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In short, somehow we all managed to stagger through the winter, always with
the mirage of spring holiday ahead. The night before that event the Proscenium
Club, with the assistance of Lincoln School, presented what was undoubtedly the
most ambitious production it has undertaken to date, namely, Booth Tarkington’s
The M an From H om e. It appeared to be received well by a capacity audience.

Spring had changed the appearance of the School when we returned, and she
seemed to hint of pleasant times to come in the remainder of our stay. The sharp
crack of baseball bats foretold future triumphs on the diamond, the tennis team got
under way, and the track team began its season on the cinder oval. The evenings
lengthened until study hall was set ahead, and the welcome ice cream wagon, a sure
harbinger of spring, put in its appearance. Spring fever, in short, took its toll, par­
ticularly in the classroom. The end of our school career was well in view, but we
continued to fiddle while College Boards loomed.

And now we have completed our short backward glance. We have had a great
twelve years, and we have lived it to the hilt. It is only fitting that we should now
give way to our successors.

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