ectness he was using them as models for the one purpose of pleasing
Miss Claire Boltwood.

The American state universities admit, in a pleased way, that though
Yale and Harvard and Princeton may be snobbish, the state universities
are the refuge of a myth called "college democracy." But there is no
university near a considerable city into which the inheritors of the
wealth of that city do not carry all the local social distinctions.
Their family rank, their place in the unwritten peerage, determines to
which fraternity they shall be elected, and the fraternity determines
with whom--men and girls--they shall be intimate. The sons and daughters
of Seattle and Tacoma, the scions of old families running in an unbroken
line clear back to 1880, were amiable to poor outsiders from the Yakima
valley and the new claims of Idaho, but they did not often invite them
to their homes on the two hills and the Boulevard.

Yet it was these plutocrats whom Milt followed; they whose boots and
table manners, cigarettes and lack of interest in theology, he studied.
He met them in his English class. He remarked "Hello, Smith," and
"Mornin', Jones," as though he liked them but didn't care a hang whether
they liked him. And by and by he drifted into their fraternity
dwelling-house, with a question about the next day's assignment, and met
their friends. He sat pipe-smoking, silent, cheerful, and they seemed to
accept him. Whenever one of them felt that Milt was intruding, and asked
impertinent questions in the manner of a Pullman porter at a Darktown
ball, Milt had a peculiar level look which had been known to generate
courtesy even in the offspring of a million dollars. They found that he
knew more about motor-cars than any of them, and as motor-cars were
among their greater gods, they considered him wise. He was incomparably
simple and unpretentious; they found his presence comfortable.

But there is a question as to what they would have thought had they
known that, lying awake in the morning, Milt unsmilingly repeated:

"Hair always straight down at the back. Never rounded. Nix on clippers
over the ears.

"Matisse is a popular nut artist. Fashionable for the swells to laugh at
him, and the fellows on the college papers to rave about him.

"Blinx and Severan the swellest--the smartest haberdashery in the city.

"The one way to get in Dutch is to mention labor leaders.

"Never say 'Pleased to meet you.' Just look about halfway between bo