"
"No, no," he said, "I'm going into insurance; but, you
see, those subjects fitted in better than anything else."
"Fitted in?"
"Yes. Turkish comes at nine, music at ten and religion
at eleven. So they make a good combination; they leave
a man free to--"
"To develop his mind," I said. "We used to find in my
college days that lectures interfered with it badly. But
now, Turkish, that must be an interesting language, eh?"
"Search me!" said the student. "All you have to do is
answer the roll and go out. Forty roll-calls give you
one Turkish unit--but, say, I must get on, I've got to
change. So long."
I could not help reflecting, as the young man left me,
on the great changes that have come over our college
education. It was a relief to me later in the day to talk
with a quiet, sombre man, himself a graduate student in
philosophy, on this topic. He agreed with me that the
old strenuous studies seem to be very largely abandoned.
I looked at the sombre man with respect.
"Now your work," I said, "is very different from what
these young people are doing--hard, solid, definite
effort. What a relief it must be to you to get a brief
vacation up here. I couldn't help thinking to-day, as I
watched you moving round doing nothing, how fine it must
feel for you to come up here after your hard work and
put in a month of out-and-out loafing.
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