It was only a few
years ago, at an after-dinner coffee hour which Mrs. McEwen and I had for a
group of students, that a freshman fullback arrived early. I had to be out of
the room for a few minutes, and returned to find him absorbed in a volume of
the collected poems of T. S. Eliot. This is the sort of diversification of
interests which I am proud of in our students.
Yet it is the
curse of present-day commercialization of athletics that any college winning
games—and I pick that word deliberately—becomes suspect. We are losing the
meaning of the word "sport" when a college president feels twinges of
worry while watching his team win.