A recent post about being granted a college degree, conditioned upon a promise not to practice, brought forth many accusations of exaggeration from the less faithful readership. To which I can only respond: "Dude, it was the '70's.... given the choices, would you have gone to class?"
But, as historical support, I offer the following letter home, in explanation of the remarkably abundant opportunities, available to "thoughtful undergraduates" at my alma mater.... the date March 2, 1890:
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"Dear Father,... " |
"Dear Father,
I am very sorry indeed that Dr. Battle [the University president] had to write to you about me, but think he has it a little larger than it was. I will tell you just how it is and what I did...."
"You remember when I told you about shooting the gun, ever since then everything that is done he calls me up. Once again I was beating on a tin tub in my room and Prof. Cain came in and asked me to stop; those two times are the only ones that I have been caught and about the only times I have done anything. "

" I came up in a little while and went around to see
the fun but did not touch it. I hollered as everybody else did and this is about all I have done so far, the late at night, etc."

Your loving son,
Jno. B. Stronach **
** By the way, the 1890 Yearbook notes that Stronach was "President of the Eating Club: Record, 31 bananas in 13 minutes." [I tend to believe we are related.]
(From the Carolina Alumni Review - Apr./2015)
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