Its bitterness came to the special meeting in the "Frat hall," where there were hearts, indeed, of that right sort, and one of them became vocal in its bitterness.

This was the heart of Fred Mitchell, who was now an authority, being president of the Junior Class, chairman of the Prom Committee, and other things pleasant to be and to live for at his age.
"For me, Brothers," he said, "I'd think I'd a great deal rather have been shot through the head than heard the news from Washington to-day! I tell you, I've spent the meanest afternoon I ever did in my life, and I guess it's been pretty much the same with all of us.

The worst of it is, it looks as though there isn't a thing in the world we can do.

The country's been betrayed by a few blatherskites and boneheads that had the power to do it, and all we can do we've just got to stand it.

But there's some Americans that aren't just standing it, and I want to tell you a lot of 'em are men from the universities, just like us.