And it's wonderful what wisdom the boys show.
Of course, they make mistakes, but on the whole they pick the
best men astonishingly. So many times they hit the ones who
come to be distinguished."
"But so many times they don't," the girl followed her words.
Her father and Brant were Bones men--why was the girl arguing
against senior societies? "So many, Mrs. Anderson. Uncle Ted's
friend, the President of Hardrington College, was in Yale in
the '80's and made no senior society; Judge Marston of the
Supreme Court dined with us the other night--he didn't make
anything; Dr. Hamlin, who is certainly one of the great physicians
of the country, wasn't taken. I know a lot more. And look at
some who've made things. Look at my cousin, Gus Vanderpool--he
made Keys twenty years ago and has never done a thing since.
And that fat Mr. Hough, who's so rich and dull--he's Bones."
"You've got statistics at your fingers' ends, haven't you?" said
Mrs. Anderson. "Anybody might think you had a brother among the
juniors who you weren't hopeful about." She looked at the girl
curiously. Then: "They must be about all there," she spoke,
leaning out. "A full fifty feet square of dear frightened laddies.
There's Brant, coming across the campus.
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