"There's something about a campus," he said, as they started
out;--"there's a likeness in all of them, or maybe it's sentiment that
binds them together. Wellesley speaks to Yale, and the language of both
is understood by Madison. Ah--there's the proof of it now!"
Integer vitae, scelerisque purus!
A dozen students lounging on the steps of the library had begun to sing
the Latin words to a familiar air. Dan followed in his deep bass to the
end.
"The words are the words of Horace, but the tune is the tune of Eli
with thanks to Dr. Fleming," he remarked. "It's that sort of thing that
makes college worth while. I'll wager those are seniors, who already
feel a little heartache because their college years are so nearly over.
I'm getting to be an old grad myself, but those songs still give me a
twinge."
"I understand that," said Sylvia. "I'll soon be saying good-bye to girls
I may never see again, or when I meet them at a reunion in five or ten
years, they'll be different. College is only the beginning, after all."
"It's only the beginning, but for some fellows it's the end, too. It
scares me to see how many of my classmates are already caught in the
undertow. I wonder sometimes whether I'm not going under myself."
Sylvia turned toward him.
"I rather imagine that you're a strong swimmer. It would surprise me if
you didn't do something pretty big.
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