When men meet to nominate a President this fact comes out most strongly.

The man from Texas makes a combination with the man from Michigan, and two delegations swing together, for have not these two men well known each other since the day their classes met in a rush upon the campus twenty years ago?
No studious recluse was Harlson.

His backwoods training would not allow of that.

In every class encounter, in every fray with townsmen, it is to be feared in almost every hazing, after his own gruesome experience--for they hazed then vigorously--he was a factor, and beefsteak had been bound upon his cheek on more than one occasion.

A rollicking class was his, though not below the average in its scholarship, and the sometimes reckless mood of it just suited him.
"There were three men of Babylon, of Babylon, of Babylon." There is what some claim is an aristocracy in American colleges.