"There's a 20-year old graduate in 1914 and a 78-year old," smiled Helen. "Where are the 1914's?" she asked, looking about her.
"They don't march with the rest; they gather at the Golden Gate at the lower end of St. Paul's Grove," explained Tom. "The best thing for you to do if you want to see all the different parts of the procession is to watch the start-off here and then rush down the hill to the Chancellor's cottage and see him fall into the line with the Marshal of the Day as his escort. Then go to the Grove and see the class pass through the Gate and up the steps of the Hall of Philosophy, and then hang around the outskirts until they come out and march to the Amphitheatre for the address."
Helen followed Tom's advice, waving her hand to Dorothy and Della among the Flower Girls, kodaking Dicky in the Guard of Honor, and standing with the Hancocks while her mother and grandmother and Dr. Hancock, followed in a later group by Mrs. Emerson, passed through the Gate. The class walked between the Flower Girls strewing blossoms under their feet, beneath the arches symbolizing History, Literature, Science and Faith, between the lines of the choir singing a "Hail" of welcome, and up the steps at whose top waited the Chancellor.
Once in the Hall the service of Recognition followed; the tale of the historic C. L. S. C. banner was related; five mosaic tablets laid in the flooring were dedicated, and then the lines re-formed and started to the Amphitheatre. The Boys' Guard of Honor preceded the 1914's and repeated their yell.
"Chautauqua! Chautauqua!
Chau-tau-qua!
Nineteen-fourteen!
Rah! Rah! Rah!"
came the shout in the unaccustomed voices of the Dickens Class.
"Show 'em how to do it!" Mrs. Morton heard Roger urging his flock in an undertone.
"Chautauqua! Chautauqua!
Chau-tau-qua!
Nineteen-fourteen!
Rah! Rah! Rah!"
rang out the yell heartily from three score unabashed juvenile throats.