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...four-week course run each summer by the National College of the State Judiciary, seven visiting judges accepted an invitation from Instructor Ronald Fremlin to view local fauna at the New China Club. Two young women who seemed to be inviting companionship struck up a conversation. A bellicose stranger suddenly intervened. "I was with these ladies." he barked, "and I don't like your butting in!" One thing led to another as the barroom tough shoved one of the women from her stool and hit Illinois Judge Robert Dean in the stomach, not once but twice. As the voices...
...admitted he was using a pseudonym. Was the Knight chain interested in the papers? Then it would have to agree that it would protect them against Government seizure. The editor consented and told his Washington bureau chief, Robert Boyd, to expect a long-distance call. The stranger telephoned Boyd several times, each time offering a hint as to where the secret documents might be found. "It was like a treasure hunt," explained one editor...
...like. Of course there's something a bit comical about the scenario, shades of Portnoy or of Bruce Jay Friedman. Even more comical to remember that some girl in the dorm, a transfer student with more than the ordinary romantic-absurdist delusions about Harvard men, had seen the naked stranger wandering around the dorm all evening, but figured that he was only someone's boyfriend having himself a good time...
...nine living children of a Texas sharecropper, Murphy was no stranger to adversity. While Audie was still in his teens, his father left home; his mother died soon after, leaving Audie to support what was left of the family. He scraped through, working as a farm hand and doing odd jobs, but only the war saved him from becoming a Dust Bowl drifter...
...sitting now (enjoying air-conditioning and unlimited quantities of Breakstone cottage cheese), is full of junk. Books of baseball statistics, ten-year-old issues of Mad, and half-finished cigarette packs. Crap from phases of my life so distant that I might as well be in a stranger's house. Was this how I lived? (I look around and see at least a dozen pencil sharpeners.) God, who knows anymore...