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lustrous silk, full In the skirt but with tight sleeves, deco- 

 rated with a deep lace cuif, white on the black. A sky-blue 

 cape is worn over the shoulders, while the headdress or 

 biretta is of blue silk with a large pompon of blue silk 

 threads which reminds one somewhat of the rear end of a 

 Pomeranian. Mr. Leeds said, "I have twenty-five dollars 

 which says that you won't dare wear that next Thursday." 

 I said, "You're on." 



Commencement Day came. I went to Cambridge; put on 

 my regalia. I was to be Marshal for the candidates for the 

 degrees from A.M. to Theology; in other words, the sec- 

 ond half of the candidates' procession. What I didn't know, 

 however, was that because Harvard's ex-Treasurer, CharHe 

 Adams, had been made Secretary of the Navy and was 

 to receive an honorary degree, the press cameramen were 

 to be allowed in the Yard for the first time in history. A 

 platform had been made at the corner of University Hall on 

 which they might stand. 



Ten o'clock struck, the band started up, and Roger Mer- 

 riman led off the A.B.'s. All went well until Lewis Bremer 

 and I, with our second division of the procession, reached 

 the front of the press stand. Then something happened; 

 the line halted. A rich Irish voice, subdued but yet quite 

 audible, said to its neighbor, "Who the hell is the big 

 bloke wrapped up in the blue diploma?" The other re- 

 plied, "I'll go and find out." He jumped down, ran a few 

 steps to the Yard cop, and whispered in his ear. He jumped 

 back to the platform and said in a very audible whisper, 

 "His name is Barbour and he runs the Agassiz Museum." 

 No. I said, "He looks like the Pope's mistress!" The re- 

 joinder to that was, "Would you say Pope Boniface or 



