THE FIRST DAY AT COLLEGE
you this to show you that even I acknowledge that too much medicine is worse than none.
You may have heard the public version of this story; the papers were full of it.
I don't know what was the matter with Pollington; perhaps it was because he came to college with a reputation as an expert swimmer and they did not want him to get out of practice. Some say they gave him more encouragement to swim than he deserved—at any rate it was more than he wanted, for one dark night, as they loosed their hold of him while he took off his clothes, he slipped out of their reach and plunged head first into the water and—that was all. He did not reappear above the surface. The Sophomores waited seconds which seemed like hours, looking up and down the stream. They saw nothing. He was gone.
And they were responsible. That was what came upon them now like a thunderbolt as they ran up to the village for help. But even grappling hooks brought nothing
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