about three
P.M.
Pretty placid , eh ? You bet it is . You know all about the calm before the storm and the little cloud the size of the man 's hand which comes up about eight bells and does a general chaos business without any advance notices . Well , that cloud in our school elections is impersonated by Mrs. Delia Arbingle , and she usually arrives at the polls about three P.M. with a new ticket , twenty warlike followers , and several thousand assorted snorts of defiance . That 's when the storm breaks -- and it 's a whole lot bigger than a man 's hand by that time . Delia is a mighty plentiful woman physically , and when she gets her war paint on , she 's a regular cloudburst . As I say , about three o'clock or thereabouts , we suddenly wake up to the fact that we have a school election in our midst , and that unless we arise as true men and patriots , it will soon be at our throats .