I Insist That The Object Of All

So Often Do You See Collegians Enter Life With High Resolve And Lofty Purpose And Then Watch Them Shrink And Shrink To Sordid, Selfish, Shrewd Plodders, Full Of Distrust And Sneers.

How Shall Integrity Face Oppression? What Shall Honesty Do In The Face Of Deception, Decency In The Face Of Insult, Self-defense Before Blows? How Shall Desert And Accomplishment Meet Despising, Detraction, And Lies? What Shall Virtue Do To Meet Brute Force? There Are So Many Answers And So Contradictory; And Such Differences For Those On The One Hand Who Meet Questions Similar To This Once A Year Or Once A Decade, And Those Who Face Them Hourly And Daily.

What Do Nations Care About The Cost Of War, If By Spending A Few Hundred Millions In Steel And Gunpowder They Can Gain A Thousand Millions In Diamonds And Cocoa?

Between Me And The Other World There Is Ever An Unasked Question: Unasked By Some Through Feelings Of Delicacy; By Others Through The Difficulty Of Rightly Framing It. All, Nevertheless, Flutter Round It. How Does It Feel To Be A Problem?

And Yet Not A Dream, But A Mighty Reality- A Glimpse Of The Higher Life, The Broader Possibilities Of Humanity, Which Is Granted To The Man Who, Amid The Rush And Roar Of Living, Pauses Four Short Years To Learn What Living Means