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Golden mace aloft, Yale University's Provost Charles Seymour this week marched, between bristling rows of the Connecticut militia, through the leafy streets of New Haven to Yale's round-faced, granite Woolsey Hall. Behind him, in robes of green, brown and scarlet, gravely filed Yale's faculty, bound for the 235th annual commencement exercises of the University. To the families and friends of the graduates in their sombre caps & gowns, the occasion marked some 600 important personal milestones in some 600 young lives.
To the faculty, the exercises were scarcely less momentous....