A COLLEGE EDUCATION
P. U. F. B. A, was stuck on himself. None of the Elliots has any humor.
He became what was called a "Sour Ball." He objected to everything, from the food at his eating club to the decision of the board of trustees in regard to entrance requirements; proclaimed that Princeton spirit was dead, that the whole college and athletics in particular were going to the bad, and that every one was arrogant from the President of the institution to the captain of the Freshman lacrosse team. He talked thus at dinner, in Sunday-night pow-wows, and on walks to Kingston. And yet he was not altogether a nuisance to his associates, who respected the ability by which he maintained his position with interesting and impressive arguments. Besides, he had an agreeable personality and was exceedingly obliging. He possessed something of charm, in fact.
It was when he was in this frame of mind in his Junior year that he joined the How-How Eating Club, which had rather good meals and plenty of fun—all in one room of a house on Nassau Street. This was ages
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