ing magnificently
every time he raised his arms to embrace the comic _Antony_. It was
glorious nonsense badly enough done to be really funny. Hugh and
Cynthia, along with the rest of the audience, laughed joyously--and held
hands.

After the play was over, they returned to the Nu Delta house and danced
until two in the morning. During one dance Cynthia whispered to him,
"Hugh, get me a drink or I'll pass out."

Hugh, forgetting his indignation of the year before, went in search of
Vinton and deprived that young man of a pint of gin without a scruple.
He and Cynthia then sneaked behind the house and did away with the
liquor. Other couples were drinking, all of them surreptitiously,
Leonard Gates having laid down the law in no uncertain manner, and all
of the brothers were a little afraid of Gates.

Cynthia slept until noon the next day, and Hugh went to his classes. In
the afternoon they attended a baseball game, and then returned to the
fraternity house for another tea-dance. The Prom was to be that night.
Hugh assured Cynthia that it was going to be a "wet party," and that
Vinton had sold him a good supply of Scotch.

The campus was rife with stories: this was the wettest Prom on record,
the girls were drinking as much as the men, some of the fraternities had
made the sky the limit, the dormitories were being invaded by couples in
the small hours of the night, and so on. Hugh heard numerous stories but
paid no attention to them. He was supremely happy, and that was all that
mattered. True, several men had advised him to bring plenty of liquor
along to the Prom if he wanted to have a good time, and he was careful
to act on their advice, especially as Cynthia had assured him that she
would dance until doomsday if he kept her "well oiled with hooch."

The gymnasium was gaily decorated for the Prom, the walls hidden with
greenery, the rafters twined with the college colors and almost lost
behind hundreds of small Japanese lanterns. The fraternity booths were
made of fir boughs, and the orchestra platform in the middle of the
floor looked like a small forest of saplings.

The girls were beautiful in the soft glow of the lanterns, their arms
and shoulders smooth and white; the men were trim and neat in their
Tuxedos, the dark suits emphasizing the brilliant colors of the girls'
gowns.

It was soon apparent that some of the couples had got at least half
"oiled" before the dance began, and before an hour had passed man