Much like the late Elihu Root, who knew every leaf of its venerable trees, is 126-year-old Hamilton College (425 students), which stands on a plateau near Clinton, N. Y. overlooking the Mohawk and Oriskany valleys. Like Statesman Root the classical character of this stanch old institution, named after Alexander Hamilton, its first trustee, is illustrated in the apocryphal story that its quarterbacks call signals in the language of Euclid. The College has not fallen in with the parade of modern big-time intercollegiate athletics, it still has a rule against drinking, it proudly...
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