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and learned that education meant work. The co-ordination 

 of all the studies of the graded curriculum to the one end, 

 the moulding of character and the integral development of 

 all the powers of mind and heart, had no better illustration 

 and exemplification than in the career of Andrew Shipman. 



He was a student at Georgetown seven years in all, from 

 1871 to 1878, three in the preparatory school and four in the 

 college. During his entire student career he won distinction 

 in his studies, and more than once first honors in his classes. 

 In his junior year he won the Philodemic Medal and the Mor- 

 ris Historical Medal ; in his senior year, the Mechanics Medal, 

 the Tennyson Prize Essay Medal and the Hoffman Mathe- 

 matical medal. He was always eager for knowledge, and his 

 training at Georgetown stimulated his mental appetite. He 

 was by nature a student and a keen one, but not the pale and 

 melancholy book-worm so often held up to the popular imagi- 

 nation as typical. He was robust both in body and mind, 

 hearty and afifable in manner, but modest and retiring. He 

 had no athletic proclivities, but at times took part in and en- 

 joyed the wholesome exercise of some of the games in which 

 the students of that time indulged. If I remember correctly 

 hand-ball was his favorite game. In his day at Georgetown 

 athletics had not developed to the conspicuous and organized 

 position they now hold in college programmes. The students 

 played their games with zest but their sports held no major 

 dignity in the life of the college. They were intended to be 

 a needed relaxation and the means of building up a healthy 

 body as the fitting co-ordinate of a healthy mind. 



Even in his college days Andrew's mind ran to recondite 

 and remote things, never, however, to the neglect of his regu- 

 lar studies. Outside of class hours, the surest place in which 

 to find him was in the college library. If I remember aright 

 he was unofficial assistant to the then Hbrarian, Rev. John 

 Sumner. He knew the library thoroughly, and at a moment's 

 notice could lay his hand upon any book asked for, no easy 

 accomplishment in those days, for the library was much 

 crowded and many volumes were in odd and obscure corners 

 and not as accurately classified as they might have been. He 

 was a book-lover, though not a book-worm, a distinction with 

 a vast difference. He enjoyed books vitally, for their usufruct 

 in practical application, and not as sepulchres of the dead 



