THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-ELEVEN 189
(SENIOR CLASS SUPPER)
HEN I brought our banner up to hang on Pembroke I met Miss Patterson in the
hall. ‘‘ Well,” she said, “that banner’s getting pretty dirty; you'll have to
be getting a new one soon.” I started in horror, for I knew how 1911 would feel
if we had to give up our carefully cherished banner, that banner which so rarely has been
allowed to feel the sun’s rays upon it. Like other delicate flowers, it has been kept
within, away from the elements, and I felt it my duty, especially after Miss Patterson’s
remarks, to see that it did not stay out long this time. '
But you know it isn’t very easy to be funny about basket-ball when we were beaten.
We have, however, a great consolation in having been beaten by a class with a spirit like
1913’s. It may be childish to talk or think about “sporting spirit” at our advanced age,
