Scanned, edited and proofread by Daniel P.  B.  Smith
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PHILOSOPHY 4
A STORY OF HARVARD UNIVERSITY 

BY OWEN WISTER 

I 

Two frowning boys sat in their tennis flannels beneath the glare of lamp
and gas.  Their leather belts were loosened, their soft pink shirts
unbuttoned at the collar.  They were listening with gloomy voracity to
the instruction of a third.  They sat at a table bared of its customary
sporting ornaments, and from time to time they questioned, sucked their
pencils, and scrawled vigorous, laconic notes.  Their necks and faces
shone with the bloom of out-of-doors.  Studious concentration was
evidently a painful novelty to their features.  Drops of perspiration