The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-12-08

ing at this hall Strict account is kept,
on the cooperative plan, of what the
supplies cost, week by week, and each
student is then charged pro rata. The
cost, at present, is less than four dol
lars week to each man, for twenty
one meals.
Of the sets within sets at Harvard,
the literary class must not be over
looked. These are the students who,
while enjoying the broad and general
life of the university, dip into college
journalism, write the class poems, and
become members of the debating So
cieties. The publications that solicit
their attention in journalism are: The
Crimson, daily paper; the Harvard
Monthly; the Advocate, bi-monthly,
and the Lampoon, also bi-monthly.
The Crimson has snug little Office of
its own, where it has more complete
equipment, doubt not, than any other
college publication in the land.
Opposed to the purely social set, of
whom mention has already been made,
are the men l might designate as the
"anti-society" fellows. They may
have distinct standing in the univer-
sig, yet in no way do they mingle in
the purely social forms. Are they
women haters? Ask any pretty Bos-
ton girl. They are simply the wide
awake young men who are without
the necessary means to shine in Ha.-
ward society; or, it may be, they have
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gilded circle; or, they may lack ambi-
ton or family influence. At any rate,
they go through their college course
quietly. and when they graduate they
leave little or no impress behind them.
l saw a man, spectacles on nose,
shoulders prematurely stopped and
general air of the hermit about him.
Under his arm he carried two immense
tones. He was hurrying to the class
rooms I asked one of the boys to tell
me about him. The response throws
light on some interesting Harvard
modes of thought.
''Oh," said NY informant, she is only
a grind don't have anything to do
with him.
There is class of students at Har-
ward who plunge so deeply into their
books that they have no time for any
other diversion. These the men desig
nate, with quite contemptuous air,
'.grinds." Athletes hate grinds. So
ciety men despise grinds. Non-society
boys ignore grinds as too slow. The
literary set scorns grinds. And the
grinds themselves scarcely know each
other-they are too busy! "Why,"
said literary chap to me, 'those
grinds are next to useless. They use
the college like an orange. They suck
out of it all they can, giving in return
They never break record;
they never chase the gigskin; they
never do anything, only grind,
grind, grind. Did you ever hear
of a grind drinking glass of
beer-or going to the theater-or
sitting up till the sun rises over the
top of deck Of cards, which you and
l may have been using all night-or
kissing pretty girl-or squeezing her
hand-or raising a racket? Well, not
much!"
l entered grind's room. Good
sir said, adopting the
English master-and-man style,
and lacking sir" on my compliments.
He looked up from his book. ''WeIl,
how are you?" was his hesitant re-
spouse. Il came to look at your room;
you will permit me?" ''Oh, certainly,
certainly; but you must excuse me; |
have to grind out this lesson in psychol-
ogy." / looked at the room. 1t was
quite devoid of ornaments. There were
a dozen shelves of ponderous books. !
did not see picture of two fighting
game cocks-nor one of Rancosos win
ming the handicap-nor Of the late la
mented Sullivan in full regalia, bring
ing the claret from Corbett's nose-nor
Of two bulldogs, making mince meat
Of each other 1 did see something
on the wall, modestly pinned in far
down corner, that looked like last
years valentine, evidently such as
would be selected by maiden aunt TO
send to her dutiful nephew in Harvard
The grind kept grinding, until, final
y, ground myself out of sight.
JOHN HUBERT GREUsEL-