. Epitome: Yearbook 1896. You .see it was a wheelmens ui\iogs Menoeies. a 3T was the night of the June hop. I was nothing but a miserable Freshman,and, feeling somewhat out of place at that function, had strolled out aloneand taken a seat in the tower entrance to Packer Hall. The evening was anideal one. The light from a full June moon, bathing everything in its limpidsilver, wo\ild have moved a Sphinx to ecstasy. Now and then the gentle nightwind swayed the ivy leaves in rustling billows up and down old Packer. Andoccasionally from the Gym. the strains of a dreamy waltz were borne al
. Epitome: Yearbook 1896. You .see it was a wheelmens ui\iogs Menoeies. a 3T was the night of the June hop. I was nothing but a miserable Freshman,and, feeling somewhat out of place at that function, had strolled out aloneand taken a seat in the tower entrance to Packer Hall. The evening was anideal one. The light from a full June moon, bathing everything in its limpidsilver, wo\ild have moved a Sphinx to ecstasy. Now and then the gentle nightwind swayed the ivy leaves in rustling billows up and down old Packer. Andoccasionally from the Gym. the strains of a dreamy waltz were borne along tome, and out across the valley the lights of Bethlehem seemed to twinkle to themystic measure. I had been alone some time, when looking along the pavement towards thelibrary I saw a lady and a gentleman slowly approaching. Almost unconsciouslyI withdrew into the shadow near the inner door. The couple in their walkpassed the entrance, and I immediately recognized the young man as an alumnuswho had been a prominent ath
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