There was a rush.

In mid-field Dick Prescott and Dave Darrin gripped hands as if they could never let go again.
Across their outstretched arms Greg and Dan found each other in a right-hand clasp.
So delighted were the old chums that they fairly hugged each other.
Over it all, while the spectators gazed in silent wonder, came the strains from the Army band, for the leader, more with a sense of the fitting than from any knowledge of facts, waved his men into the strains of "Auld Lang Syne." "Should auld acquaintance be forgot-----" The band was playing softly.

As the spectators took up the fine old words the band music died down.

There came a rolling rattle from the drum section of the Navy band, and then high over all the voices rose the triumphant measures of "Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean." That crowd forgot to cheer.

It was a moment for song, as thousands, catching the full spirit of the air, gave voice to--- "The Army and Navy forever!" Not a word, so far, had been spoken by any one of the chums.
They had not intended to bring about a scene like this, making themselves the central figures in the great picture.