AN UNOFFICIAL BACCALAUREATE
the "stay home with farm and the old people" capacity have generally become so only after acquiring a fondness for farming. And those who kept on hating farming and feeling sorry for themselves have often been obliged to put a mortgage on the property and are not agreeable company even to themselves.
There was Billy Sinclair in our class; went into the ministry because his mother wanted him to. He knew she had been praying for it ever since the day he was born, sent him to college with that in view; and he thought it was his duty. Maybe it was. We all respected his devotion, but it always seemed somehow wrong, both to him and the job, whether it was his duty or not. At each reunion of the class he came back with a more ghastly face, a more sickly smile, until finally—well you know how it turned out in his case. It isn't because he's making so much money as a lawyer that he is so different, so buoyant and bright- eyed and the way a man ought to be, but because the square peg has at last got out of
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