Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

of their plans and feelings that they had in carrying their triumph thru (sic passim)I had no way of knowing - that is, I was on the outside now; our own feelings I might tell about, but it would be much more eloquent to express in the one word - chagrin!

Shortly after the burning of the colors, I became implicated in a knot of Sophomore girls and before I could escape, I had in my possession a sophomore pennant, while they had in their possession a promise from me to put it up if possible.

Wishing to get it over with (for I foresaw that something was about to be “doing” further down Lundy St) I recruited the only sophomore