WHAT THE OLD GRADUATE LEARNED
"Oh, of course, you say that," broke out the undergraduate smiling satirically, "because things were not the same 'when you were in college'—go on, we're used to it—the university is going to hell, of course, because I don't wear a flannel shirt and dirty corduroys. Go on, old grad."
At that the old graduate laughed with much amusement: "So you think I have been worrying about the college, do you? You really think that you, little man, are of sufficient consequence to cause anxiety for the university? Princeton certainly is changed in many ways—many things are much better than when I was in college; we did not have that magnificent library, nor such athletic facilities, nor the honor system, nor many advantages that you have. Yes, many things are much better than when I was in college, but you do not happen to be one of them. It really did not occur to me to think of you as being big enough to hurt anybody very much but yourself. Perhaps I underestimate you. Yet I have a suspicion that the college, both in and out of
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