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Page 7
Miss Thompson paused. Nora cast a significant look toward Jessica, who sat
directly opposite her, while Julia Crosby fidgeted nervously in her seat,
and felt suddenly ill at ease.
"Good-natured rivalry between classes," continued Miss Thompson, "has
always been encouraged, but ill-natured trickery is to be deplored. A
matter has come to my ears which makes it necessary for me to put down
with an iron hand anything resembling such an evil.
"You are all aware that I have been very willing to grant the use of the
gymnasium to the various teams for basketball practice, and have tried to
divide up the time as evenly as possible. Two days ago I gave the members
of the sophomore team permission to use the gymnasium for practice. No
other team had any right whatever to disturb them, yet I understand that
another team did commit that breach of class etiquette, drove the rightful
possessors from the room and occupied it for the remainder of the
afternoon. The report brought to me says that the young women of the
sophomore team conducted themselves with dignity during a most trying
situation."
Miss Thompson turned suddenly toward the junior section.
"The members of the junior basketball team will please rise," she said
sternly.
There was a subdued murmur throughout the section, then one after another,
with the exception of Julia Crosby, the girls rose.
"Miss Crosby," said the principal in a tone that brooked no delay, "rise
at once! I expect instant obedience from every pupil in this school."
Julia sulkily rose to her feet.
"Miss Crosby," continued Miss Thompson, "are you not the captain of the
junior team?"
"Yes," answered Julia defiantly.
"Did you go to Professor Cole for permission to use the gymnasium last
Thursday?"
"Yes."
"Why did you not come to me?"
Julia hung her head and made no reply.
"I will tell you the reason, Miss Crosby," said the principal. "You
already knew that permission had been granted the sophomore team, did you
not?"
"Yes," said Julia very faintly.
"Very well. You are guilty of two serious misdemeanors. You purposely
misrepresented matters to Professor Cole and deliberately put aside my
authority; not to mention the unwomanly way in which you behaved toward
the sophomore team. Every girl who aided and abetted you in this is
equally guilty. Therefore you will all learn and recite to me an extra
page in history every day for two weeks. The use of the gymnasium will be
prohibited you for the same length of time, and if such a thing ever again
occurs, the culprits will be suspended without delay. You may be seated."
The dazed juniors sank limply into their seats. The tables had been turned
upon them with a vengeance. A page of history a day was bad enough, but
the loss of the gymnasium privilege was worse. The opening game was only
two weeks off, and they needed practice.
Julia Crosby put her head down on her desk and wept tears of rage and
mortification. The rest of the girls looked ready to cry, too.
The first bell for classes sounded and the girls picked up their books. At
the second bell they filed out through the corridor to their various
recitation rooms. As Grace, who had stopped to look for a lost pencil,
hurried toward the geometry classroom, she passed Julia Crosby, who was
moping along, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief. Julia cast an angry
glance at Grace, and hissed, "tale-bearer."
Grace, inwardly smarting at the unjust accusation walked on without
answering.
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