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We

'll

--

clear

--

the

--

track

--

as

--

we

--

go

--

back

--

Going

--

back

--

to

--

Nas-sau

--

Hall

!

"

Amory

closed

his

eyes

as

the

ghostly

procession

drew

near

.

The

song

soared

so

high

that

all

dropped

out

except

the

tenors

,

who

bore

the

melody

triumphantly

past

the

danger-point

and

relinquished

it

to

the

fantastic

chorus

.

Then

Amory

opened

his

eyes

,

half

afraid

that

sight

would

spoil

the

rich

illusion

of

harmony

.

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He

sighed

eagerly

.

There

at

the

head

of

the

white

platoon

marched

Allenby

,

the

football

captain

,

slim

and

defiant

,

as

if

aware

that

this

year

the

hopes

of

the

college

rested

on

him

,

that

his

hundred-and-sixty

pounds

were

expected

to

dodge

to

victory

through

the

heavy

blue

and

crimson

lines

.

Fascinated

,

Amory

watched

each

rank

of

linked

arms

as

it

came

abreast

,

the

faces

indistinct

above

the

polo

shirts

,

the

voices

blent

in

a

paean

of

triumph

--

and

then

the

procession

passed

through

shadowy

Campbell

Arch

,

and

the

voices

grew

fainter

as

it

wound

eastward

over

the

campus

.

The

minutes

passed

and

Amory

sat

there

very

quietly

.

He

regretted

the

rule

that

would

forbid

freshmen

to

be

outdoors

after

curfew

,

for

he

wanted

to

ramble

through

the

shadowy

scented

lanes

,

where

Witherspoon

brooded

like

a

dark

mother

over

Whig

and

Clio

,

her

Attic

children

,

where

the

black

Gothic

snake

of

Little

curled

down

to

Cuyler

and

Patton

,

these

in

turn

flinging

the

mystery

out

over

the

placid

slope

rolling

to

the

lake

.

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Princeton

of

the

daytime

filtered

slowly

into

his

consciousness

--

West

and

Reunion

,

redolent

of

the

sixties

,

Seventy-nine

Hall

,

brick-red

and

arrogant

,

Upper

and

Lower

Pyne

,

aristocratic

Elizabethan

ladies

not

quite

content

to

live

among

shopkeepers

,

and

,

topping

all

,

climbing

with

clear

blue

aspiration

,

the

great

dreaming

spires

of

Holder

and

Cleveland

towers

.

From

the

first

he

loved

Princeton

--

its

lazy

beauty

,

its

half-grasped

significance

,

the

wild

moonlight

revel

of

the

rushes

,

the

handsome

,

prosperous

big-game

crowds

,

and

under

it

all

the

air

of

struggle

that

pervaded

his

class

.

From

the

day

when

,

wild-eyed

and

exhausted

,

the

jerseyed

freshmen

sat

in

the

gymnasium

and

elected

some

one

from

Hill

School

class

president

,

a

Lawrenceville

celebrity

vice-president

,

a

hockey

star

from

St.

Paul

's

secretary

,

up

until

the

end

of

sophomore

year

it

never

ceased

,

that

breathless

social

system

,

that

worship

,

seldom

named

,

never

really

admitted

,

of

the

bogey

"

Big

Man

.

"

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