Puffy-eyed students with that homeward gleam in their eyes suffered a post-examination relapse last night when representatives of all nations and the American Legion came marching and walking down Mass. avenue to the strains of "We're a Bunch of--"
The blue-book gloom and the lecture-hall mold was scattered to the four winds, when instead of hearing the liturgical voice, entoning "gentlemen, you have five more minutes." they saw drum majorettes tripping down the pavement with a stately following.
Carried away by the joyful scene, all thoughts of "Reinhardt" were dispelled from the bosoms of the on-lookers in spite of the fact that the major portion of local police force was parading in the martial turmoil.
On being asked to judge at a Beer can derby on Plympton street, one lissome baton wielder replied, "I'll betcha say that to all the gals."