Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

arriving I was greeted by my confederates with remarks to the effect “I thought you’d gone home”.  Of course I was disconcerted by such a depreciating remark, but soon forgot it in the excitement that followed and besides, perhaps they had every reason to believe that, for I had told no one of my intention of putting up a pennant and had stayed away quite awhile.  On looking up to see what the excitement was about, I perceived a dark flapping piece of cloth, which I took for a Senior pennant from the attitude of both sides.

Now came the real struggle of the evening, of which we made an utter failure in one sense of the word and a triumph in another.  At Days exhoration we formed, what in football was recently called the “flying wedge”