SCHOLARSHIP


There is in Washington an old "grouch' whose son was graduated from

Yale. When the young man came home at the end of his first term, he

exulted in the fact that he stood next to the head of his class. But the

old gentleman was not satisfied.



"_Next_ to the head!" he exclaimed. "What do you mean? I'd like to know

what you think I'm sending you to college for? _Next_ to the head! Why

aren't you at the head,
where you ought to be?"



At this the son was much crestfallen; but upon his return, he went about

his work with such ambition that at the end of the term he found himself

in the coveted place. When he went home that year he felt very proud. It

would be great news for the old man.



When the announcement was made, the father contemplated his son for a

few minutes in silence; then, with a shrug, he remarked:



"At the head of the class, eh? Well, that's a fine commentary on Yale

University!"--_Howard Morse_.





"Well, there were only three boys in school to-day who could answer one

question that the teacher asked us," said a proud boy of eight.



"And I hope my boy was one of the three," said the proud mother.



"Well, I was," answered Young Hopeful, "and Sam Harris and Harry Stone

were the other two."



"I am very glad you proved yourself so good a scholar, my son; it makes

your mother proud of you. What question did the teacher ask, Johnnie?"



"'Who broke the glass in the back window?'"





Sammy's mother was greatly distressed because he had such poor marks in

his school work. She scolded, coaxed, even promised him a dime if he

would do better. The next day he came running home.



"Oh, mother," he shouted, "I got a hundred!"



"And what did you get a hundred in?"



"In two things," replied Sammy without hesitation. "I got forty in

readin' and sixty in spellin'."





Who ceases to be a student has never been one.--_George Iles_.





_See also_ College students.



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