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...years--out of the way like an old shoe. Students attentive to this somewhat myopic suggestion often find themselves forgetting the excellencies outside their field just as they are acquiring the maturity to enjoy them. One of the purposes of Harvard's present system is the elimination of this sort of thing, and it is unfortunate that the Ph.D attitude occasionally mitigates its potential usefulness. Columbia's new plan does nothing to remove this loophole, and in places reverts to the noxious errors of the elective system. It is still the part of wisdom to extend a tribute of sympathy...
...could from all idea of the teachers personality and methods of teaching. As for the subject matter, if he were not an adept, he would not understand the first word, and even if he understood, it would be impossible for him to give the readers of the CRIMSON any sort of an idea what it was all about...
...wish that I could help you further in the matter of mathematics. The excuse for the existence of that science is given in Lincoln's words: 'For fellers who like that sort of thing, it is just about the sort of thing they like'. There is very little inspiration for any one else...
...cure for student ailments. When a properly qualified person enters the field, and suggests a probable, though simple cause, he is ignored merely because he is not spectacular enough. The tabloids demand at least a scandal, and the serious-minded expect a psychological complication of the most severe sort...
...nine o'clock class is familiar with the sleeping six and the half dozen late. The well lighted windows of the Business School, and even of the Freshman Halls, tell to any late traveller by the Charles a story sufficiently convincing. Perhaps Dr. Ferrand did not refer to this sort of undergraduate, but rather to those who might be ranked in the Army of the Unemployed. The sinners have salvation in their own hands, but for the plodding saint there is too often only the satisfaction of a fleeting glimpse at Parnassus...