bouquet" of daffodils with a border and
streamers of violets.

"Here's to Dr. Hinsdale, he's the finest man within hail!
Drink him down, drink him down, drink him down, down, down!"

sang the sophomores.

"There is a team of great renown,"

began the freshmen lustily. What did the sophomores mean by clapping so?
Ah! Miss Andrews was opening a door.

"They're coming!" cried Betty eagerly.

"Only the sophomore subs," amended the junior next to her. "So please
don't stick your elbow into me."

"Excuse me," said Betty hastily. "Oh Helen, there's Katherine!"

Through the door at one side of the stage the freshman subs were coming,
through the other the sophomores. Out on the floor of the gym they ran,
all in their dark blue gym suits with green or purple stripes on the
right sleeves, tossing their balls from hand to hand, throwing them into
the baskets, bouncing them adroitly out of one another's reach, trying
to appear as unconcerned as if a thousand people were not applauding
them madly and singing songs about them and wondering which of them
would get a chance to play in the great game. In a moment a little
whistle blew and the subs found their places on the edge of the stage,
where they sat in a restive, eager row, each girl in readiness to take
the field the moment she should be needed.

The door of the sophomore room opened again and the "real team" ran out.
Then the gallery shook indeed! Even the freshmen cheered when the mascot
appeared hand in hand with the captain. He was a dashing little Indian
brave in full panoply of war-paint, beads, and feathers, with fringed
leggins and a real Navajo blanket. When he had finished his grand entry,
which consisted of a war-dance, accompanied by ear-splitting war-whoops,
he came to himself suddenly to find a thousand people staring at him,
and he was somewhat appalled. He could not blush, for Mary Brooks had
stained his face and neck a beautiful brick-red, and he lacked the
courage to run away. So he waited, forlorn and uncomfortable, while the
freshman team rushed in, circling gaily about a diminutive knight in
shining silver armor, with a green plume. He marched proudly, but with
some difficulty, for his helmet was down and his sword, which was much
too long for him, had an unbecoming tendency to trip him up. When his
hesitating steps had brought him to the middle of the gymnasium, the
knight, apparently perceiving the Indian for the first time, dropped h