"GOD HAVE MERCY ON US!"

The truce is over. A short period of preparation is left to the Military Corps to reenforce the shaky entrenchments and to roll the projectile-laden caissons to the front zone. Frightened recruits with a weakened morale await the attack side by side with hardened veterans bearing their ancient battle honors on the regimental standards. The estimable old lady of Mr. Auburn street again plays a relief role for Molly Stark, cramming the nervous soldiery with essentials and priming them with the finer point sof trench warfare. Last-minute instructions are issued by the tactical division as the coming campaign is planned in the small hours of the morning. All is quiet on the university front.

The attack begins. The opposing generalissimos launch their offensive catapulting skillfully-wrought missives from a secluded operating base. For ten days the bombardment continues. Attacks are met with desperate counter-attacks, flashes of individual heroism rival the instances of insubordination, sallies vie with sorties.

At last the order is given to cease firing and Peace comes to the student army. Leave is granted. For a brief spell it is Goodbye to all that!