AN ANNEX [?] GIRL

There she stood a little body with a very large head. and loaded She was loaded down with books and was evidently very dismal. Suddenly there broke forth a torment, “I don’t want to be superior” she wailed despairingly, “I am tired to death of standing with my head craned constantly looking upward. I am just longing to meet one simple soul that don’t want to know everything, one weak happy naive consciousness that thinks higher education is either rot or has never heard of it.” She gave a long-drawn ou Oh! and then collapsed the books on top of the miserable little heap.

There is nothing we are more intolerant of than our own sins writ large in others.