A Classic Is A Book That Doesn't

So Often Do You See Collegians Enter Life With High Resolve And Lofty Purpose And Then Watch Them Shrink And Shrink To Sordid, Selfish, Shrewd Plodders, Full Of Distrust And Sneers.

One Is Astonished In The Study Of History At The Recurrence Of The Idea That Evil Must Be Forgotten, Distorted, Skimmed Over. We Must Not Remember That Daniel Webster Got Drunk But Only That He Was A Splendid Constitutional Lawyer. We Must Forget That George Washington Was A Slave Owner . . . And Simply Remember The Things We Regard As Creditable And Inspiring. The Difficulty, Of Course, With This Philosophy Is That History Loses Its Value As An Incentive And Example; It Paints Perfect Man And Noble Nations, But It Does Not Tell The Truth.

I Believe In Pride Of Race And Lineage And Self: In Pride Of Self So Deep As To Scorn Injustice To Other Selves; In Pride Of Lineage So Great As To Despise No Man's Father; In Pride Of Race So Chivalrous As Neither To Offer Bastardy To The Weak Nor Beg Wedlock Of The Strong, Knowing That Men May Be Brothers In Christ, Even Though They Be Not Brothers-in-law.

The Cause Of War Is Preparation For War.

The World Still Wants To Ask That A Woman Primarily Be Pretty And If She Is Not, The Mob Pouts And Asks Querulously, 'what Else Are Women For?