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“Oak Hall we never shall forget, No matter where we roam; It is the very best of schools, To us it’s just like home! Then give three cheers, and let them ring Throughout this world so wide, To let the people know that we Elect to here abide!” |
Loud and clear over the cool air sounded the song, and it was sung several times. Then, just as the car rolled into the grounds of the school, the boys gave one of the Hall yells, and Dave honked the horn of the automobile loud and long.
“Hello! It’s the Porter crowd!”
“Welcome to our city!”
“How about Cave Island, Dave! Did you bring it with you?”
“Heard you caught Jasniff and Merwell, Roger. Good for you!”
“Say, Phil, you’re as sunburnt as if you’d been to the seashore for a summer.”
So the talk ran on as half a dozen students flocked up to the car. The afternoon session was over, and despite the chilliness many lads were out on the campus. Many knew the girls—having met them at some athletic games and at a commencement—and those that did not were glad of a chance for an introduction.
“I am real glad to see you back, boys,” said Doctor Hasmer Clay, the head of the institution, as he appeared and shook hands. “Glad to see you, Mr. Porter, and also the young ladies,” he added. “So you came all the way by automobile, eh? It must have been a delightful trip.”