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Yi. In fact, his Life became crowded with tingling Experiences.

The collection of Cigarette Pictures made him acquainted with many
Celebrities. His intimacy with them grew apace as he developed a
bookish appetite for Sunday Newspapers.

He danced with the local Chickadees, but all the time his Heart was
far away, in the Dramatic Column.

Suddenly he found that he was an Upper Classman, to whom each Neophyte
touched the Leaf of Lettuce balanced on top of the Head, ostensibly as
a Cap.

He became endowed with the divine Right to hit himself on the Leg with
a Walking Stick and sit on a hallowed Fence.

Simultaneous-like, he became conscious of the fact that the Footlight
Favorites were no longer worthy of him. He began to hold long and
serious Conversaziones with the Sister of a Prof.

She was an aerial Performer who wore powerful Spectacles, in which any
one standing before her could see an Image of himself, greatly
reduced.

She looked as if she had been sitting up all night, writing a History
of Civilization.

Walter found himself uplifted every time they were left together in
the Library. Sometimes she took him up so high that he became dizzy.

He now began to prog as follows: He and the Lady Emerson would be
legally welded just after Commencement and spend the Honeymoon at some
lively Chautauqua.

The grinding Wheels and raucous buying and selling of the Marts of
Trade seemed faint and far away when he roamed through the Cloisters
with Elfreda. He was in the moulting Stage, and it seemed to him that
Success in Life would consist of going about reeking of Culture.

A Degree looked bigger than a Dividend.

He never had heard tell of such a thing as a Coal-Bill or a Special
Assessment for a Sewer.

The vision of Elfreda floated out through a Transom three days after
he drew a Desk in the extensive Works owned by the Governor.

He was too busy keeping his Head above the Churning Waves to bother
with Speculative Philosophy or write Letters studded with Latin
Phrases, like Currants in an English Cake.

All the cringing Peons in the big Stockade hated him because he had a
Drag. It was up to him to deliver the Merchandise and demonstrate that
he was a Human Being rather than a College Graduate.

In the meantime, the Spectators were hoping that he would Skid and go
into the Fence.

He began to wear his Frat pin on his undershirt, and he had no time to
frivol away on the fluffy Gender, because he