Commencement Day came as a great relief to me, for all through that 

 spring I had been so driven by the multiplicity of my engagements. On 

 Class Day I escaped the roasting which most of my classmates got at 

 the Cannon Exercises. The only reference to me was from Manners, the 

 "presentation orator," and it is very strange that it should have remained 

 in my memory through all these years. He said: "Princeton has no 

 Marsh, but if Wick Scott lives through the scientific expedition, a greater 

 than Marsh will be here." That was getting off cheap, considering what 

 the other fellows came in for. 



Commencement exercises were then held in the First Church and 

 were mercilessly long; in addition to the two salutatories, Latin and 

 English, and the valedictory, there were a dozen or fifteen other "ora- 

 tions" by members of the graduating class. I got through my speech 

 without a breakdown and heaved a great sigh of relief, for now I could 

 get some longed-for rest. 



That night we started for the West. 



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