THE PEOPLE: Rah, Rah, Rah .

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.s—carried rifles. They got...

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