To Grace Harlowe and Miriam Nesbit was given the principal credit for this latest victory.

Grace's goal toss had been a record-breaker.

Never had a freshman been known to make such a toss.
Now that the excitement was over, Grace felt suddenly weak in the knees.
She started for a seat at the side of the gymnasium, but before she reached it there was a rush from the freshman class.

Her classmates lifted her to their shoulders and began parading about the gymnasium floor, singing: "Nineteen---- is looking sad, Tra la la, Tra la la, I wonder what has made her mad, Tra la la, Tra la la, Her coaching was in vain, The freshman team has won again, Little sophomores, run away, Come again some other day." Then there followed a song that brought a shout of laughter from hundreds of throats, and one in which the sophomores did not join: Backward, turn backward, O ball in your flight, Why did you drop in the basket so tight?
Sadly the sophomores are rueing the day They asked the freshmen in their yard to play, Sophomore banners are hung at half mast, Sophomore tears they are falling so fast, Sophomore faces are turned toward the wall, Sophomore pride has had a hard fall.
Grace had been seized and carried around and around the gymnasium on the shoulders of her exulting classmates, who sang lustily as they marched, then gently deposited her in the dressing room.

Miriam also had received that honor.