It is an ill bird fouls his alma mater, and a strange, estranged graduate who cries stinking degree: But we all of us have our suspicions

Well, so long as we have our doubts regarding the [unclear: worthwhtleness] of established institutions perhaps our faces are turned towards education: Though only when we begin criticising current criticisms are our feet really on the road.

And now no more unwise wise cracks. I merely want to point out how, when our schooling has finished interrupting our education, or If we care to interrupt the interruption now, we may do some education, some learning-teaching. Does schooling school? Of course It doesn't. It is living that does that: because living involves suffering the being bashed about by people and other circumstances, which is what knocks holes in our self-sufficiency whereby imports of understanding gets past the Customs of customs and self-esteem, and anything of good there is in us leaks out. Yes. I'm an awful meandering time coming to the point, I know. Here It Is: Join the W.E.A.