to light it, and then swung it aloft.  We had made an oversight in allowing Day to have the pole: for he is the shortest fellow in the crowd.  The result of this almost proved disastrous, for he could not quite reached the colors; and the poll were the gasoline rag was tied was exceedingly thin and apt to burn off.  Indeed, I had scarcely seized the pole from him (I am one of the tallest) and applied it to the pennant, when the end did burned off.  But the colors were lighted and with three of the faculty watching us in a boarding house behind us, we exultingly watched the last bits of crimson + gold disappear in crimson flame!
     From then on, as Day said things began to go our way.  But that evening we had an adventure, which