WHAT THE OLD GRADUATE LEARNED
told me about the tear the kid at prep, school was making in one of the literary societies. That's it, you became a debater—good! we need that sorely. Harvard and Yale have won"
"No, no, of course not. I quit shooting off my mouth long ago."
"Ah, so you took to writing instead?"
"No! Mostly polers that do the writing."
"I see," said the old graduate, "then how did you earn the honor of club election? I perceive that I have much to learn."
"Well, naturally, the first thing I did was to identify myself with the right crowd early in my college course."
"The right crowd? You were from a large prep, school; your friends naturally would be your old classmates."
"At the very first, yes, but I had sense enough to drop them after a while, except a few who, like me, were the right sort."
"Oh, you mean some of your earlier friends were not so congenial as you formerly thought. That often happens along about Sophomore year. 'Birds of a feather'
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