Part 2

“Dad,” he said, “I can hardly wait for next fall to come. I want so much to be a part of this splendid University life.”

Father was silent for a minute. Then he spoke out.

“We’ll go a long way before we find a better place for you or the girls either. It’s liberal and democratic, and it’s building mighty fine citizens for the state of Idaho. What was the song we heard so often about the campus and the crested hill? I can’t quite get it straightened out, but it certainly touches the spot.”

And the boy, still aglow with enthusiasm, sat back and sang softly, over and over again:

“We love every inch of her campus green, Each view of her crested hill; We love every man that reveres her name, Our glasses to her we fill. She’s the hope of our proud young mountain state, Allegiance we freely owe. Our Varsity’s the best, she’s the queen of the West. Our own, our Idaho.”

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Transcriber’s Notes

—Silently corrected a few typos.

—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook is public-domain in the country of publication.

—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by _underscores_.