So the last of the “afternoon people”--a leisurely freshman who had taken ten minutes to decide between two rooms in Morton Hall--was surprised to see the patient, dignified secretary of the Student’s Aid dart past her down the stairs, sprint, hatless, her curls flying, across the campus, and shriek wildly at a passing flat-car, which slowed up for a minute while a dozen willing hands caught the panting little secretary and pulled her up and on.