The marshals led strings of candidates--long strings and short--to the
platform where the president sat, and the deans presented in due order
their bachelors, masters and doctors. The rapid handing out of the diplomas
brought frequent applause--bits, spatters, volleys, as the case might be.
There was recognition for a Chinaman, for a negro law-student, for a pair
of Filipinos; there was a marked outburst for a husky young man who was
assumed by the uninformed to have been a star in the university's athletic
life; there was a respectful but emphatic acknowledgment for a determined-
looking middle-aged woman with gray hair, who was led on with four men as a
little string of five; there was a salvo for a thoughtful, dignified man of
thirty-odd, who went up as a group in himself, attended by marshals before
and behind; and there was a slight spatter of applause for Bertram Cope
(one of a small procession of six), yet rather more for a smiling young man
who followed him....
Cope looked somewhat spare, despite his voluminous gown. The trying lights
added little color to his face, and brought his cheek-bones into undue
prominence.
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