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The door of the dean's office opened and a bright looking girl, all smiles, rushed out and fairly into the arms of a girlfriend who was evidently waiting for her but who was not anticipating such an outburst of affection.
"Heavens, Francis, what's the matter?" she asked. "Do you take those often?"
"Oh Pearl," cried Francis, giving her friend a hug, "Isn't Mr. Templin the lovliest man? He let me take the very things I wanted to—signed my card without a word—and here I am. I never felt more relieved, or more pleased in my life. He never said a word about that chemistry, and—"
"Been to see the dean yet, girls?" The conversation was here interrupted by three girls who joined the two.
"Yes, just came out," said Francis triumphantly. "I think Prof. Templin is just the dearest man."
"Dearest!" exclaimed one of the new addition. "I must say I admire your style. I think that man Templin is the limit—absolutely the meanest man alive. Do you know I had my card all made out—just the studies I wanted—all ready to sign, and he refused to sign it. Now what do you think of that? Said I was back in chemistry and would have to make it up. Chemistry, mind you. Now what do you suppose he thinks I need about chemistry? Dear man, yes—dear indeed," and she gave her shoulders a sarcastic shrug.
"You ought to take a course in grafting, Mary," sympathized Pearl.
"I ought to take a course in something—that's a cinch," and the unfortunate girl left the others and walked down the hall.
"There's certainly a difference of opinion there," I said to myself as I leaned against the wall waiting for the next hour to come.
"Is that the dean's office there?"
I looked around and beside me stood a well-dressed lad of eighteen pointing at the door leading to Prof. Templin's office.
"Yes," I answered.
The young yellow stood beside me looking alternately at me and Prof. Templin's door. I noticed that the boy was nervous and wondered whether it was due to his hesitancy in talking to me, or to his fear of coming face to face with the dean.
"Say, what sort of a guy is this dean?" he asked at length, putting particular emphasis on the word guy, evidently trying to convey the impression that he knew one or two things himself and was not ashamed to say them.
"Why he's a fair sort of a man," I answered. "Why?"
"Well, it's just this way," he said in a rather confidential tone. "It's a pretty good thing for a young fellow to know just what he's running up against. You see I've flunked out proper this term and have petitioned the faculty to get back in school. I put up a song and dance about being sick, and being called home. Now some of those profs are wise guys you know and the sick racket won't work. They want
a doctor's certificate and all that sort of rot. What I want is to get a line on the dean's disposition, so in case I have to string him I'll know what to say."
"You'd better take care the way you use your hot air apparatus," I said to him. "The best thing you can do is to see whether your petition was granted."
"He's one of those wise guys, eh?" he replied knowingly. "Guess it's up to me to try my luck," and he started for the dean's office.
The young fellow's candor, and the fine quality of his news,made me anxious to know how he and the dean would come out, so I followed him into the office.
"Is this the dean?" he asked smiling! .
"I am that party," replied the dean smiling back. "Something I can do for you?"
"Yes. My name is Jones. I—"
"Oh, all right Mr. Jones. I've got a petition of yours here, haven't I?"
"Yes, I am sorry to say," said this gay young decipher. "I've had a great deal of trouble this past term."
"You're surely not alone in your troubles," remarked the dean, looking through a number of papers which were carefully folded and fastened together with a ruoer band. "Jones. Dick Jones. Is that right?"
"Been sick, have you?" asked the dean, looking up at him and smiling. "You seem to be in fair condition now."
The boy nodded his head.
"Yes; I am," responded Dick. "But I was greatly handicapped at the beginning of the term. I was sick here and then my father was taken sick and they wrote for me to come home."
"Did you try to make up your work?"
"Yes, I worked hard; but I didn't catch up."
"So it seems," answered the dean. "The impression seems to be that you are bright enough at times, but rather unsteady. Do you want to go on with your work?"
"Yes, very much indeed."
"Do you think you will come out all right, if we let you try it again next term?"
"Very well" said the dean kindly, "Guess we'll give you another trial Mr. Jones."
"Yes, sir."
And as the dean looked over Dick's cards, Dick looked up, saw me, and winked his eye."
Meanwhile—where's the dean?
He is seated back of his roller-top desk, smiling; before him a sort of vaudeville—a continuous performance is going on, when anything funny happens he smiles; when anything apparently sad happens, he smiles, when hearts seem to bleed and break, he smiles. Like the man watching a great tragedy, he knows it is all in the show. But the performers in the dean's show work at a disadvantage. In most shows there is a large audience, and what doesn't appeal to one may appeal to another. In the dean's show—the dean is the whole audience. Everything has to appeal to him—so it seems.
"He's a perfect cinch," whispered Jones to me as he left the office.
This is why one student called him 'the dearest man'—she had pleased him; and another 'the meanest man'—she had displeased him; and another 'a perfect cinch'—he thought he had fooled the dean.
But appearances are deceitful. In a little yellow book which the dean keeps in front of him there is a rule:—Rule I, "The dean of each school shall be charged with the execution of all University and faculty rules relating to the enrollment of students in classes and their choice of studies." This rule is stamped indelibly on the dean's mind; all his decisions are based upon it. He smiles because his position is so generally misunderstood. He is simply a means toward an end—a wheel in a big machine. And incidentally he smiles at human vanity, intrigue and cunning.
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