Winning His "W" - A Story of Freshman Year at College by Everett Titsworth Tomlinson
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that, you know."
"And therefore we'll go scot free?" "Well, Hawley is a great fellow anyway; and I'm glad he's in our class." "He's big, anyway." "That's what I said." "No you didn't, you said great." "Same thing." "Not much. A man can be big without being great, can't he? Caesar and Napoleon were not big men, but I think you'd sum up that they were great." "Great butchers, if that's what you mean. You always spin it out too fine for me, Foster." Foster Bennett laughed and both boys entered their room to prepare for dinner. They still were taking their meals at the hotel, as their boarding-place had not been selected. In the thoughts of both it was a selection of too much importance to be made hastily, and they were therefore waiting until they became more familiar with the details of their new life. It was all novel and interesting, and on the following day the first class meeting was held. A dignified junior presided at the meeting, and |
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