Midnight struck. Some one turned a switch somewhere. The Japanese lanterns suddenly lost their colors and faded to gray balloons in the moonlight. Some men were singing on the Union steps. It was a few seniors, Hugh knew; they had been singing for an hour. He stood in the center of the campus and listened, his eyes full of tears. Earnestly, religiously, the men sang, their voices rich with emotion: "Sanford, Sanford, mother of men, Love us, guard us, hold us true. Let thy arms enfold us; Let thy truth uphold us. Queen of colleges, mother of men-- Alma mater--Sanford--hail! Alma-mater--Hail!--Hail!" Hugh walked slowly across the campus toward the Nu Delta house. He was both happy and sad--happy because the great adventure was before him with all its mystery, sad because he was leaving something beautiful behind....