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and that the guidance counselor would now offer a brief
ecumenical prayer. One boy from Oglethorpe's
homeroom (a seventh-grader burdened with sensibilities
that had led him often to beg Saar to let him return
home) began to cry in loud snuffles. Everyone else
fingered his silverware.
Saar then had a few more drinks before teaching
the Cavalier poets to his senior English class for, thank
God, the last time that year. Ray Ransom informed the
guffawing group that by "Gather ye rosebuds as ye
may" the poet meant "Rack up as many virgins on your
score pad as you can while there still are any."
"In a sense," sighed the headmaster, and let them
go. He did not feel very cavalier. It seemed unlikely,
too, that Oglethorpe had seized very many days, not
even pedagogically. Only in longevity had the old man
resembled Mr. Chips. Years from now, no one would
mention in a preface or speech that Archibald (or
Theobald) Oglethorpe's inspiration had made all the
difference. Saar stacked the smudged final essays.
Well, it was unlikely that anyone would mention Walter
Saar either. It was unlikely that anyone from Alexander