Away from snow-buried Hanover, N. H. on week-end jaunts last week went eight Dartmouth members of Theta Chi. Nine were left behind in the big, white fraternity house. Uneventful as ever was their Saturday night of bridge, radio, talk. Soon after midnight two friends who had dropped in went home. One by one the students drifted upstairs to bed.
In the night one of them heard a dull boom from below. He knew what that meant. Someone had banked the furnace fire too heavily and a puff of exploding coal gas had blown open the...
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