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of a true gentleman to be able to drink and hold his liquor. The gentleman prided himself upon his ability to imbibe and not show it. Today the situation is different, vastly different. You fellows think you can drink! Why, I haven't touched any liquor for years but I'll wager I could drink any one of you under the table this minute!" Which was pretty good and struck home because the present custom around the colleges seems to be to get drunk on someone else's breath quite often. ...... I had a perfectly splendid time at Meadville. Found the group of twenty-odd young aspirants to the ministry a most interesting, jolly, human crowd of boys, some of them fascinating. Ken Walker looked very natural. Do you remember him? He is older than most of them -- about thirty-five I judge, having had a long career in library work before deciding to go into the ministry. He graduates this September and is to be married then too. It made me frightfully envious to hear him talk of it and how I wished that we too might be married this summer. But we shan't have much longer to wait, shall we? In another year we shall be together and though it looks long now, we know the years are racing by, all too fast perhaps. It seems that this one cannot race too fast. To get back to Meadville, the whole visit was a delight. How much I enjoy meeting new people and seeing new places. We dined out, having Saturday night dinner with the president of the school, and Sunday dinner with the caretaker and his family, enjoying both immensely. The school has been sold and will be moved to Chicago this June permanently. I met Bob Day, who is just finishing there. You remember him at Shoals the first year. I shall never forget him as the one who conducted my first Candlelight Service and how impressively he did it. In fact I can hear him still, his enunciation being almost too perfect, if you know what I mean. It was so sharp and clear cut that it almost marred the beauty of the service for me, too faultless, too distinct, to be really beautiful. Do you remember that service? Ken's pal, Ray Bragg, is a typical American boy of the very finest sort. He is one of the greatest quartermilers in the country, handsome, winning, idealistic, human, a real fellow. I think we shall hear from him. He went to Bates and Brown before coming to Meadville. At Brown he refused to be initiated into Delta Kappa Epsilon because he simply couldn't go their boozing. As I understand, he backed out at the very last, and to do that takes courage because he must have formed some strong ties by that time. You can see the type he is, thoroughly human, no prig, not afraid to swear a bit occasionally, but with ideals that reach out to things far above and beyond a small thing like saying "damn" or "hell" occasionally, to things that count in life. In fact it may seem strange that many of these fellows do say occasionally something that one might not expect perhaps from a person studying for the ministry. I wonder if it is strange. These are genuine, red-blooded, human fellows with high, splendid ideals, striving for them. They aren't passive, docile, pale-faced young men, conforming