Out of trunks and closets and hoodmakers' shops, last week, came bright regalia. There was brushing of gowns and pressing of hems, dusting of tassels and fitting on of mortarboards. When U. S. pedagogy, its apostles, disciples and the honored stranger within its gates, takes the platform, this month, to set seals and make distinctions, how shall the colors of its pomp be read?
The flopping, swishing, blinding, neck-tickling cap-tassel that is meant to depend over the left temple is uniformly black for bachelors and masters, golden...
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