The beginning of the end for 1914 is tonight. When a class barbecues or country fairs or junkets, there is no hope. It is on the downward corkscrew path to the cold world. What do you mean--junket? It is vaguely nutritive, indefinably edible in sound. Possibly one eats or drinks junk; possibly, one just buys it. Who knows? Junket and be merry, oh Seniors, for tomorrow you may graduate!
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