“Twelve to seven.”
“Whose favor?”
“The Pennacooks’.”
“Come on, Kennebecs!”
“Wake up, girls; don’t let ’em beat us!”
“Did everybody serve? Begin all over? All right; I don’t want to cheat.”
“That’s the way, keep it up; send it back.”
“Out.”
It is volley ball, in which two of the six teams are playing. Back and forth flies the big ball. Like the flag, it must not touch the ground. Girlish figures run hither and thither, strike the ball and send it flying over the net to the opposite side, where the performance is repeated. Good spirit prevails. They are playing to win, for the sake of the team and for personal reasons as well; but however eager or disappointed they may feel, no one shows ill will. Pride and camp spirit prevent that. Sometimes it is a little hard to accept the hindrances which the little girls or the less experienced ones offer, but as a rule these are coached and encouraged by the rest of the team. A good play is applauded by both sides.
“Now try it, June. That’s it. Put a little more strength into it next time. Hit it hard and send it a little higher. You get another turn. Toss it up and then bang away!”