Arbutus . ered bis Senior Year, be bad a string of bonorsa foot long. He bad been in everything and behind every-thing. Had be gone on walking over people and crowdingpast them, there is no telling where be would have ended. But Wise-Guy lost his wisdom. In a weak moment be re-called what the Primary Teacher bad taught him about menrising on stepping-stones of their dead selves to higher things. And Wise-Guy got the Foolish Notion that be badbeen stepping ou the wrong people. After that he began to step on certain parts of bis OwnAnatomy. He started in to tramp some of himself into theground.
Arbutus . ered bis Senior Year, be bad a string of bonorsa foot long. He bad been in everything and behind every-thing. Had be gone on walking over people and crowdingpast them, there is no telling where be would have ended. But Wise-Guy lost his wisdom. In a weak moment be re-called what the Primary Teacher bad taught him about menrising on stepping-stones of their dead selves to higher things. And Wise-Guy got the Foolish Notion that be badbeen stepping ou the wrong people. After that he began to step on certain parts of bis OwnAnatomy. He started in to tramp some of himself into theground. When people discovered that Wise-(Tuy was no longershouldering them out of the way, they all said that be badreached his limitations—and so forgot bini. In the sad struggle to Realize Himself, lie found that no-body else realized him. Moral—If you are going to be a Wise-Guy be a Wise-Guy. A swallow in a tranquil sky ;In clover fields a bee ;Among the flowers, a butterfly ;A yacht upon the sea. F. L. RAINY DAY SKETCH :. not the Impudent, frisky, April sortbe drizzly, insolent Isind. that makesSamon Thurnall sat by the feet were cocked up ou a chair. Hishands were run through his hair and he swore—actually swore,not in gusto, but with steady, unremitting zeal, like the rainoutside. He had been sitting there for two liours. and he mighthare stayed with it two hours more, but for the Icindly inter-ruption of a thundering knock at the door. Come in! he yelled, angrily. There was a bang, a slamand before him, blinking and smiling, stood Heushaw. thatpesky freshman brother of his. Sit down! Samon grunted, without moving a muscle. Uh-huh, Henshaw grunted, throwing himself on the looked dragons at the intruder, but held his lighted a crusty pipe, and amused himself by con-templating the ceiling in silence. There was no sound butthe patter of the rain, till Henshaw. taking the initiative intrue freshman style, ventured: Goin to take a cab for
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