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Show Sometimes after the game, there were dances where everyone got together to dance and talk or scramble to catch the gay balloons. Whether this year was your first here or your fourth, it began in green as it always had. Green is a wonderful color to start a year with. It's the color of the trees and the grass in September, it's the feeling in the air, it's the Frosh and their week. It was green that surrounded the Picnic and the dignitaries who served it. It was green that supported the poly-colored chrysanthemums along Hello Walk, sprinkled itself up the hill to the "U," and covered a thousand heads on the way back down. But even though it held the youngest memories, it faded from the picture to be overcome by a traditional red and white. It was this powerful duo that held your allegiance, genuine or otherwise, for the rest of the year. You saw it everywhere. It enhanced the marching band, and the Spurs and I.K.'s, the Union, and a hun-dren other things or more; for it was you and it was yours to use. And this year of all years you had a particular right to be proud of the red and white; it had etched itself firmly into the minds of the Skyline contenders as it stretched itself over the gridiron on the backs of the champions. It worried the long gray line and surprised New Yorkers at the N.I.T. It might have done more but for the power in a referee's whistle. You must have been proud of the red and white because you supported the University's activities with more vigor than ever before had been done. You broke down and found yourself cheering at the games, and you didn't feel juvenile because everyone was doing it. . . almost. You worked for days and nights on floats for that big affair. It could have been the best Homecoming Parade yet; but it snowed, all day and into the night. The red was lost in the flurries, and everything became white. But you went ahead and filled the cold, wet stadium with a spirit that the quarterback club and the alums couldn't muster under the circumstances, and you saw a homecoming victory. |
