'm not as over-awed at the idea of this affair as I might be." "No," replied Grace, shaking her head.