ABSTRACT
I had been sitting quietly sipping a highball and listening to the sad tale of a bright young man who found it necessary to earn his living by teaching at a university thousands of miles from the centers of civilization. After the first few weeks he had exhausted his colleagues and having become acquainted with their approach to life, he hesitated to discuss anything further with them. Only a masochist could enjoy having his earlier deductions constantly confirmed. The students were almost as unexciting as the staff, for the majority attended college not of their own volition, but in deference to their parent’s wishes. Rumors had penetrated to the towns and hamlets from which they hailed, that life at college was really O.K.: work was easy and the girls attractive. Many of the students came from homes where the library consisted of one book—an old, leatherbound Bible. A handful of Jewish students created the only ruffle upon the general calm, but unfortunately instead of goading their nordic associates to work, they sank to the general level.
