He studied his trustee list
now more purposefully than he had ever pored over his faculty line up.
By the early spring, he was ready to set subtle influences going looking
to the defeat of the insurgent five, including James E. Winter, whose
term happily expired on the first of January following.
But the president's lines did not all fall in gloomy and prickly places
in these days. His perennial faculty for enjoyment never deserted him
even in his darkest hours. His big red automobile, acquired on the crest
of Semple and West's prosperity, was constantly to be seen bowling down
the street of an early-vernal afternoon, or dancing down far country
lanes light with a load of two. The Thursday German had known him as of
old, and many were the delightful dinners where he proved, by merit
alone, the life of the party. Nor were his pleasures by any means all
dissociated from Blaines College. The local prestige that the president
acquired from his position was decidedly agreeable to him. Never an
educational point arose in the life of the city or the nation but the
_Post_ carried a long interview giving Mr.
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