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Show RECALL i / \ a host of college people, their world and their life. WHEN one considers that pec pie, even the nicest people, are highly explosive when mixed with one another, one cannot help wondering who the brave chemist was who mixed them and kept them from blowing themselves to smithereens. And then one wonders further what formula this chem' ist uses when he mixes four thousand people, and a few buildings so that the resultant product is College Life. Of course it's only a guess, but maybe he uses hours as a basis and dilutes them with life's most intimate associates, Happiness and Sorrow. And when this concoction begins to take form, perhaps it is easy to see why College is four years of vibrant living. No one can blame the people for waving red and white pennants and dreading nothing so much as a defeat for the U.ofU.jand they aren't censored for thinking they're in love and hanging their pins. And few persons would deny them the freedom they assign themselves to cut their hair like convicts, and wear dirty cords, and let their beards grow, and chew their gum with vigor, and laugh at their professors. For at the end of four years they feel somewhat sad, and wish they had stayed longer, and studied harder, and played oftener, and learned more. And sometimes they recall how nice it was having A's and B's, not cents and dollars, the important things. And while they are remembering, they wonder why College ife must end; and then they realise that it doesn't have to end at all; and that as long as the great chemist keeps them from blowing themselves to bits, a mixture of four thousand people and a few buildings will be too powerful and lasting to vanish after four years. And then maybe they'll carry College Life with them, and carry all its cheery days and dreary days with them; and maybe they'll even convince someone that their college imitation of life is better than the real McCoy. |
