An Indian never forgets. The flame-coated mounted police of the Northwest always "get their man." These are axioms of the great open spaces.
When tamer sections of the country heard last week that, in the rugged state of Washington, where snow-toothed mountains leap skyward and rivers with names like Snake and Yakima coil through forests never scarred by the ringing ax, the Governor had, after ten years of grim waiting, "got" the President of the State University for an old grudge, there was less alarm for the welfare of public education than thrill...
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