have tried to struggle up the hills beyond. I have not found it a bad world. If the flowers along the path faded or disappeared it was perhaps because they were not tended, or I did not sow the seed. If I failed it was as often my own fault as otherwise.
There are those who will tell you that the world into which you are going is a sort of world different from the one in which you have been living these four years; that you will never know real life until you get out of college; but those who say this have seldom realized what real college life is. They have joked with their work, they have shirked moral and mental responsibility, they have not looked duty squarely in the face, they have not taken their obligations seriously, and until they do they will never know real life in college or out of it.
At a meeting of college graduates not long ago I was struck by the contrast be tween the speeches of two men whom I had
