Asquith: Exam? Why no. What course?

Roommate: (names course)

Asquith: How annoying. I have a date tonight...theatre...shan't have time to crack a book.

He would dress up neatly, and amble out--bound for an intense night of study in his Boston hideout. Returning at three in the morning, he would find his roommate still hard at work.

Asquith: Well, that was a lovely evening...Hullo, What are you doing?

Roommate: It's that hour exam tomorrow.

Asquith: Oh yes, that's right. (Yawns casually) Well...Good night, old chap.

At breakfast next morning he would play his trumps.

Roommate (haggard after working till 5): Gee, I hope I can pass that exam now.

Asquith: Oh yes. By the way, where does that course meet? I don't believe I've been to any lectures.

Roommate: No lectures!

Asquith: No, I don't believe so. Are they interesting?

Full Professor Today

We needn't follow Asquith's career any further. Suffice it to say that he is now a full professor, and safely on tenure. In an amusing note the other day he wrote: "I don't intend to do another stroke of work in my life." Such is the result of Harvardmanship.

Men of the old school, like FitzJames and Asquith, carried all before them in the academic field, but modern theory regards them as somewhat limited. They were famed as men of casual genius in their studies, but they worked so hard maintaining these reputations that they had no time for entertainment, or women, or anything else for that matter. They were no complete Harvardmen.