and has seen “Footprints on the sands of time.” All these superiorities assert his greater ability in conversational art. The three Sophomores hovered about their victim like vultures about to pounce upon some choice morsel. They shook their bare heads vehemently and waved their arms in emphatic and awe-inspir ing gestures at the demure little fellow before them. One even shook his tightly clenched pipe before the culprit's glasses, and exclaimed: “See here, Freshman, do you think that you are strolling about your prep, school yard. That cane of yours needs no exercise in this town. Besides, you are altogether too weak to carry such a stick. Give it to me.” At first the Freshman was plainly indignant and embarrassed. Then as he caught sight of Prof. X approaching, a slight twinkle shone behind his glasses, and he very meekly surrendered the cane. The Sophomore spokesman was about to begin again when Prof. X arrived opposite the party. “Ah, professor, I beg your pardon,” the Fresh man stepped forward boldly. “Have you the list of men whom I am to have in elementary phil osophy ?” The Sophomores glanced at one another in confu sion. “No, Mr. Z , I haven’t the list with me,” the professor replied cordially, “but I will give it to you with some notes, concerning the department, which may be of value to you in your introductory remarks.” And the professor smiled and bowed himself away. Then the Sophomores wilted in deep humiliation. The usurper of the cane returned the property with a blundering apology and led his classmates away precipitately. The new instructor in philosophy!” they gasped. —Dartmouth Magazine.
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