Through the school: The experiences of a mill boy in securing an educationBrown, Frederic Kenyon
Philosophy
Through the school: The experiences of a mill boy in securing an education
Brown, Frederic Kenyon
Education
“How are you getting along, Sanderson?” I asked.
“Say,” he pleaded, “you couldn’t just run over these reports of mine on
your typewriter, could you, Priddy. I’m back about a dozen, and must
have them in to get passing marks. It would be such a help!”
“Unfortunately, what with sermons, two prize essays on which I am
working, and my own studies, Sanderson, I haven’t a spare minute!”
“Then I’ll have to root out some freshman and give him the job, though
a freshman’s so uninformed! Why, I asked one of ’em to just scribble
a two-page description of Jane Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice’ and it
took the idiot most a week to do it, and I don’t think it can be hard
reading, from what the Prof. said about it. Now if I’d had time, I
could have read it in a night!”
“Same old Sanderson,” I muttered. “I don’t know how you’d get through
without help!”
“Well,” he retorted, “since you brought your wife and boy to town,
you’ve done mighty little for me, eh?”
“Oh, you’ll take care of yourself,” I replied.
“Well,” he winked, “I have been lucky, lately. Jimmy’s stuck by me!”
“Who’s your latest benefactor, ‘Jimmy?’” I enquired.
“He’s a medic. who rooms across the campus. The nicest man you ever
met: patient--oh, so patient, and motherly--oh, so motherly!”
“Motherly?”
“Yes, can sew patches on, and buttons, like a real endowed maiden aunt,
and when I’m out of sorts he reads to me, and when I prick my thumb he
brings over a medicine case and drops peroxide on. I sprained my wrist
at hand-ball, and Jimmy soaked and painted it with stuff, and made a
firm leather brace for it. Oh, you wait till he blows in on the medical
profession, he’ll fit in it as no man, before him, ever fitted in it.
He looks after me like a regular private physician, if I’ll only let
him come in and study with me. You see, his own room’s always so full
that he wants to get away.”
Sanderson smiled significantly at me.
“Filled with a lot more soft-soapers like you, eh?” I laughed.
“Well, willing good-nature like Jimmy’s is liable to be imposed on,”
he agreed. “He comes to my room for protection. I tell you, my lessons
have picked up wonderfully since he came.”
“Will he be in tonight?” I asked.
“He sure will!” said Sanderson. “If he doesn’t I don’t know how I’ll
get along with my biology quiz in the morning. I was saving it for him!”
“You fraud! He has his own work to do!”
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