DEAN   MILLER
 of Arts atrft
COME with me and I will take you through the halls where men love art for art's sake,   and science  for  its  own  sake.    We   are  they who  ponder.    We love to sit in our high,  lonely towers, where we may "unsphere the spirit of Plato."     No   thought  of   gold   corrupts   our   eager  brains.    "Why   cram  your  heads with  something which you  cannot  sell?"  they  taunt;   "ransack your brain  and you cannot  find  one  thing that you  can commercialize."     Be  it so,   for we  submit;   our doom is fair.     But we would rather let you have the gold if you will leave us our arts   and   sciences;   if   you  will  promise  never   to  harass  us   more  with   taunts   and stones of the poor cricket who, hungry and cold, went to ihe house of an ant  for succor.
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1916