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80 Tnere was rain for two days before the game, but on Friday night the clouds broke. A full moon seemed to shine them away, and the whole campus rejoiced with great enthusiasm. Most of the alumni got drunk to show their deep appreciation to the moon, and many of the undergraduates fol¬ lowed the example set by their elders.

All Friday afternoon girls had been arriving, dozens of them, to attend the fraternity dances. One dormitory had been set aside for them, the nor¬ mal residents seeking shelter in other dormitories. No man ever objected to resigning his room to a girl. He never could tell what he would find when he returned to it Monday morning. Some of the girls left strange mementos. . ..

No one except a few notorious grinds studied that night. Some of the students were, of course, at the fraternity dances; some of them sat in dormi¬ tory rooms and discussed the coming game from every possible angle; and groups of them wandered around the campus, peering into the fraternity houses, commenting on the girls, wandering on hum¬ ming a song that an orchestra had been playing, oc¬ casionally pausing to give a “regular cheer’’ for the moon.

Hugh was too much excited to stay in a roon*; so with several other freshmen he traveled the campus. He passionately envied the dancers in the fraternity houses but consoled himself with the