A thoughtless pre-Lenten frolic on a Shrove Tuesday morning one hundred years ago in old New Orleans. Through the gumbo mud, the open ditches, along the plank sidewalks, under the street lanterns, paraded seven drunken students, back from their schools in France. As they whirled past the colonial guard station, a startled guardsman gave pursuit to the celebrators, chased them pell-mell down into the Old Quarter, by the Place D'Armes, past the St. Louis Cathedral, along streets lined with white houses embroidered with iron balconies.
On they went in and out to...
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