. Bates Student. or the denouement ofmy predicament. I look at the pile of blank paper beforeme on the desk. From there my glance wanders to the calen-dar, to the pictures on the wall and to the debris on the glance at my watch—or rather my roommates—my fingersrun impatiently through the pages of a notebook and my atten-tion is finally fixed again upon the paper on the desk. Stillit is blank! I get up, walk around, look through a magazineon the table, peer into the adjoining room and smile as be-nignly as circumstances permit upon my loud-sleeping room-mates. I return to my chair and s
. Bates Student. or the denouement ofmy predicament. I look at the pile of blank paper beforeme on the desk. From there my glance wanders to the calen-dar, to the pictures on the wall and to the debris on the glance at my watch—or rather my roommates—my fingersrun impatiently through the pages of a notebook and my atten-tion is finally fixed again upon the paper on the desk. Stillit is blank! I get up, walk around, look through a magazineon the table, peer into the adjoining room and smile as be-nignly as circumstances permit upon my loud-sleeping room-mates. I return to my chair and sit down again, melody is lost in an energetic yawn, and, as if pierced bya sudden thought, I bend over the desk, scratching diligently—with both hands. At length I straighten up and survey theresult with a critical eye. And still the paper is blank althoughthere have appeared upon the blotter numerous designs, con-temporaneous with those executed by an agent of nature onthe window at my MAGAZINE SECTION 269 The clocks strike one. What a peculiar harmony in theirchiming. Each one, if sounded separately does not necessarilyattract attention—but it is the sound of all of them—the com-bination. Ah! Here is a subject. Enter several thought^.It is not incidents in themselves—nor individuals—but the com-binations of incidents, of individuals or of incidents and in-dividuals that produces the laugh, or sometimes the tear. Ahundred and thirty pound man is not unusual. A two hundredand fifty pound woman is not extraordinary. But let thesetwo walk together down a thorofare and many will them walk arm in arm and people will laugh instance. Schneider was not comical. He wasjust plain dog. Our chapel is a dignified edifice and itsservices are impressive, but there were few straight faces inchapel the morning Schneider walked up the aisle. Again—rags are insignificant, we dispose of all we have for a few centsa pound; a young bo
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