Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

how appropriate it was, were started yelling, as a salute to our hostess:
     “Seniors! Seniors! Rah! Rah! Rah!” each time saying it a little faster, a little faster, until it was nothing but a jumble of sounds. Thus we marched up on the porch, stamping and yelling, thus we entered, talking and laughing, and thus we beheld them – grinning and snickering – the Juniors and Freshmen. For a few moments we didn’t know what to do – we were so taken aback. There they sat, + in the parlor, grinning and expectant, and among them our hostess. Had she invited them? we asked each other, or again, had they come of their own accord? Under cover of taking off our raps, we loitered out in the living room and consulted. If Marylee had asked them, why then we would have to stand for it, but if they had “butted-in,” why then out they must go. Finally we decided to stay in the living room by our-selves, and leave them severely to them-selves. A few of us, however, asked Mary Lee, if we could throw them out. She didn’t care, she said. In we marched and began to talk. The nature of our conversation can be understood from the following gems: