Padlocked

A policeman stared at a heavy padlock thrust through the nostrils of a grilled iron gate. At the sealed placard "CLOSED FOR VIOLATION OF THE NATIONAL PROHIBITION ACT" he gazed with an expression of regret. Shaking his head, he muttered, "They hadn't ought to have done it."

Proprietors of what lay back of the grilled iron portals agreed. They summoned a mechanic, ordered him to remove the obstruction so that next week 300 seniors in Princeton University could pass through the Fitz Randolph Gates to receive their diplomas.