A nearly full moon lustered the magnolias blooming along the University of Virginia's esplanade. The air was heavy with honeysuckle. When the commencement german* ended, Virginia men and their young ladies thought of the traditional 20-mile drive to Afton Gap to see the sun rise. But there was no gas.
The german itself had not been very gay. Midway through the evening only 14 couples (their dress informal), several hound dogs circulated in the Jefferson-designed Rotunda.
In nearby Lynchburg the sod was fresh on the grave of William G. Suhling, former captain-elect of...
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