hard degree to get, not like one of these Doctor of Laws degrees that they just hand out to a bunch of bankers and authors and cabinet members and so on so's to get some dough out of 'em, but anyway, whether it's hard to get or not, they tell me that no guy, no matter how smart he is in a teaching way, can ever hope to hit the higher and better-paid grades of teaching and research unless he can show the bosses at the college that he's got a Ph.D. degree—
But anyway, this Professor—or Doctor—Baroot was watching me, just like Mr. Laks was here just recently, and so I pulled a long mouth—say, I guess if you'd seen me, you'd 've thought Germany had won the war or I'd been unable to collect my biggest account. So I made up my mind I'd make out like I had a bobtailed flush, and fix my mind on that thought and put it over—
Because you can say what you like, and God. knows I'm a good Congregationalist and not no New Thoughter or Theosophist or Swedenborgian or anything like that, but they can say what they
