THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-ELEVEN 209
Dr. Warren.—I shall now read out the names which we shall without doubt in the
future recognise as the great ones of this earth, and as I read the present possessors of them
will please arise, as gracefully as possible, and stand until the whole division has been num-
- bered off. The entire bunch will then ascend the plat-
form (being careful to elevate their garments so as not
to step on them), divide in two and when I utter the
word “Caps,” take ’em off! Wait, wait, now! I have
not yet completed my instructions. The degree which
you may sometimes have despaired of getting, will be
. placed in your hand, when your turn comes. When with |
conscious pride in your achievement you have grasped
the document, step back into line, and wait with what
patience you can summon, until the remainder of your division shall have received its
award. Then amid the thunderous applause of your admiring relatives and friends you
descend the steps, no longer puelle oridinarie but bachelores artium extraordinarie. I will
now read the names of the first group. ‘‘Greek and Latin fy
The rehearsal proceeds.
Dr. WarREN (from time to time).—No, Miss Delano, you needn’t
bow so low. It isn’t worth all that.
Hurry please, Miss Miller, or the candidate behind you may get your
degree.
Now, Miss Gaylor, you must not, positively must not, try to knock 4
down your classmates. Look where you are going when you back into *
line. :
Walk backwards, Miss Doolittle, not sidewards. Step out with an air.
Shorter steps, Miss Parker!
No, Miss Egan, go back! You must not start out with a wild, athletic leap. This is
no meeting of the track, even if it is in the gymnasium.
Don’t put out your hand until you get within hailing distance of the President, Miss
Russell. It looks grasping, and over eager, to start from the extreme end of the line with
outstretched hand.
Miss Claflin, put on a nonchalent air, you look worried.
Don’t genuflect, please, Miss Houghteling.
Etc., ete.
