Eastman School of Music - Score Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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much knowledge and the evils of forbidden fruit. But Little Master could resist the temptation no longer and once again directed his way toward Education. When he entered the realm of College Land, he was informed that no longer could he be a mere student but that he must pursue some masterly course and write a long thesis and speak in big words that would astound the undergraduate. So Little Master began to assume a sophisticated look and to delve into the inner resources of libraries for unusual expressions. ' At first he was delighted with his new position. He could sit in reserved sections of libraries and read rare old books reserved for special study. He could demand much attention for his subject. But the deadly side of his new avocation began to reveal itself, and Little Master found that he must sit through long hours of awful lectures on dry subjects and dead people. He learned to assume an ex- pression of perfect comprehension as a veil for a few minutes recovery of long needed sleep. He learned the art of nodding mechanically and changing his counte- nance to suit the occasion. He learned to take copious notes and scan books hurriedly but effectively. He began to see the orgy of writing term papers and special papers pile up before him. He encountered the fiend of Outline and spent long hours pondering over ways to please committees. Little Master's pudgy little face began to thin and Wane, his little round oval belly began to languish, and his shoulders began to droop before the weight of huge volumes which Little Master had to tote around. His eyes grew watery and he had to buy glasses. He became a victim of chairitis, a disease common among long sitters. His little rump grew sore, and his little fingers became calloused from writing while his brain became more and more fatigued. Poor little Master! A sorry little figure he had become. His mind reeled with figures and dates and data. He had great stacks of notebooks with closely typed, hard-to-read material filling page upon page. He began to be cross, sour, suspicious. At last he became very, very sick. He was sent to the hospital and languished there for weeks in a delirium of horror. His head ached, his blood ran thin, his body was wracked and worn. His pulses were very abnormal and the doctors moaned for his recovery. And Little Master didn't care. The thought of facing the routine of deadly lectures and awful classes, of terrible interviews and ghastly research was capable of causing his relapse on several occasions. But at last he emerged, apparently recovered from his attack, but far from well. . And Little Master Mug finished his course. He graduated with a new vestment and a new piece of paper in his hand. By all the signs of Education he was a more learned man, but Little Master was a broken man. And Little Master went forth into the world to make his living, but his frailty brought him to a hurried end. And the epitaph which little Master left behind to adorn his tombstone reads as follows: ' Ye who seek the pleasures of life, avoid its wisdom. 107

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THE THAEEIJT UE LITTLE MASTER NIUE or WHAT HAPPENS TO MASTER STUDENTS Little Master Mug, the son of the well known Beer Mug, lived in Aleland. Like all other little boys he had a hardy childhood, and was promptly started to school at a fit and proper age. The spells of reading and writing soon wove themselves around him and his ability to absorb vast quantities of knowledge became ever- more increased. The years passed on and Little Master grew round and pudgy, with a large oval face and a larger oval stomach, while his head began to swell with the multitudinous facts that he was constantly cramming into it. Like the otherlittle boys he went to high school and poured over his books late into the night. Now it was customary in Aleland that all good little mugs should prepare themselves for the Bar, but unlike the other little boys, Little Master designed that his life should be different. His ever increasing ambition became the result of his increasing knowledge and his mind grew larger with the desire to break from his restraining handles and explore the world. He had heard of the great expanse called college and he sat his mind's eye in that direction and foamed and fumed until his parent decided that for the peace of the family and the experience of his son, Little Master should be allowed a brief excursion into College Land. With an effervescent burst, Little Master proudly packed his prizes and started off, but not before his mother had duly warned him of the vices of the world and the hazards of intellectual living. But Little Master was coniident of his strength to cope with the world,'and began his long journey into Education. It was not an easy job, but he had what are commonly known as brains, and with this equipment he applied himself quite well. For four long years he toiled and fermented and grew rich and mellow with knowledge. And when at the end of this long excursion he returned to his native Bar, he felt his equipment far superior to the state in which he was ex- pected to remain and the pangs of thirst for more learning descended once more upon him. His parental influence, however, warned him again against the hazards of too 106

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