"It helps in this way," explained the Idiot. "We shall have a Board of Inspectors made up of men with some knowledge of human nature who will put these thousands of young graduates through a cross-examination to find out just what they can do. Few of 'em have the slightest idea of that and they'll gladly pay for the assistance we propose to give them when they have discovered that they have taken the first real step toward securing a useful and profitable occupation. If a Valedictorian comes into the University Intelligence Office and applies for a job we'll put him through a third degree examination and if we discover in him those restful qualities which go to the making of a good plumber, we'll set about finding him a job in a plumbing establishment. If a Greek Salutatorian in search of a position has the sweep of arm and general uplift of manner that indicates a useful career as a window-washer, we will put him in communication with those who need just such a person." "How about the coldly supercilious young man who knows it all and wishes to lead a life of elegant leisure, yet must have wages?" asked the Bibliomaniac. "Our Colleges are turning out many such." "He's the easiest proposition in the bunch," replied the Idiot. "If they were all like that our fortunes would be established in a week." "In what way?" persisted the Bibliomaniac. "In two ways," replied the Idiot. "Such persons are constantly in demand as Janitors of cheap apartment houses which are going up with marvelous rapidity on all sides of us, and as Editors of ten-cent magazines, of which on the average there are, I believe, five new ones started every day of the year, including Saturdays, Sundays and legal holidays." "I say, Mr. Idiot," said the Doctor later. "That was a bully idea of yours about the University Intelligence Office. It would be a lot of help to the thousands of youngsters who are graduated every year--but I don't think it's practicable just yet. What I wanted to ask you is if you could help me with Bill?" "Certainly I can," said the Idiot. "Really?" cried the Doctor. "Yes, indeed," said the Idiot. "I can help you a lot." "How? What shall I do?" asked the Doctor. "Take my advice," whispered the Idiot. "Let Bill alone. He'll find himself. You can tell that by his answer." "Oh!" said the Doctor, lapsing into solemnity. "I thought you could give me a material suggestion as to what to do with the boy." "Ah! You want something specific, eh?" said the Idiot. "Yes," said the Doctor. "Well--get him a job as a Campaign Speaker. This is a great year for the stump," said the Idiot. "That isn't bad," said the Doctor. "Which side?" "Either," said the Idiot. "Or both. Bill has adaptability and, between you and me, from what I hear on the street _both_ sides are going to win this year. If they do, Bill's fortune is made." THE COUNTRY SCHOOL ANONYMOUS Put to the door--the school's begun-- Stand in your places every one,-- Attend,----