Boyle swore at Jimmy with an understandable wrath. He poured out his hopelessness and rage in obscenities that made even the hardened newspaper man wince. He cursed Jimmy, the police, Professor Brierly, McCall, everything and everybody to which he could lay tongue. Jimmy looked at him pityingly, understandingly, and left him, raging and cursing. Jimmy decided to go home and bask in the camp's domestic quiet. Tommy Van Orden, under his mother's adoring eyes, was trying, in imitation of his big Uncle Jack, to teach the puppy to wipe its paws. The three men were on the porch. Professor Brierly, in an expansive mood, was enlarging on one of his favorite conversational topics. "Education! Education has become a mere form. There was a time in this country, even in this country, when a boy or girl went to an institution of higher learning for only one reason: to get an education. And now! Stadia and bowls instead of laboratories and classrooms. Physical perfection has become a fetish and that is being highly commercialized. "When Einstein delivers an important pronouncement, an announcement that is of universal importance, the papers facetiously give it a few paragraphs. But when a center receives the football and runs several hundred yards with it, the papers get hysterical--" "A center, Professor? Several hundred yards?" murmured Matthews. Professor Brierly glared at him. Matthews gently corrected him: "A center wouldn't be permitted to receive a pass, or run several hundred yards or--" "Well, the tacklers, then, or the guardsmen." "Nor the tackles or guards, Professor," murmured Matthews. "Keep quiet!" snapped Professor Brierly. "What difference does it make. The point I am making is that the mass is taught to pay too much attention to perfectly inconsequential things while they ignore or overlook the things of sound worth. "You can get, at most, only a handful of persons to listen to a sound informative lecture, whereas seventy thousand persons will sit in a freezing rain to watch Cagle, of Southern California, or Grange, of Yale--" Matthews again interrupted: "Better not make it public, Professor, that Cagle played on the Trojans team, or Grange for old Eli. If it became known--" "You are the saddest commentary of the truth of what I am saying," snarled the old scientist. "How can a person know the worthwhile things when he stores his mind with such trivial--you know far too much of such things, young man." Martha came to the door and told Jimmy that he was wanted on the telephone. She also emphatically gave it as her opinion that a man who spoke as did the caller on the telephone was no gentleman. With the utterance of his "Hello," Hite's growl came over the wire.