The town was resplendent in bunting festoons and streamers, and every store and house had its flag. The national emblem, of course, predominated, but here and there hung a triangular, purple flag showing the letters M B C in white, with an anchor beneath.
Most of the stores were closed, and there was a general air of holiday festivity among the little groups that talked excitedly here and there. The city people were in festive array. Tennis-shirted and sneaker-shod young gentlemen lolled about.
“Cracky!” said Gordon, “the shoe business must be good here.”
“Yes,” Harry answered. “I don’t suppose there was ever a shoe box but was doomed to carry sandwiches sometime or other. There are a lot of folks here from out of town.”
Presently they were reading a big poster in one of the windows:
REGATTA
MOHAWK BOAT CLUB
JULY FOURTH
WATER EVENTS AT 2 P.M. SHARP
ROWING