And yet this is not true. We shall emerge: even we who are in America
and suffer most. The important points to be watched are our university
class-rooms. If our colleges will but allow something unselfish,
something that is true for its own sake, something that is part of the
history of the human heart and intellect, to live in their class-rooms,
the boys will find their way to it. The museum holds the precious
urn, to preserve it. The university, in like manner, stands to house
the alphabets of civilization--the historic instruments and agencies
of intellect. They are all akin to each other as the very name and
function of the place imply. The presidents and professors who sit
beside the fountains of knowledge bear different labels and teach
subjects that are called by various names. But the thing which carries
the label is no more than the shell. The life you cannot label; and
it is to foster this life that universities exist. Enthusiasm comes
out of the world and goes into the university. Toward this point flow
the currents of new talent that bubble up in society: here is the
meeting-place of mind. All that a university does is to give the
poppy-seed to the soil, the oil to the lamp, the gold to the rod of
glass before it cools. A university brings the spirit in touch with its
own language, that language through which it has spoken in former days
and through which alone it shall speak again.
PROFESSORIAL ETHICS.
When I was at a university as an undergraduate--I will not say how many
years ago--I received one morning a visit from a friend who was an
upper classman; for, as I remember it, I was a freshman at the time.
My friend brought a petition, and wished to interest me in the case
of a tutor or assistant professor, a great favorite with the college
boys, who was about to be summarily dismissed. There were, to be sure,
vague charges against him of incompetence and insubordination; but of
the basis of these charges his partisans knew little. They only felt
that one of the bright spots in undergraduate life surrounded this
same tutor; they liked him and they valued his teaching. I remember no
more about this episode, nor do I even remember whether I signed the
petition or not. The only thing I very clearly recall is the outcome:
the tutor was dismissed.
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