I went to my seat amid what I was
pleased to consider "thunders of ap-
plause," and by way of acknowledg-
ment, I spoke, with chastened propri-
ety, Whittier's ode to the pumpkin.

I cannot remember whether or not I
was scolded. I'm afraid, afterward,
some people still laughed. As for me,
oddly enough, my oratorical aspira-
tions died. I decided there were other
careers better fitted to one of my
physique. So I had to go to the trouble
of finding another career; but just what
it was I have forgotten.



V

REMORSE

IT is extraordinary, when you come
to think of it, how very few days,
out of all the thousands that have
passed, lift their heads from the grey
plain of the forgotten -- like bowlders in
a level stretch of country. It is not
alone the unimportant ones that are for-
gotten; but, according to one's elders,