The Saturday evening post (1910) (14764722915)

Identifier: saturdayeveningp1835unse (find matches)
Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign



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by the dozen. Weddings! Why, man, a coeducational college is awedding factory. What of it? As far as I can see, OldSiwash produces as many governors, congressmen andcaptains of industry to the graduate as any of the single-track schools. And I notice one thing more. You dontfind any of our college couples hanging around the divorcecourts. There is a peculiar sort of stickiness about collegemarriages. They are for keeps. When a Siwash coupledoesnt have anything else agreeable to talk about it cansit down and have a lovely three months conversation onthe good old times. It takes a mighty acrimonious quarrelto stand a college reunion around a breakfast table. Takeit from me, you lonesome old space-waster, with nothingbut a hatrack to give you an affectionate welcome whenyou come home at night, there is no better place on earthto find good wife material than a college campus. Ofcourse I dont think a man should go to college to find awife; but if his foot should slip, and he should marry a
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You Can Always Spot These Family Friends by the Way the Girl Blushes When She Introduces Them girl whose sofa pil-lows have the samereading matter onthem as there is onhis, theres nothing to yell for help about. Ten to one hes drawn a prize.Girls who go through coeducational colleges are extra fine,hand-picked, sun-ripened, carefully wrapped-up peaches—and I know what Im talking about. How do I know? Heavens, man! didnt I go throughthe Siwash peach orchard for four years? Dont I knowthe game from candy to carriages? Didnt I spend everyspring in a light pink haze of perfect bliss? And wasntall the Latin and Greek and trigonometry and athleticjunk crowded out of my memory at the end of everycollege year by the face of the most utterly, superlativelymarvelous girl in the world? And wasnt it a different faceevery spring? Oh, I took the entire course in girlology,Sam! I never skipped a single recitation. I got a SummaCum Laudissimus in strolling, losing frat pins, talkingfutures and acqu