He added drily: "The President sent for
me and told me I must be more careful. He said I should feel
very badly indeed if I had killed one of the students. And
I should."
There was nothing in my time equivalent to what used to be
called a rebellion in the older days, and I believe no such
event has occurred for the last fifty years. The nearest
to it was a case which arose in the senior class when I was
a freshman. One of the seniors, who was a rather dull-witted
but well-meaning youth, concluded that it was his duty to
inform the Faculty of offences committed by his classmates,
a proceeding it is needless to say contrary to all the boys'
sentiments as to honorable conduct. Some windows had been
broken, including his. He informed the Faculty of the person
who had broken them, who was rusticated for a short time as
punishment. The next day being Saturday, this informer, dressed
up in his best, was starting for Boston, when he was seized
by six of his classmates and held under the College pump until
he received a sound ducking. He seized the finger of one
of them with his teeth and bit it severely, though it was protected
somewhat by a ring.
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