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A COLLEGE EDUCATION

ago, before there were many of the modern large elective clubs with permanent homes and expensive pins to wear on the waistcoat. The How-How Club—most of it—had been one crowd ever since Freshman year, and they liked one another well enough to stay together for the rest of their college course, as two or three of them had been obliged to inform the emissaries of a certain large permanent club. They represented a variety of phases of undergraduate activity. Most all of them amounted to something in some way.

And each one had learned to take care of his temper at the table. This was necessary in order to have any peace or self-respect. Three times a day keen, undergraduate repartee flew back and forth across that table-cloth. The man who could not sit up and defend himself was thrown down and trampled upon.

The trouble with the club just now was that they were all too well acquainted. Each knew what the rest thought about all subjects and how each one would take everything, and how he would say it. They were

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