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COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN: This, sir: Was the Proph-prof

disinclined to give your brother-in-law the killer's name,

or didn't he know it?

TALIPED: Beats me.

COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN: I don't blame

him, understand; he's not a bad advisor.

I wonder, though, if it might not be wiser

in this case to get all the help we can.

TALIPED: A stunning inspiration. Whafs your plan?

COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN: Let's call in Gynander, the Proph-prof

Emeritus. That old boy knows his stuff,

you must admit — - although you think he's swishy.

TALIPED: Think, man! I know there's something fishy

about that guy. You've heard the standard tale —

how he was male at first and then female,

and then turned male again. That was his brag, at

least. Myself, I think the guy's a faggot.

But never mind: we deans soon learn to work

with every sort of crank and queer and quirk;

if I cashiered for moral turpitude

adulterers and faggots — - those who've screwed

their colleagues' wives, or shacked up with each other,

or humped their dog, their sister, or their mother

COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN: Mother? Blah!

TALIPED:I'd lose four out of five

of my best men. So what I say is, "Swive

away, my friends! Be cocksmen, dykes, or fairies — -

but stay out of the pants of secretaries,

and please don't lay your students."

COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN: That seems just.

TALIPED: Now, speaking of Gynander: I don't trust

the blind old fag as far as I could throw

him, but I told my brother-in-law to go

and fetch him anyhow, to please you birds.

Here he comes now, right on cue.

COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN: His Words

of prophecy are always good.

TALIPED: For a laugh.

A youngster now led onstage an old man with a stick, who except that his beard had a tint of henna looked even more like Max than did the Committee Chairman.

"There's my Grand Tutor!" Dr. Sear exclaimed. "Give me Gynander, and you can keep your Enos Enoch."

TALIPED: [TO GYNANDER]

Hello there, old blind Proph-prof with a staff!

How's by you? I guess you wonder why

we took you out of mothballs, huh?

GYNANDER: [Looks around until he locates voice]

Oh, hi.

TALIPED: On second thought, you know without my telling

you, unless it's true that you've been selling

us a bill of goods. At Founder's Hall

they speak of you as Doctor Know-It-Alclass="underline"

how come you didn't know we were in trouble

and hustle yourself down here on the double?

Ah well, forget it. Do your hocus-pocus,

if you please, and tell us who the bloke is

that we're after.

GYNANDER: Goodness gracious me.

It isn't any fun at all to see

the Answers when they're always such bad newsl

How could I have forgotten that? Excuse

me, Taliped, my dear; I hope you'll let

us go now. [TO BOY] Lead me home again, my pet.

TALIPED: Oh no you don't! Hold on there, sonny boyl

Now listen here, Gynander: don't be coy

with me. I see your racket: you allow

as how you know some deep dark truth, then vow

it's much too terrible to tell. Your tracks

are nicely covered, aren't they?

GYNANDER: One who lacks

eyes may see what sharp-eyed deans are blind to.

TALIPED: Is that a fact! By George, I've half a mind to

haul you in for obstructing justice. That

would fix you! If you weren't blind as a bat

I'd say you knocked off Dean Labdakides

yourself!

GYNANDER: [Aside]

And he calls me blind! When he sees

the flunking mess he's in, he'll see he's blinder!

TALIPED: Proph-prof — - ha! When that old bitch resigned her

bloody post as College Entrance Riddler,

it wasn't you who'd found out how to diddle her,

was it? No indeed! You had to wait

till Taliped Decanus reached the gate,

didn't you? I had no crystal ball

or magic charms like Doctor Know-It-AIl;

brains were all I had, man! When she said:

"Answer this question quickly, or you're dead:

What mother eats up all her children, hey?"

I didn't dance in circles; I didn't say:

"I know the answer, ma'am, but it's outlandish,

so I won't tell it." She'd have made a sandwich

out of me if I'd pulled those old tricks!

Intelligence was what it took to fix

her wagon! I said, "Nothing to it, Grampus:

the mom that eats her kids is Mother Campus —

matter of fact, she's having you for supperl"

COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN: [Aside]

"Hearing this, the fearsome beast threw up her

paws and died as if a spear were in her