As we marched by, and these citizen-soldiers, who were fresh in their picturesque zoo-zoo uniforms, or as they are sometimes called, “Night-drawers Cadets,” the dirty-looking old blue-bloused veterans chaffed them most unmercifully.

The Kleagles, and Klexters, and other nabobs should go with him.

I augurise lots of sound and fury. But signifying? You guessed it, nothing.

Fortunately, the president of our illustrious institution has been after me for a year to get Francis Ford Coppola to speak at next year's commencement, and Francis owes me a solid.