TALKS WITH A KID BROTHER
much as any of us. So whenever the glib man made a slight mistake, which was easy enough to tell from the expression on the General's face, Jimmy would look suddenly pained and swear in a sad, discouraged way, most captivating to the virile old campaigner, who would beam on Jimmy and say, "You must bear wiz him, Mr. Festerveld; you must bear wiz him!" Westerfield was invariably given a first and was offered an instructorship in German at the end of the year, and—
Yes, that was the last of the academic procession. I don't know why I am telling you stories. It's time for you to go in. I'll have to take my train back to the city. You are now your own master. You have more freedom than you ever had in your life. What are you going to do with it? As sure as you and I are looking at each other's eyes you are going to do things you'll wish you had not done before the final academic procession of your college course. They may be little, harmless things, they may be rather big and black. If you have a sincere
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