The Goose-step: A Study of American EducationSinclair, Upton
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The Goose-step: A Study of American Education
Sinclair, Upton
Education -- United States; Universities and colleges -- United States
There was a table of honor across the front of the room, raised above
the others, and at this table sat the president of the university, and
on his right hand the grand duke of the interlocking regents, and on his
left hand the second grand duke, and all the robber lords and barons of
the state carefully ranged according to their financial standing, looked
up in the latest Moody’s Manual, or Dun or Bradstreet, or wherever it is
that you find these things. At the other tables, tapering away from the
royal presence, were placed the deans and heads of departments, the
professors, the assistant professors, the instructors, all graded
according to the amount of their salaries, and any slightest variation
in the order of precedence jealously looked out for and resented. My
friend the scientist was put in his pecuniary proper place; the fact
that he was a master mind who would have occupied the seat of honor at
any function of any university faculty in Europe, made no slightest
difference; he was not even asked to meet the interlocking regents, nor
were they aware of his existence. The president met such great ones, and
shook hands with them, for he was a fifteen thousand dollar a year man;
but my scientist friend was only a four or five thousand dollar a year
man, and was expected to stay with his own kind.
Also, while on this visit to Berkeley, I talked with the wife of a
professor; the ladies, you know, have an especially acute sense for
social matters, and often have a pungent way of expressing what they
feel. This lady had been walking on the beach at Del Monte, the
exclusive resort of the California plutocracy. Perhaps she wasn’t meant
to be there; anyhow, there came strolling toward her the president of
the university, with two or three of the wives of his wealthiest
regents. They were coquettishly and elaborately got up, and he was
indulging in elephantine playfulness, talking to them about “getting
their tootsies wet”—crude efforts of a man of majesty and learning to
descend to social dalliance. He stopped in front of the wife of his
professor and spoke to her, but did not introduce her to the other
ladies, a grave and intentional discourtesy. Instead of that, he looked
at her sternly and said: “I wish you to know that I have no use whatever
for science.”
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