LOOKING FORWARD TO COLLEGE
THE only subject on which my father and I ever violently disagreed was on the place where I should 'go to college.' Indeed, for a short time during my second year in High School, discouraged by mathematics, I told him I would not go to college at all; he was so horrified that I never brought up the matter again. But as to the particular college, we had a daily combat for three years before he gave in, and that for the Biblical reason--it was because of my importunity. My father was not only a graduate of Brown University, he was also a Trustee; he regarded his election as Trustee as the highest honour of his life. My oldest brother Dryden had been graduated at Brown in 1877; and in the midst of my struggle with my father, my brother Arthur was sent to Brown, only one year before I was due. But this fact, instead of putting a quietus on my hopes, stimulated me to further efforts; so that I gave my father no rest, day or night.
I wanted to go to Yale. As a little boy in New Haven I had seen the undergraduates walking the streets like gods. Any allusion to Yale in the newspapers made my heart beat faster (it does still), and I followed every athletic event from afar, once in a while going to New Haven to see a game. But there was much more in my longing than athletic sentiment. I knew I needed the intellectual and social stimulus of a great university. I had never been away from home; I was brought up strictly in the Baptist denomination; I was backward in everything that is included in