If there were more persons in the English faculties who could actually teach, there would be more college graduates who could think clearly and express themselves in speech and writing in intelligible, standard English. A man may know how many times Chaucer used the word "blue" and still be unable to develop and expand a Freshman's vocabulary. A man may have read all the elegant poems composed by all the minor poets of England and still be unable to make a student understand and feel in Memoriam. A man may know all about the heroines Shakespeare overlooked and still be unable to kindle the imagination and train the sensitivities of the boy to whom he is "teaching" Macbeth. A man may have written and published all kinds of treatises about the "influence" of this or that religion on thought, about the sources of every plot of every play, of every novel, about the number of run-over lines in one poet's work and the etymology of every word in another's—a man may have his brain cluttered up with all this lumber and still be the very worst a university make as a teacher of boys and girls of unformed tastes and unfixed standards.
From Freshmen to Seniors, students are at the mercy of the individual or the board who chooses the employees of the institution. If that choice is rotten, the results will be rotten. If that choice is sound, the results will be nearer what patrons of a school have a right to expect and to demand. In Duluth they are celebrating the return of good times by an ice carnivore. We  I prefer in the Paluose to celebrate ours when we can have a mud-slinging. 