send me to the island where they sent Dreyfus? It's quicker.
You don't have to go to Turkey to study about Turkey."

"You do!" said his father.

Peter did not wait for the festivities of commencement week.
All day he hid in his room, packing his belongings or giving
them away to e members of his class, who came to tell him
what a rotten shame it was, and to bid him good-by. They
loved Peter for himself alone, and at losing him were loyally
enraged. They sired publicly to express their sentiments, and
to that end they planned a mock trial of the Rise and Fall,"
at which a packed jury would sentence it to cremation. They
planned also to hang Doctor Gilman in effigy. The effigy with
a rope round its neck was even then awaiting mob violence. It
was complete to the silver-white beard and the gold
spectacles. But Peter squashed both demonstrations. He did
not know Doctor Gilman had been forced to resign, but he
protested that the horse-play of his friends would make him
appear a bad loser. "It would look, boys," he said, "as
though I couldn't take my medicine. Looks like kicking
against the umpire's decision. Old Gilman fought fair. He
gave me just what was coming to me. I think a darn sight more
of him than do of that bunch of boot-lickers that had the
colossal nerve to pretend I scored fifty!"

Doctor Gilman sat in his cottage that stood the edge of the
campus, gazing at a plaster bust of Socrates which he did not
see. Since that morning he had ceased to sit in the chair of
history at Stillwater College. They were retrenching, the