"Oh," he answered, "who but a childlike, _naïve_ people would laugh over such a stupid joke as yours? Anyway, how did you dare bring such a silly story into so serious a conversation?" "Yes," I replied; "that is as you say a sign of our youth. The more complex and seasoned jokes belong to the older civilizations, and the love of a simple story and the ready response to it, even though it be a poor story, are a sign of our youthful health; but you know," I added, "that story I told was not so _mal apropos_ after all." And the rest of the day I struggled mightily to convince the Herr Director that being "from Missoury" is one of the most hopeful things about the American Spirit. VII _The Herr Director and the College Spirit_ "Take us out of New York," the Herr Director said after a wearing day of sightseeing, "or we will go home on the next steamer. My neck aches from looking at the sky-scrapers, my nerves are all on edge, and," glancing at the Frau Directorin who had hugely enjoyed every moment and showed no sign of weariness, "we must have rest." I was reluctant to leave New York, because, after all, it holds those great thrills with which we like to startle our foreign friends. I feared the change from those daily surprises which thus far I had been able to give them. Lake Mohonk, the only place outside of New York City which we had visited, is unique in many ways and its experiences were not likely to be duplicated; so it was somewhat heavy heartedly that I started them on a new adventure, praying to Him who "holds the nations in the hollow of His Hand" to aid me in my praiseworthy endeavors. I was not very sanguine that my prayer would be answered, for we were beginning a tour of the Eastern educational institutions, than which there is nothing more difficult to interpret. This, not only because they have no counterpart anywhere in Europe, and the line between our university and college is so indistinct, but because I hoped to reveal their Spirit, which no mere outsider can comprehend, and which even the man on the inside finds it difficult to understand. I drew into the conspiracy dear friends, _alumni_ of the different institutions, who knew every blade of grass on each respective campus, over which they walked proudly and reverently. To find one university tucked away in a village, another defying the grime and noise of a growing city which crowded upon it; one still retaining its air of exclusive dignity in spite of its garish surroundings, while a fourth was nearly swamped by the culture-hungry children of immigrants, yet remained triumphantly American, was new enough and startling enough to keep my guests on the heights.