"There", said the authority on the Spanish Empire, pointing toward what would eventually be a forward pass, "there you have a concrete exemplification of the Drang Nach Osten tendency". A polite murmur of assent ran over the professorial assemblage and the blanketed professorial knees quivered in jubilation over the crack. Then a bony forefinger protruded into space and long white curtains floated in the Stadium atmosphere. "Will the gentleman entering the lower Portal of Section 39 kindly remove his hat?" Thousands sat in awe and whispers of "Well played, ... good eye ... bravo" were heard here and there.

The game continued and came a dispute over yardage, necessitating a conclave of all officials. The little man reeking with Coloridgiana cleared his throat, "Well, gentlemen, we will hold this particular play in abeyance." During the interim a modest derbied spectator obliged with a few readings from the H.A.A. News, prefating his performance with a request that several of the northern portals be barricaded as there seemed to be a strong draught; that done, he pleaded for silence. The entertainment was never consummated, however, for the game resumed shortly. The Fine Arts enthusiast offered comments: "A delicate organization, that team, highly sensitive, nervous, and yet possessing a certain Renaissance delicacy which is quite charming, quite ..." He rumbled on, and not unit the final whistie did he conclude.

The whole row rose en masse. "Next time, gentlemen, we will take up the further developments of the theme, tracing its influence on later civilization." And so the professors went to tea.