Paltry Gold. Although the Newspapers and the General Public do not
seem to be with me to any Extent, it is better to hob-nob with the
Binomial Theorem than to dally with the Champagne Supper."

In due time the Faculty gave the Degree of M.A. to what was left of
Otis and still his Ambition was not satisfied. He wanted to land a
Doctor's Degree. He knew that any one who aspired to this Eminent
Honor had to be a Pippin. But he hoped that he could make some
Contribution to the World of Thought that would jar the whole
Educational System and help him to climb to the topmost Pinnacle of
Human Greatness.

Professor Otis did the Dig Act year after year. At the age of 49
he was still M.A. and owned a House with a Mortgage on it. In the
Meantime there had been revolutionary Changes in the World of Finance.
Everything on Earth had been put into a Pool. Each Smooth Citizen who
had something that was of no particular use to him went to work and
Capitalized it. Brad closed out his Interests for so much Money that
any one else would have been ashamed to take it. Then he and some
other Buccaneers went down to Wall Street to have fun with several
dignified Gentlemen whom Brad described as Them Fly Eastern Mugs. They
succeeded in putting the Skids under a number of Persons who did not
care to meet them Socially.

When Brad walked around in his Million Dollar Hut he had to step high
to avoid stumbling over Bundles of the Long Green; but he never had
made any further headway with his Botany.

It happened one Day that Brad was out Moting and he dropped in at the
College where his Boyhood Friend was now the Professor of Dipsicology