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THE CRIME

That's why!

Professors don't deny the charge Of crime,

If teaching thinking is so large A crime.

To the Crime:

I've been reading Briggs. Not our own, you know, the funny one. I wonder could you tell me what a professor thinks about Inky Fingers

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Inky dear, don't you know that what a professor thinks about ought not to be published? If you must know here is an expurgated version of what runs through a professor's mind at the first meeting of a course.

"These are the saddest loking dummesehullen I ever looked down on What on earth made all these blank faces flock to my course? Last year's crop was a fine, studious crowd. Appreciative too: they knew a good joke when they heard one. They laughed every time I told it. But this bunch! Well, I'll have to get through the hour somehow. Then back to Boccaccio. Think I'll read over those passages in Rabelais again. Nothing like those fine old writers to make the fire of youth surge once more through these old veins. Hm-m time to start! Think I'll try them on the joke. (Aloud) Gentlemen, there will be no thesis in this course."

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