At New Haven the boys stormed out of Woolsey Hall full of fire and the love of Old Eli. They swarmed across the Green, lifted a heavy wooden booth off the Courthouse steps as if it were a match box, dumped it in the middle of the trolley tracks.
At Princeton, at 7 a.m., Harvard's big band piled out of its special train on the weed-covered tracks below the station, began its tootling march across Old Nassau's campus. Out from the dormitories spilled Princeton men in pajamas. A few ex-G.I.scarried rifles. They got...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
