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like Ulysses S. Grant, he would have
graduated at the head of his class had the list been turned upside down.

CHAPTER II.
JIMMY WILL ACCEPT A POSITION.
Following his graduation he went to New York to visit with one of his classmates for a
short time before returning home. He was a very self-satisfied Jimmy, nor who can
wonder, since almost from his matriculation there had been constantly dinned into his
ears the plaudits of his fellow students. Jimmy Torrance had been the one big outstanding
feature of each succeeding class from his freshman to his senior year, and as a junior and
senior he had been the acknowledged leader of the student body and as popular a man as

the university had ever known.
To his fellows, as well as to himself, he had been a great success--the success of the
university--and he and they saw in the future only continued success in whatever
vocation he decided to honor with his presence. It was in a mental attitude that had
become almost habitual with him, and which was superinduced by these influences, that
Jimmy approached the new life that was opening before him. For a while he would play,
but in the fall it was his firm intention to settle down to some serious occupation, and it
was in this attitude that he opened a letter from his father--the first that he had received
since his graduation.
The letter was written on the letterhead of the Beatrice Corn Mills, Incorporated, Beatrice,
Nebraska, and in the upper left-hand corner, in small type, appeared "James Torrance, Sr.,
President and General Manager," and this is what he read:
Dear Jim
You have graduated--I didn't think you would--with honors in football, baseball,
prize-fighting, and five thousand dollars in debt. How you got your diploma is beyond
me--in my day you would have got the sack. Well, son, I am not surprised nor
disappointed--it is what I expected. I know you are clean, though, and that some day you
will awaken to the sterner side of life and an appreciation of your responsibilities.
To be an entirely orthodox father I should raise merry hell about your debts and utter
inutility, at the same time disinheriting you, but instead I am going to urge you to come
home and run in debt here where the cost of living is not so high as in the
East--meanwhile praying that your awakening may come while I am on earth to rejoice.
Your affectionate FATHER,
Am enclosing check to cover your debts and present needs.
For a long time the boy sat looking at the letter before him. He reread it once, twice, three
times, and with each reading the film of unconscious egotism that had blinded him to his
own shortcomings gradually became less opaque, until finally he saw himself as his
father must see him. He had come to college for the purpose of fitting himself to succeed
in some particular way in the stern battle of life which must follow his graduation; for,
though his father had ample means to support him in insolence, Jimmy had never even
momentarily considered such an eventuality.
In weighing his assets now he discovered that he had probably as excellent a conception
of gridiron strategy and tactics as any man in America; that as a boxer he occupied a
position in the forefront of amateur ranks; and he was quite positive that out-side of the
major leagues there was not a better first baseman.
But in the last few minutes there had dawned upon him the realization that none of these
accomplishments was greatly in demand in the business world. Jimmy spent a very blue
and unhappy hour, and then slowly his natural optimism reasserted itself, and with it

came the realization of his youth and strength and inherent ability, which, without
egotism, he might claim.
"And then, too," he mused, "I have my diploma. I am a college graduate, and that must
mean something. If dad had only reproached me or threatened some condign punishment
I don't believe I should feel half as badly as I do. But every line of that letter breathes
disappointment in me; and yet, God bless him, he tells me to come home and spend his
money there. Not on your life! If he won't disinherit me, I am going to disinherit myself. I
am going to make him proud of me. He's the best dad a fellow ever had, and I am going
to show him that I appreciate him."
And so he sat down and wrote his father this reply:
DEAR DAD:
I have your letter and check. You may not believe it, but the former is worth more to me
than the latter. Not, however, that I spurn the check,