hour of the June afternoon, daintily gowned maids and matrons, forming a very enthusiastic and expectant audience, gather about the tree, which is encircled with a wreath of flowers at a distance of about eight feet from the ground.
The air resounds with the class cheers of the undergraduates and alumni who form groups on the greensward.
At five o'clock the senior class assemble in the quadrangle, presenting a very odd appearance in their motley garments, with coats reversed and costumes generally of ill-mated parts.
With lusty cheers for the college buildings the strange procession marches to the tree.
After everyone has cheered himself hoarse, after honor has been shown to the favorite professors, athletes, the college, the classes, the ladies, and the alumni, the rush for the flowers begins.
Frantic are the struggles to get a trophy from the garland just out of reach.
Individual efforts are not apt to be successful, for just when one is about to touch the wreath, dozens of hands are ready to drag him back.
Then some concerted action is planned: a wedge, perhaps, is formed, with some agile champion raised on the shoulders of his classmates.
Now he reaches the tree and, amidst the cheers of his supporters.
tears away the flowers by handfuls, stuffing them into every available place about his clothing, and then, presenting a very humpy appearance.
he is borne away to a place of safety where the treasured flowers may be distributed as precious souvenirs to fair admirers.
Next to Hollis
, a brick dormitory, built in 1805.
Many clubs formerly had quarters here, and here.
also, were the student homes of such men as Edward Everett
(23), Oliver Wendell Holmes
(31), Charles Sumner
(12) and Edward Everett Hale