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Show 5MR. DOOLEY ON EDUCATIONI A ^^ HURE an' I wisht I had an education-a college ' The first is Normal, the other stren-yus. I'd advise the lat-ter.trainin'," said Mr. Hennessy. For, suppose some Nor-rmal of O'Stewart's got gen'rus an'"Y'r right," said Mr. Dooley. "You need it." handed ye over all his accumylated plans on pedagogy, an'"But what put the idee into y'r hed, Hinnissy, makin' little baskets an' such, phwhat wud ye do with such an'to git a college trainin'? D'ye want to be a prof-fesser an' git unexpected gr-reat fortune? Befor' ye had assimylated halfa pen-shun? D'ye envy sich men? D'ye want to git rich iv it ye'd be so sick iv it yd go to Prexy, they call 'im, an' askan' spend y'r time talkin' an' talkin' an' repeatin'? A prof- fur Mister O'Maddock's more stren-yus job iv takin' exercisefesser's life, Hinnissy, is not all sunshine, it is not all out o' 2 hours a week fer eighteen hundred dollars,doors. Sum-times he's a phil-losopher. Then he's bltn-d as "Sure, Hinnissy, it pays to be ath-letic. Ye'll niver gita bat in a dark cell-er, lookin' f'r a black cat thet isn't ther-re knoledge to-day onless ye'r able to fight f'r it. An' y'e won'tIt's unsartin'-so to speak-but fin'lly resolves itself into gov- do that. So ther' ye ar-re. Ye'll niver be a prof-fesser or avernment owner-ship an' so rests. coach. Life in col-lege, ye know, is wan contin-nual strife."An' so y'd like to be a prof-fesser? Y'd give any-thing Even the Seniors square up an' bid th' Fac-culty knock th'to be a promoter an' a gard-dner of the shoot-tin idee? Phwat, chip off their shoulders at toimes. They hav' more fun fightin'y'd give y'r vote, y'r cash, y'r relligion, y'r rilitives and fin'lly f'r th' things they hain't got, thin injoyin' th' things they hav'y'r hair to be a prof-fesser? My, have you seen the hed iv got. The Seniors, ye know, wanted siparite com-mencement.one up at the State University? He's as barren as the Salt The Fac-culty sed, 'Nay, nay, Pauline.' Thin Mister O'Ly-Lake alkali desert. Not a whisp of vigitation. His block man an' the fac-culty sed, 'Ye must hav' class-day exercises.'looks like an ice-berg in th' lime-light of Mother Luna. But The Seniors replied, 'Not on ye'r life, begorra. Ye wud-dinthe niver complains. He knows how much he saves in barber's let us hav' our own show, an' now ye need us, we're dun.bills. Send us our sheep-skins by mail. We'll stay in our tents.'"Thin ther's another wun, a walkin' dictionary-weighs An' so it takes mussel to be a Senior. An' if ye wud be250 pounds dressed-a big engin-neer. His learnin' bulges fa-mus an' git yer-self talked about, ye must promote likehis pockets an' inflates him to conversation. Whin he looks O'Stewart, sulk like th' Seniors, or fight f'r the institooshinat me I always feel as if he's wondhrin phwhat I think iv like O'Maddock.him an' phwhat per-cent I'd git in hidralic laboratory fees. "Hinnissy, it's no use goin' to col-lege onless ye'r big."But, Hinnissy, if y'e go to col-lege ther's wan of 2 dc- A little man is a little man there, an' a big wan is iver in de-part-ments-Mister O'Stewart's or Mister O'Maddock's. mand. Ye're ayether born little or big. It don't make enny223 |