. Argo . lllll. Letter of a Self-Made Fool to His Alma Mater My Mother Fair: This morning- I woke up in Oxford — that was becauseI got here last night. I wanted to go to sleep again; but an old boy full ofside whiskers walked into my room as though he owned the college, threwopen the window-shutters, and said Good morning, Sir. Well, 1 thought itmust be the Provost, or the Dean at least, and I scarcely knew how to answer,hut thought it safe to echo his sentiments, so I said Good morning, turned around quicker that I ever expected to see him move again; hishands went up in the air. and h
. Argo . lllll. Letter of a Self-Made Fool to His Alma Mater My Mother Fair: This morning- I woke up in Oxford — that was becauseI got here last night. I wanted to go to sleep again; but an old boy full ofside whiskers walked into my room as though he owned the college, threwopen the window-shutters, and said Good morning, Sir. Well, 1 thought itmust be the Provost, or the Dean at least, and I scarcely knew how to answer,hut thought it safe to echo his sentiments, so I said Good morning, turned around quicker that I ever expected to see him move again; hishands went up in the air. and he said in really horrified tone: Oh Sir, youmustnt Sir me. Sir; Im your servant, Sir; its against the etiquette of theVarsity. Sir. I swallowed both sheets and half the blanket trying to keepfrom laughing That is no whole cloth either. After breakfast I went to call on the Senior Tutor. When I came awayI dont know whether I was really visible or not. 1 felt much too infinitesimalto be seen except through a mic
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