AT THE CORNER OF LOVERS' LANE
entious Freshmen and vindictive Sophomores were repeating the same performance, not quite so thoroughly, in the neighboring villages, and on freight trains, barns, wagons, bridges, and at Trenton and all over that part of the State: a futile, foolish "stunt" it was, to be sure, and very boyish. But we who were foolish boys, probably, used to take these things pretty seriously in those days, and got a lot of fun out of them, which you modern undergraduates miss, though you have compensations.
These proclamations of ours which we called "procs.," were probably directly descended from the Nassau Rake, an annually outrageous magazine, published when the generation which begot us was in college. Our procs. said about the same thing year after year, generally beginning with a ten or twenty pica line across the top, arrogantly calling the attention of the Freshman class, or of the Sophomores, as the case might be; followed by a number of "whereases" and "therefore be it decreeds," etc., and then a lot of personal characterizations which we
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