. The sibyl. ould I have an opportu-nity to revisit the (Xterbein that we knew and loved so they have rebuilt the main luiilding and replacedSaum llall with an inii)osing stone structure, not to men- tion the other new buildings that were erected last year, Ifear it would seem so strange that it would only make methe more homesick for the old college. There comes just now the picture of Dr. Sanders roomto my mind, where we used to sit in wise deliberation anddiscuss evolution, presentationalism, logical necessity and allthose perplexing questions of physchology. I often wondernow ho
. The sibyl. ould I have an opportu-nity to revisit the (Xterbein that we knew and loved so they have rebuilt the main luiilding and replacedSaum llall with an inii)osing stone structure, not to men- tion the other new buildings that were erected last year, Ifear it would seem so strange that it would only make methe more homesick for the old college. There comes just now the picture of Dr. Sanders roomto my mind, where we used to sit in wise deliberation anddiscuss evolution, presentationalism, logical necessity and allthose perplexing questions of physchology. I often wondernow how Dr. Sanders could be so patient with us. Do youremember how he would sit at his desk and with an indul-gent smile listen to ovtr miserable attempts of talking aboutthings we knew nothine- of? And talking about unknown reminds me of Dr. Sher-ricks, Jr., rhetoric recitations. I can see that old room yetwith its walls blackened by time and smoke, and that biground coal stove around which we would congregate on. no
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