The Plastic Age by Percy Marks (best e reader for epub .txt) 📕

He Thought Over Every Word That He And Cynthia Had Said. She Certainly

Had Been Square All Right. Not Many Like Her,  But "By Heaven,  I Knew

Down In My Heart All The Time That I Didn't Want To Get Married Or Even

Engaged. It Would Have Played Hell With Everything."

The Next Morning Hugh's Mother And Father Arrived In The Automobile. He

Was To Drive Them Back To Merrytown The Day After Commencement. At Last

He Stood In The Doorway Of The Nu Delta House And Welcomed His Father,

But He Had Forgotten All About That Youthful Dream. He Was Merely Aware

That He Was Enormously Glad To See The "Folks" And That His Father

Seemed To Be Withering Into An Old Man.

As The Under-Classmen Departed,  The Alumni Began To Arrive. The "Five

Year" Classes Dressed In Extraordinary Outfits--Indians,  Turks,  And Men

In Prison Garb Roamed The Campus. There Were Youngsters Just A Year Out

Of College,  Still Looking Like Undergraduates,  Still Full Of College

Talk. The Alumni Ranged All The Way From These One-Year Men To The

Fifty-Year Men,  Twelve Old Men Who Had Come Back To Sanford Fifty Years

After Their Graduation,  And Two Of Them Had Come All The Way Across The

Continent. There Had Been Only Fifty Men Originally In That Class; And

Twelve Of Them Were Back.

What Brought Them Back? Hugh Wondered. He Thought He Knew,  But He

Couldn't Have Given A Reason. He Watched Those Old Men Wandering Slowly

Around The Campus,  One Of Them With His Grandson Who Was Graduating This

Year,  And He Was Awed By Their Age And Their Devotion To Their Alma

Mater. Yes,  Henley Had Been Right. Sanford Was Far From Perfect,  Far

From It--A Child Could See That--But There Was Something In The College

That Gripped One's Heart. What Faults That Old College Had; But How One

Loved Her!

Thousands Of Japanese Lanterns Had Been Strung Around The Campus; An

Electric Fountain Sparkled And Splashed Its Many-Colored Waters; A Band

Seemed To Be Playing Every Hour Of The Day And Night From The Band-Stand

In Front Of The Union. It Was A Gay Scene,  And Everybody Seemed Superbly

Happy Except,  Possibly,  The Seniors. They Pretended To Be Happy,  But All

Of Them Were A Little Sad,  A Little Frightened. College Had Been Very

Beautiful--And The "World Outside," What Was It? What Did It Have In

Store For Them?

There Were Mothers And Fathers There To See Their Sons Receive Their

Degrees,  There Were The Wives And Children Of The Alumni,  There Were

Sisters And Fiancées Of The Seniors. Nearly Two Thousand People; And At

Least Half Of The Alumni Drunk Most Of The Time. Very Drunk,  Many Of

Them,  And Very Foolish,  But Nobody Minded. Somehow Every One Seemed To

Realize That In A Few Brief Days They Were Trying To Recapture A

Youthful Thrill That Had Gone Forever. Some Of The Drunken Ones Seemed

Very Silly,  Some Of Them Seemed Almost Offensive; All Of Them Were

Pathetic.

They Had Come Back To Sanford Where They Had Once Been So Young And

Exuberant,  So Tireless In Pleasure,  So In Love With Living; And They

Were Trying To Pour All That Youthful Zest Into Themselves Again Out Of

A Bottle Bought From A Bootlegger. Were They Having A Good Time? Who

Knows? Probably Not. A Bald-Headed Man Does Not Particularly Enjoy

Looking At A Picture Taken In His Hirsute Youth; And Yet There Is A

Certain Whimsical Pleasure In The Memories The Picture Brings.

For Three Days There Was Much Gaiety,  Much Singing Of Class Songs,

Constant Parading,  Dances,  Speech-Making,  Class Circuses,  And Endless

Shaking Of Hands And Exchanging Of Reminiscences. The Seniors Moved

Through All The Excitement Quietly,  Keeping Close To Their Relatives And

Friends. Graduation Wasn't So Thrilling As They Had Expected It To Be;

It Was More Sad. The Alumni Seemed To Be Having A Good Time; They Were

Ridiculously Boyish: Only The Seniors Were Grave,  Strangely And

Unnaturally Dignified.

Most Of The Alumni Left The Night Before The Graduation Exercises. The

Parents And Fiancées Remained. They Stood In The Middle Of The Campus

And Watched The Seniors,  Clad In Caps And Gowns,  Line Up Before The

Union At The Orders Of The Class Marshal.

Finally,  The Procession,  The Grand Marshal,  A Professor,  In The Lead

With A Wand In His Hand,  Then President Culver And The Governor Of The

State,  Then The Men Who Were To Receive Honorary Degrees--A Writer,  A

College President,  A Philanthropist,  A Professor,  And Three

Politicians--Then The Faculty In Academic Robes,  Their Many-Colored

Hoods Brilliant Against Their Black Gowns. And Last The Seniors,  A Long

Line Of Them Marching In Twos Headed By Their Marshal.

The Visitors Streamed After Them Into The Chapel. The Seniors Sat In

Their Customary Seats,  The Faculty And The Men Who Were To Receive

Honorary Degrees On A Platform That Had Been Built At The Altar. After

They Were Seated,  Everything Became A Blur To Hugh. He Hardly Knew What

Was Happening. He Saw His Father And Mother Sitting In The Transept. He

Thought His Mother Was Crying. He Hoped Not.... Some One Prayed

Stupidly. There Was A Hymn.... What Was It Cynthia Had Said? Oh,  Yes: "I

Can't Marry A Stranger." Well,  They Weren't Exactly Strangers.... He Was

Darn Glad He Had Gone To New York.... The President Seemed To Be Saying

Over And Over Again,  "By The Power Invested In Me ..." And Every Time

That He Said It,  Professor Blake Would Slip The Loop Of A Colored Hood

Over The Head Of A Writer Or A Politician--And Then It Was Happening All

Over Again.

Suddenly The Class Marshal Motioned To The Seniors To Rise. They Put On

Their Mortar-Boards. The President Said Once More,  "By The Power

Invested In Me...." The Seniors Filed By The President,  And The Grand

Marshal Handed Each Of Them A Roll Of Parchment Tied With Blue And

Orange Ribbons. Hugh Felt A Strange Thrill As He Took His. He Was

Graduated; He Was A Bachelor Of Science.... Back Again To Their Seats.

Some One Was Pronouncing Benediction.... Music From The Organ--Marching

Out Of The Chapel,  The Surge Of Friends--His Father Shaking His Hand,

His Mother's Arms Around His Neck; She _Was_ Crying....

Graduation Was Over,  And,  With It Hugh's College Days. Many Of The

Seniors Left At Once. Hugh Would Have Liked To Go,  Too,  But His Father

Wanted To Stay One More Day In Haydensville. Besides,  There Was A Final

Senior Dance That Night,  And He Thought That Hugh Ought To Attend It.

Hugh Did Go To The Dance,  But Somehow It Brought Him No Pleasure.

Although It Was Immensely Decorous,  It Reminded Him Of Cynthia. He

Thought Of Her Tenderly. The Best Little Girl He'd Ever Met.... He

Danced On,  Religiously Steering Around The Sisters And Fiancées Of His

Friends,  But He Could Not Enjoy The Dance. Shortly After Eleven He

Slipped Out Of The Gymnasium And Made One Last Tour Of The Campus.

It Was A Moonlight Night,  And The Campus Was Mysterious With Shadows.

The Elms Shook Their Leaves Whisperingly; The Tower Of The Chapel Looked

Like Magic Tracery In The Moonlight. He Paused Before Surrey Hall,  Now

Dark And Empty. Good Old Carl.... Carl And Cynthia? He Wondered....

Pudge Had Roomed There,  Too. He Passed On. Keller Hall,  Cynthia And

Norry.... "God,  What A Beast I Was That Night. How White Norry Was--And

Cynthia,  Too," Cynthia Again. She'd Always Be A Part Of Sanford To Him.

On Down To The Lake To Watch The Silver Path Of The Moonlight And The

Heavy Reflections Near The Shore. Swimming,  Canoeing,  Skating--He And

Cynthia In The Woods Beyond.... On Back To The Campus,  Around The

Buildings,  Every One Of Them Filled With Memories. Four Years--Four

Beautiful,  Wonderful Years.... Good Old Sanford....

Midnight Struck. Some One Turned A Switch Somewhere. The Japanese

Lanterns Suddenly Lost Their Colors And Faded To Gray Balloons In The

Moonlight. Some Men Were Singing On The Union Steps. It Was A Few

Seniors,  Hugh Knew; They Had Been Singing For An Hour.

He Stood In The Center Of The Campus And Listened,  His Eyes Full Of

Tears. Earnestly,  Religiously,  The Men Sang,  Their Voices Rich With

Emotion:

                "Sanford,  Sanford,  Mother Of Men,

                 Love Us,  Guard Us,  Hold Us True.

                 Let Thy Arms Enfold Us;

                 Let Thy Truth Uphold Us.

                 Queen Of Colleges,  Mother Of Men--

                 Alma Mater--Sanford--Hail!

                 Alma-Mater--Hail!--Hail!"

Hugh Walked Slowly Across The Campus Toward The Nu Delta House. He Was

Both Happy And Sad--Happy Because The Great Adventure Was Before Him

With All Its Mystery,  Sad Because He Was Leaving Something Beautiful

Behind....

Publication Date: 05-16-2014

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