The Waterbury Democrat., 1945-12-03
Gideon PlaniSh
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thinled out. Even that stickler Austin Bull preferred to be called just Mister. Dr. PlaniSh was wor- ried for a time. Was the whole country turning against its hon. orable titled leaders? Then it seemed to him that for while 1t might be pleasant to quit going around Doctoring, and be plain MT. Planish.
 And just once say to the Colonel, Hey you, Marducp
 WHEN the learned crew was gone, W and Teckle had unexpectedly kissed him and bolted away, Austin Bull patted his shoulder and said gravely:
 Gid, a year from now shall retire. How would you like to be president of Kinnikinick? think when you left. here, said some very ill-advised things to you and about you. I realize now that I was Jealous. I'm all for you as president, and I know some of the trustees are. It's possibility at least. What do you say?"
 That's splendid of you. I'm very grateful. I'll - I'll have to think about it."
 You won't need to decide till next fall.'
 "Ill think quick and hard -- MT. Bull!
 And he did have to think hard, for he was seeing, all at once, kitten up 8 maple tree, the amused face of bare-legged CO., ed, the storm-clouds of Colonel Marducs's countenance, the pipe smoke in President Bulls little study, 10000 admiring people at rally in Madison Square Gar den, and Peony's lips that could pout for kissing or square them selves in rage.
 He was thinking that, aside from Carrie, he loved nobody at all save Peony, that he was devastat- ingly lonely for Peony this mo- ment, and that Providence had used his loyalty to he--the one lone virtue he had ever had-to destroy him.
 LIE sat in his stateroom, on the u train to New York, thinking that if he became president at Kinnikinick, he would make more money than at the DDD; when he travelled, he would have only a lower berth, and not Pullman compartment. And there was diff ficulty in that he had now for gotten whatever he might once have known about literature, his- tory and every other branch of learning in which 1t was not enough to roll out, We are called upon to bear the heat and fatigue of the struggle" and you had to mix some dates and figures with the oratory.
 Then he snapped back at him. self. All right! All right! It was challenge. He'd meet the chal- lenge. He'd read book again. He'd look up his old text, books, and read them. He was only 30. by the time he was 55, he could again be as well-read as any of these undergraduates - almost.
 Anyway, he had to. Wheyf1sh's titer and Sherry Belden's litter and Marduc's totalitarianism and the swoop of express elevators filled with sharp and twitching el- bows. Philanthrobbers, Organiza- tors, midnight experimentation discussions of Conditions and Sit nations, and Winifred Homeward the Talking Woman. Was that a life?
 When he came into the house on Charles street, Peony cried, Its so sweet to see you back! did miss you, even if I have been so busy. How're all the hicks in Kinnikinick? Did they bore you to death? Never mind-we'll have a Real Time, real New York evening tonight"
 He said nothing whatever about college presidency, or about re- turning to Kinnikinick.
 (TO Be Continued)