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A member of the Cambridge police tells a story on the proctors of twenty years (or less) ago. At that time, on the celebration of a certain holiday, the faculty got wind of a good time intended by the inmates of one of the dormitories, and fearing the proctor of the building would not be able to stop the revelry if it became too hilarious, secretly stationed two policemen near the room occupied by the students. The officers, however, as well as the faculty afterward, were somewhat astonished to discover the proctor on guard disappear every few minutes into the scene of revelry and each time emerge with a less steady step, until finally he was in a very joyous and light-headed condition. The gallant M. P. does not tell whether the proctor held his office after the eventful evening or not.

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