noon
`` Come up , come up ; there is room up here , '' the Dean called to the group in the rotunda . `` There 's an A.B. for all who have conquered the Course of Study , and a Master 's Degree for everyone who has conquered himself . '' The common level so impossible on a September day four years ago , came now to two strong men when the commencement exercises were ended , and Sunrise became to the outgoing class only a hallowed memory . The hour is high noon , the good-bys are given , and from the crest of the limestone ridge the ringing chorus , led by good old Trench , sounds far and far away along the Walnut Valley : Rah for Funnybone ! Rah for Funnybone ! Rah for Funnybone ! _ Rah !