The millenium has arrived at last. Tonight is the night that put the Time in Pastime. At the hour of nine the Seniors will flock fraternally to the Union, there to spend the evening in friendly festivity and genial gratulation. This will be the last chance for many years to come for the Seniors to meet on an informal footing members of the Upper Class. For when he is an office boy at five per he will no longer have Class, but will merely be one of the masses.
Besides all this, which is clever but not convincing, don't forget that a note of distinction will be added by the First Corpse Cadot Band, which will not play the dead March from Saul though of course such a proceeding would be a good joke. For those who do not care there will be all sorts of other forms of amusement from a banana peeling contest to an exhibition of Old Masters.