A COLLEGE EDUCATION
ian, and did not write enough. And in the spring of the Sophomore year he ran for the treasurership of the University Football Association. This was considered a very great honor, the most prominent official position in the undergraduate world. Or, rather, the presidency was, which the treasurer inherited in his Senior year, according to precedent. Elliot banked everything upon it. Gaining this, he thought, would mean an election to a certain well-known club which he wanted very much to make. He thought it would mean that; he never ascertained, because he was turned down hard—quite hard.
Now, if he had realized that the reasons lay in himself, and had said, "Maybe I am not born to command. Maybe God did not mould me of special clay in special design," all this might have made a man of him. But he did not.
He told himself that all friends were fickle, that there was no truth or honor in mankind, that clubs were hot-beds of snobbery, and that the treasurer of the
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