Banner Night
John Huss ’55
Even the most negative member of our class will have to admit to the almost pagan excitement of Banner Night. As torches were prepared, fireworks readied, signs painted, water balloons inflated, and the bonfire erected, the disruptive cliques began to collapse and a class began to emerge.
I will never forget the screaming surge of torch-bearing Ionians and Achaeans as they raced across the fields; the incredible struggle of the tug-of-war and the sodden disgrace of final defeat; and then the lighting of the bonfire and the passing-down of the class banners.
Riding on the shoulders of our classmates, we could see the reflected faces of those who had been admired and feared and mocked and befriended. We all knew that we would miss these guys and this school more than seemed possible.
