noon
Say , we 're corkers and never knew it ! ' A few classes from the respectable part of the Quad , where they do Political Science , came drifting along then with votes for Castleton , and it went Castleton for awhile ; then a lull during class , followed by a scattering vote for Boggs . It was about an even thing during eleven-thirty break , with Castleton still ahead . The frat votes fell in bunches in the biggest rush at noon ; I could catch old Boggsie 's name marked on most of them , but Castleton was full fifty to the good then . I bolted lunch with Pellams at his house and came back to the Quad . Things were beginning to happen . People I never heard of , the kind of bird that floats in and out on the train and probably does n't know there is a Student-Body with troubles of its own ; digs , crawling out into the light , blinking away at the line ; Laboratory fiends in squads , actually losing twenty minutes of precious credit , -- the darndest crowd of resurrected stiffs the Quad ever saw , strung out from the registrar 's office to the polls , every last one of them squeezing a ballot properly marked ahead , all looking as if it were a conferring of degrees , serious as hell , you know , and the eye of the Brown girl or of one of her crowd fastened on each of them .