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 too, even to-day. When a young instructor comes back from Germany weighted down with the dignity of his Ph.D. and feeling sorry for the United States and its deplorable lack of real scholarship— But about this boy:

"They'd better not try to haze me," he remarked the day he matriculated. "My father is a professor."

It was hard to secure him because he lived at his father's home, and the Sophomores did not dare go there after him, even in those days.

"They don't dare haze me," he announced to his classmates as he crossed the campus; "I am the son of Professor Blank." (He always pronounced the capital P in Professor.)

Fate finally delivered him into the Sophomores' hands by night. He smiled a kindly warning at them. "Evidently you do not realize who I am," he said, as if to break it gently.

"Um," said his captors gloatingly, "it is indeed hard to realize that we've got you at