The wizened Upperclassman wearily emerged from the subway kiosk in the Square, and stepped unexpectedly into the waiting arms of a '49er. He paused, and the hours-old Freshman promptly took his bag and offered to show him the "campus." "It's easy, once you get the hang of it," he said, with a knowing air.
Not the one to dampen such Boy Scout enthusiasm, the Upperclassman tagged along, nodding appreciatively at the mention of O.H. and the Bick. But Adams House was more inviting than a Freshman dorm, so finally he unmasked. '49 retreated in embarassed disorder.