WHAT THE OLD GRADUATE LEARNED
—and I kept my eyes open and worked things pretty well, and soon I became a rather conspicuous figure in the crowd. Well, meanwhile the class had appointed me"
"Washington's Birthday"
"Lord, no! how green you are—one of the Sophomore Reception Committee. Then next I had my name put up for"
"For an office in Whig Hall?"
"'Course not. See here, old graduate, you may as well understand first as last that I do not belong to"
"Oh, you're a Clio man."
"No! (That's the one up toward the chapel, isn't it?) I'm no Hall fiend! I wouldn't be seen going into one of those haunts of polers."
"What!" exclaimed the old graduate, "O ye shades of mighty Madison and world-renowned Whigs! O spirit of powerful Patterson and clans of Clio! hear not, I pray, what I have heard him say." The old graduate seemed very absurd. "Why not, my noble fellow Princetonian, why shouldn't you care to be seen under the
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