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highway of life is not a bed of roses, sprinkled with florida water. Some few nights after the foregoing encounter another fresh Freshman is treated to a similar dose of experience, and it is similarly hoped that he has learned a lesson. Verily, the way of the transgressor is hard.

Yesterday in company with a class in Sociology I took a trip to [Agnews?]. We were taken through the asylum and spent a delightful morning observing, and interviewing the inmates. We had many peculiar experiences; several of the inmates claimed me as a long lost relative; one wanted to kiss me; another violent insane patient wanted to slaughter me; a half dozen urged and piteously begged me to take them home