Down the line he limped, while gray-haired graduates and downy-lipped undergrads cheered him loyally, calling his name over and over, and so back to a seat in the middle of the stand, from where all through the battle his crimson-bedecked cane waved unceasingly.
He was not the only one welcomed by the throng.

A great jurist, chrysanthemumed from collar to waist, bowed jovial acknowledgment of the applause his appearance summoned.

The governor of a State came too to see once more the crimson of his alma mater clashing with the blue of her old enemy.

Professors, who had put aside their books, beamed benevolently through their glasses as they walked somewhat embarrassedly past the grinning faces of their pupils.

Old football players, former captains, bygone masters of rowing, commanders of olden baseball teams, all these and many more were there and were welcomed heartily, tumultuously, by the wearers of the red.