Do you remember those boyhood days when going to college was greater than going to Congress—and you'd rather be right tackle than President?
Harold's ambition to go to college had taken definite form one raw March afternoon five months before that Summer night he play-acted in front of his mirror. He had had thoughts of college before, but they had been fleeting, discouraged by his knowledge of the Lamb finances and of his father's oftrepeated opinion of the mental and moral competence of the products of our universities. Henry Lamb's opinion, to be sure, was based upon the performances of Walter Coburn, Jr., Union State '26 and son of the president of the First National Bank of Sanford. This was hardly giving our colleges an even break. Walter, Jr., spent his summers supposedly learning the banking business at the First National, at times under the tutelage of Henry Lamb. In reality Walter spent his summers driving a high-powered motor car between Sanford and fashionable resorts near by and reported for duty at the bank, sleepy
