CONFESSIONS OF A GENTLEMAN

Last night I dodged the traffic that the School of Architecture has taken to counting--though I don't quite see the connection--unless the new Fogg is to have a stream line body. Well, anyway I did and headed for the "Wids" because I got a bit suspicious about my knowledge of this course in social sophistry or whatever they call it that I'm taking. And the first one I met, was Art Knott who was looking for the same stuff I was. So we found out that Mr. Rend 'Em and Weep or something satisfying like that was awaiting just such intelligence's as ours, and hurried thence. And there we found the only other gentleman in the course the rest are professionals with the "A" and "B" disease--and so the three of us settled into three hours of "grasping the fundamental facts." Well, I can't get too expressive here since they say that ladies are now reading the undergraduate literature but it was pretty bad. I took notes on what parts of the book he thought we ought to read and found that by reading the whole book I would have covered what was needed. And I took his word for what was more, most and very most important and tried to keep from sinking into a pleasant apathy. And at about quarter after eleven I new something and that was that I was tired. But today I can tell the whole of creation about six of its social errors. Perhaps that's what is wanted. I hope so. One never does know exactly what the head of a course calls education. And then these graduates raise the standards as well as a lot of fool questions. Well, I've done my best anyway. Human nature is human nature and life is rather short.