Only once removed from genuine productive scholarship is a young professor of the history department, who for obvious reasons must be nameless. Besides a unique unconsciousness he is chiefly known for his talented wife whose work in the field of eighteenth century poetry has brought her a significant degree of fame in literary circles.
Last month the professor's wife was rewarded for her years of work when Scriber's published an anthology of poetry she had compiled. Through what has euphemistically been called an "act of God" the date of publication found the young woman in Deaconess Hospital, having that morning given birth to a son.
The same afternoon two student friends of the professor met him in the Yard and stopped to congratulate him on the blessed event. As they started to express their best wishes, the professor put up his hand as if to wave them away. "Oh, don't congratulate ME, boys," he said modestly. "My wife did it all by herself. Herself, with just the help of two Dunster House tutors."
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