At one-thirty Maple Hill assembled in front of Main Hall. They were far fewer in numbers than Bursley, but they had the Greenridge Silver Cornet Band to lead them, and that more than equalized matters. The band, more enthusiastic than skilled, more vociferous than tuneful, numbered but eight, though you’d scarcely have guessed its quota as less than twenty had you heard it blare out a Sousa march. While the boys hurried from all directions to form in line the band played “Everybody’s Doing It” so inspiritingly that dignified Fourth Form fellows clasped each other and danced hilariously over gravel and lawn to the astonishment of First Formers and the laughter of others. At last they were in line, four abreast, arranged by forms, Borden, armed with a big green megaphone bearing a gray “M. H.,” in command. In front went the Silver Cornet Band, gay in blue and gold uniforms, almost as excited as the students, struggling hard to find the step. Then the bass-drum sounded “Attention!” and the strains of “See Who’s Marching” burst forth as the procession passed through the gate and straightened itself out on Academy Street. Feet tramp-tramped in unison, the drums thumped, the wind instruments blared and four score voices took up the refrain:

“See who’s marching now this way!

You can hear the music play;

Maple Hill is out to-day;

See the colors flying!

Here they come, an hundred strong,

Cheering as they march along!

Ev’ry voice is raised in song,

Ev’ry voice is crying:

“‘March, march on to victory!