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crow at night, across a country township. A big French horn,
next door, sent forth a tremendous rallying cry, and a deep basedrum
farther up street boomed a hearty promise of support.

There was noise of swift running, descents down dark stairways,
and hurrying feet on the sidewalks. Instantly, unpremeditated,
spontaneous, the "pee—rade" was under way, winding up the Row,
back down Salvatierra, gathering strength in noise and numbers at
every step. The din of cowbells, shouts and drums echoed from
every corner of the Campus, as recruits started for the central body.

Suddenly, with a sputtering and flicker, the lights glowed, dark-
ened, and burned again, with a sure, strong light.

Quickly, as it had come, the noise ceased; the "pee—rade" dis-
banded—each turning homewards, with a good natured taunt to
some suddenly recognized friend. The Co-eds hastily withdrew
from their now lighted windows and quiet ruled, undisturbed. The
Campus again had but one thought—study.

HELEN DICKINSON, T ex-'12.