Memories of Brown; traditions and recollections gathered from many sources . rs, when we had nothing but Greek, Latin and mathe-matics, and only a very limited option the last two years 116 Memories of Brown in one-third of our studies, when we were allowed tochoose between French and German. The most con-spicuous feature of Dr. Waylands system was the ad-mission of special students to any courses they were quali-fied to take. Thus many of my schoolmates enteredcollege when I entered, but recited with the junior orsenior classes, because almost the only studies they couldtake were modern langu
Memories of Brown; traditions and recollections gathered from many sources . rs, when we had nothing but Greek, Latin and mathe-matics, and only a very limited option the last two years 116 Memories of Brown in one-third of our studies, when we were allowed tochoose between French and German. The most con-spicuous feature of Dr. Waylands system was the ad-mission of special students to any courses they were quali-fied to take. Thus many of my schoolmates enteredcollege when I entered, but recited with the junior orsenior classes, because almost the only studies they couldtake were modern languages, English and history. Thusour entering classes were very large for that period, con-siderably above loo, but by the next year but few wereleft. Dr. Waylands system also aimed to make the re-muneration of the professors depend somewhat on theirmaking their courses attractive. Every professor had auniform salary of ^i,ooo, and in addition six dollars eachhalf-year for every student in his classes. This system,however, prevailed but a short time. Edward H. Cutler, 18^ Memories of Brown 17 The Faculty in the Fifties A T the time of matriculation Dr. Wayland used toL\ sit in his office looking much like a hon in his den.^ -^ Ushered into his presence, the trembling fresh-man was ready to obey unquestioningly his slight-est behest. So when the matriculation register was placed before the youngfellow, and the presi-dent, looking out fromunder his shaggy brow,bade him sign it, hethought of nothing butinstantaneous acquies-cence. Then came thecatastrophe, the o 1 dlion thundering out, Stop, sir. Read whatyou are going to do you know thatit is not a note ofhand? A MUCH honored pro-fessor, then a veryyoung man, had latelyreturned from a resi-dence of a year or two
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