Oh, lolly, lolly. . ."

"I think there's going to be a band here tomorrow night, which should be very good."

"Yes, that will be nice."

"Are you going to the dance:"

"Yes, Pete is coming over to pick me up."

"He's from Psi, isn't he? They won the I. F. sing tonight, I heard. That was really fun."

"Mmm."

Pete arrives, and the two couples proceed to the dance in Sharpe Refectory, reputed to have the best kitchen facilities of any college in the country. The building is constructed like boxes fitted inside each other: the innermost box being the kitchen, the surrounding one "the pit," where the independents eat, the outermost one a carton segmented into a small room for each fraternity. Tonight, however, the fraternity dining rooms are locked and vinly drapes hang like shower curtains all along the room, diffusing the red, blue and white light along the highly-polished brown floor and light green walls.

Lester Lanin, who has played for President Eisenhower's birthday balls and similar events, has set up shop in one corner of the quadrangular building, and his long-winded musicians stop but twice during the entire three-hour dance. My Fair Lady mingles with Pal Joey, white dinner jackets mix with black ones, red chemises mix with red jackets; but the lights blend all into violet. Some dance in the circle created by the shower curtain, while the jowly policeman at the door smiles benignly at the scene.

"No, there's been no damage tonight; ahll the boys 've been verry quiet and well-behaved. They can't brring liquor in, y'kno."

"If they asked me, I could write a book,

About the get me to the church on time. . ."

"Paul, where's Mark and Elmer? The tapping is going to start soon and I want to run through this once."

"Congratulations, Art!"

"Oh, Jim, when does the Brown Key tapping begin? That was so much fun to watch last year. Are any of your fraternity brothers being tapped tonight?"