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recognized me. And when I said, "You are 

 fortunate fellows to be allowed to study in this 

 beautiful place. I wish I could join you." 

 "Well, why don't you?" he asked. "I have n't 

 money enough," I said. "Oh, as to money," 

 he reassuringly explained, "very little is re- 

 quired. I presume you're able to enter the 

 Freshman class, and you can board yourself as 

 quite a number of us do at a cost of about a 

 dollar a week. The baker and milkman come 

 every day. You can live on bread and milk." 

 Well, I thought, maybe I have money enough 

 for at least one beginning term. Anyhow I 

 could n't help trying. 



With fear and trembling, overladen with 

 ignorance, I called on Professor Stirling, the 

 Dean of the Faculty, who was then Acting 

 President, presented my case, and told him 

 how far I had got on with my studies at home, 

 and that I had n't been to school since leaving 

 Scotland at the age of eleven years, except- 

 ing one short term of a couple of months at a 

 district school, because I could not be spared 

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