Teacher's Pet Page #2

You will?

Like a Dutch uncle.|Or is that still too closely related?

Oh, my!

I'Ve been haVing|a hard time with that boy.

Relax. He's a Very fine boy.|Thank you.

We're Very proud of him.|Thank you Very much.

- Goodbye, Mrs. KoVac.|- Bye-bye.

- Pleasure to see you.|- Jim.

Here's the new murder lead.|Is that the way you want it?

Yeah, it's all right.

Mr. Crowley wants to see you.|Okay.

By the way...

I know you'll fire me.|I just saw her going out.

I told her not to come.

I told her I won't go to school|no matter what anyone said-

Wait a minute, kid. Slow down.

I didn't tell her I'll fire you.|I said I'd talk to you like a Dutch uncle.

And maybe I will one of these days.

Gee, thanks, Mr. Gannon.

Barney, I read this story of yours.

Stinks, huh?

Well, Barney, I...

We'll talk about it on the fly.|Now in the first place...

- By the way, you heard about it?|- What?

- They found him dead.|- Who?

The boss.|No kidding! When?

A few minutes ago.

Where?|In his office.

- How'd it happen?|- Some dame shot him.

Some dame... Why?

You just asked me|six Very important questions.

Who, what, where,|when, how, and why?

That's what eVery news story|should answer.

You haVen't done it.

Gee, Mr. Gannon,|you had me half scared to death.

- Rewrite it.|- Yes, sir.

- May I use your typewriter?|- Yes, Barney, I'm all through.

Now, Jim, what do you mean|you're not going?

I sent you a special memo|to take care of it.

I did take care of it.

I wrote a nice long letter.|You got a copy of it.

Yes, I certainly did, Jim.

I told the professor that he was-|It's not a he, it's a she.

I'm glad I didn't know that|when I wrote that letter...

or I would haVe really sound...

You mean to tell me|now they'Ve got dames...

teaching unsuspecting suckers how to-

Now, Jim. I'm not supposed to|get excited.

I don't want to get excited.|But when I read your letter-

I just wrote exactly|what I thought of journalism classes.

You wouldn't want me to lie,|would you?

Yes, I would.

You know as well as I do|it's a waste of time.

Where did you learn the newspaper|business? Working for a newspaper...

and not sitting with your nose in a book|at some cockamamie uniVersity.

Now, now, Jim.

The Colonel|who pays your salary and mine...

is on the Board of Trustees|at that cockamamie uniVersity.

And last year,|they gaVe him an honorary degree.

They pass those things out|like somebody dealing a poker hand.

But the Colonel is proud of that degree.

And I'm sure he wouldn't want you|to do anything to embarrass him...

at that cockamamie uniVersity.

Look, Crowley, I don't like eggheads.

I don't like colleges.|I can't eVen stand the smell of chalk.

- Now please don't ask me-|- Jim.

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