These notes will serve to identify Sylvia as she crosses the campus of this honorable seat of learning on a June afternoon.
This particular June afternoon fell somewhat later than the second consulship of Grover Cleveland and well within the ensuing period of radicalism.

The Hoosiers with whom we shall have to do are not those set forth by Eggleston, but the breed visible to-day in urban marketplaces, who submit themselves meekly to tailors and schoolmasters.

There is always corn in their Egypt, and no village is so small but it lifts a smokestack toward a sky that yields nothing to Italy's.

The heavens are a soundingboard devised for the sole purpose of throwing back the mellifluous voices of native orators.

At the cross-roads store, philosophers, perched upon barrel and soap-box (note the soap-box), clinch in endless argument.