In the distance, the carillon chimes counted off 11 strokes.
A Kite and Key boy, in madras shorts and polo shirt, dashed madly through the streets, lugging an armful of "This Way to Beverage Station" signs. One by one, the campus guards left the shade of their gatehouses to stand beside the heavy wrought iron doors. Down on the field, the first cannon sounded. The great gates opened wide.
Alumni Day, 1966..."Bigger and better than ever before"... And brighter. The warm spring sun shone down in summer-splendor. The red-and-white canopies of Tent City, starched and gleaming, stretched across the field. The South Philadelphia String Band lined up, ready to strut in its spangles and sparkles and shiny silver shoes. And, by ones, by threes and fours, by families, by classes, the loyal and the fun-loving flocked onto Franklin Field.
"Bigger and better than ever before,” the Alumni Weekend program had promised. And, between the lines, the old and the not-so-old read, "something for everyone.” When the cannon signalled its final blast, 3,000 former, future, and always-Pennsylvanians had filed through Franklin Field's gates for the best Alumni Day ever.
Something for everyone at Alumni Day, 1966, meant something different to everybody.
It meant ... finally seeing over the crowd ... marching, as a class, in full regalia ...
Waving the banner of proud Pennsylvania womanhood.
Wearing a skimmer and a smile.
Showing the family Pennsylvania, and Pennsylvania, the family.
Watching from the sidelines as others marched.
Looking like an Old Guardsman should look.
Seeing Pennsylvania through another's eyes.
Wearing a skimmer and no smile.
Upholding an all-time Alumni Day attendance record.
Getting the Class of '41 out in costumes and droves.