CLASS DAY

“While strolling along the avenue last Sunday I stopped in front of a familiar edifice and my thoughts flew back to the day the cornerstone was laid. I read it again:

AND MOSES SAID

FOR TODAY IS

A SABBATH UNTO THE LORD

A. D. 1901

“You were there, Jim, but you wouldn’t remember,” smiled the Professor, turning to one of his students at the University. “You were a tot of two, clinging to Kelley’s neck. In those days Kelley was just a flatfoot who was constantly chiding me about my ambitions to become a criminologist!

“Samuel Rosemann was also with us. We three had been pals since grade school. How little did any of us realize, that day, what our futures would be! Kelley, Inspector of Police; Rosemann, rabbi of that very temple, which by the way is still considered one of the finest in the country, and I—a criminologist—teaching you fellows the science of crime detection!

“It has been several years since I heard Rosemann speak. I must attend one of his services in the near future. But reminiscing won’t get us on with our day’s work.

“Jim, I want you to sum up briefly the important facts of Colonel Goddard’s last lecture on bullet identification.”

“Why…why…I haven’t had a chance to study my notes, Professor. I thought you’d give us a few more days on that. However, you didn’t catch me off guard with that yarn. I’ve learned your reminiscences generally carry a point for us and the point of that one is…”

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