. First the seniors sang a college song, then the juniors, then the
sophomores, and then the freshmen. After each song, the other classes
cheered the singers, except when the sophomores and freshmen sang: they
always "razzed" each other. Hugh led the freshmen, and he never failed
to get a thrill out of singing a clear note and hearing his classmates
take it up.

After each class had sung three or four songs, the boys gathered in the
center of the lawn, sang the college hymn, gave a cheer, and the sing
was over.

On such nights, however, the singing really continued for hours. The
Glee Club often sang from the Union steps; groups of boys wandered arm
in arm around the campus singing; on every fraternity steps there were
youths strumming banjos and others "harmonizing": here, there,
everywhere young voices were lifted in song--not joyous nor jazzy but
plaintive and sentimental. Adeline's sweetness was extolled by unsure
barytones and "whisky" tenors; and the charms of Rosie O'Grady were
chanted in "close harmony" in every corner of the campus:

"Sweet Rosie O'Grady,
She's my pretty rose;
She's my pretty lady,
As every one knows.
And when we are married,
Oh, how happy we'll be,
For I love sweet Rosie O'Grady
And Rosie O'Grady loves me."

Hugh loved those nights: the shadows of the elms, the soft spring
moonlight, the twanging banjos, the happy singing. He would never, so
long as he lived, hear "Rosie O'Grady" without surrendering to a tender,
sentimental mood; that song would always mean the campus and singing
youth.

Suddenly examinations threw their baleful influence over the campus
again. Once more the excitement, but not so great this time, the
cramming, the rumors of examinations "getting out," the seminars, the
tutoring sections, the nervousness, the fear.

Hugh, however, was surer of himself than he had been the first term, and
although he had no reason to be proud of the grades he received, he was
not particularly ashamed of them.

He and Carl left the same day but by different trains. They had agreed
to room together again in Surrey 19; so they didn't feel that the
parting for the summer was very important.

"You'll write, won't you, old man?"

"Sure, Hugh--surest thing you know. Say, it don't seem possible that our
freshman year's over already. Why, hell, Hugh, w