The word goes out: "Copey" will hold his Monday Evening on Wednesday instead of Thursday. Up swarm Harvard undergraduates to No. 15 on the top floor of antique Hollis Hall in the Yard. The room is not large; there is scuffling and grunting as places are found on furniture, windowsills and floor. Cigarets and pipes are lit. The small, bald Boylston Professor of Rhetoric & Oratory fidgets a hit, adjusts his spectacles. Some one coughs. He glares, fidgets some more, waits for silence. Then Charles Townsend Copeland begins to read aloud in...
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