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THE PLASTIC AGE
“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. …
