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President and Mrs. Pusey were at home to their second freshman class yesterday. A long line of tweed and flannel clad figures wound through the 17 Quincy St. ballroom. At the head of the line, the President and his wife stood and chatted with the latest arrivals to the Yard. As the freshmen introduced themselves the President smiled politely and fidgited with his fingers. Mrs. Pusey asked a question. They answered briefly. Those students through introductions lounged about, cheerfully sipping tea, while those waiting in line shifted from foot to foot and coughed quietly.

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