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From: | Stanislaus Black |
Subject: | [Aleona-CVS] shocking |
Date: | Wed, 20 Sep 2006 05:22:40 -0000 |
![]() Duke that he be permitted to go back toreal work,
or that they get a farm, or go traveling. Used to be good furnace tender when Iwas a
real man.
The Ghetto will be awake by now, said Gil. As
thesmoke encircled him he puffed like a man blowing out water after adive. The talk
grew slow, and they began to yawn.
He noticed a freshman on a bench atthe edge of the
rock, and he became irritated. This immigrant was an American even in speech. But he
came out of the dormitory upon day. Say, look here, Axelbrod; Ive been thinking
about you. It was only four, but as she stood on the porch a crush of motorcars
swept by, headed for downtown. He doesnt goout for anything, high stand or Dwight
Hall or anything else.
The room of Gil Washburn was all the useless,
pleasant things Knutewanted it to be.
But not just for the duration of the
war.
The talk grew slow, and they began to yawn. As
heturned back he was aware that the offenders were chuckling, andcontinuing their
game.
Sharply: But do I knowall it means, either? He had
been incollege for about one month. I never had to work for my breadand butter, and
I was brought up to try to be amusing, not noble. Knute had no knowledge as to
whether it was four miles or fortyback to the campus, but Sure!
I never had to work for my breadand butter, and I
was brought up to try to be amusing, not noble. No, he said, you must learn to stand
on your own feet.
He noticed a freshman on a bench atthe edge of the
rock, and he became irritated.
He gazed at a hopping plover withoutseeing
it.
He charged down the back hall, Theo just
behind.
At five that afternoon, on the day coach of a
westbound train, anold man sat smiling. Fire engines were importantly unloading at
the corner, firemenrunning up. Gone thefireless cooker that would not
cook.
You couldnt have had StacyLindstrom, long as that
house bossed us. I might have stood there as a prof if I could have come earlier,he
said softly to himself. One man standing on arunning board played Mr. Fumbling
forwords that would express his feeling, Knute stammered:Vell, it vas fine. Well,
well, thats very gratifying, Im sure. In his picture theynever cut classes or
ate.
Duke had to hasten backfor her committees.
Providing he can really use me in useful work.
Gilcontrived to purchase boxed biscuits, cream
cheese, chicken-loaf, abottle of cream. But the unreality of the things he studied
did disillusion him, andhe tired of his new game.
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