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"
I
am
eighteen
.
"
Mr.
Hart
opened
the
door
.
"
The
idea
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
A
man
of
your
age
trying
to
enter
here
as
a
freshman
.
Eighteen
years
old
,
are
you
?
Well
,
I
'll
give
you
eighteen
minutes
to
get
out
of
town
.
"
Benjamin
Button
walked
with
dignity
from
the
room
,
and
half
a
dozen
undergraduates
,
who
were
waiting
in
the
hall
,
followed
him
curiously
with
their
eyes
.
When
he
had
gone
a
little
way
he
turned
around
,
faced
the
infuriated
registrar
,
who
was
still
standing
in
the
door-way
,
and
repeated
in
a
firm
voice
:
"
I
am
eighteen
years
old
.
"
To
a
chorus
of
titters
which
went
up
from
the
group
of
undergraduates
,
Benjamin
walked
away
.
But
he
was
not
fated
to
escape
so
easily
.
On
his
melancholy
walk
to
the
railroad
station
he
found
that
he
was
being
followed
by
a
group
,
then
by
a
swarm
,
and
finally
by
a
dense
mass
of
undergraduates
.
The
word
had
gone
around
that
a
lunatic
had
passed
the
entrance
examinations
for
Yale
and
attempted
to
palm
himself
off
as
a
youth
of
eighteen
.
A
fever
of
excitement
permeated
the
college
.
Men
ran
hatless
out
of
classes
,
the
football
team
abandoned
its
practice
and
joined
the
mob
,
professors
'
wives
with
bonnets
awry
and
bustles
out
of
position
,
ran
shouting
after
the
procession
,
from
which
proceeded
a
continual
succession
of
remarks
aimed
at
the
tender
sensibilities
of
Benjamin
Button
.
"
He
must
be
the
wandering
Jew
!
"
"
He
ought
to
go
to
prep
school
at
his
age
!
"
"
Look
at
the
infant
prodigy
!
"
"
He
thought
this
was
the
old
men
's
home
.
"
"
Go
up
to
Harvard
!
"
Benjamin
increased
his
gait
,
and
soon
he
was
running
.
He
would
show
them
!
He
would
go
to
Harvard
,
and
then
they
would
regret
these
ill-considered
taunts
!
