Weird Woman Page #2

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Oh, why can't you be sensible?

We can still be friends. There's

no use being childish about this.

My humble apologies. I

won't be childish about this.

Fair Hebe,

bearer of the vestal cup.

In other words, he means,

"Bring on the drinks. "

Come on, everybody,

a toast to the bride.

What's the matter, Evelyn?

Scared Millard won't be promoted

to the sociology chairmanship?

Here's to the bride.

Oh, thank you.

And the groom.

To Superstition

vs. Reason and Fact.

The book, of course,

and to the bride.

Oh, it's a bad omen to clink glasses.

Oh, I never heard of that one before.

We don't believe in those silly

superstitions, do we, Norman?

What an odd-looking

medallion. I always wear it.

My old nurse gave it to me. She

said it was a good luck piece.

Yes, you'll read all about it in my

book. That is, if you read my book.

But I have read it.

You've even got the medallion

on the cover, haven't you?

That was Paula's idea.

According to the islanders, it's supposed

to be very powerful magic, isn't it?

Well, in a way it is,

yes, but... Oh, Norman!

I suppose you know that old Henry

Braggs has gone to Cornwall Tech as Dean.

I did. I think he'll do

a fine job of it, too.

That leaves the sociology

chairmanship open.

Of course, Evelyn thinks that

Millard's got it all sewed up.

I don't anything of the sort.

It's just according to seniority.

Oh, now, now, my dear...

Well, she's perfectly right.

You're right in line

for it, Millard.

Oh, fiddle-faddle.

Brains might be a factor, too.

Grace, you're incorrigible. Don't

you pay any attention to her.

Is it something important?

Sure, it's important. It's a leg

up to bigger and better things.

The schoolmaster has little

enough to look forward to.

If he passes up a chance

at advancement, he's a fool.

I hope you're not married

to a fool, Paula.

Now, my dear,

here's what we'll do tomorrow.

First, I'll show you

over the campus.

We have everything, from a

lover's lane to a haunted house.

Then, I'll take you down...

Take it easy, Casanova.

That's a lot of territory for a

little guy who gets a Charley horse

from reading

the football scores.

Some of the laughter has gone

out of her. What is wrong?

Have I failed to help her

fit into her surroundings?

I've done everything

I could, and yet

she lied to me.

Good morning, Professor.

Oh, hello. This is a surprise.

What are you doing here so early? I

came to talk over a matter of business.

You don't mind discussing

business with me, do you?

Of course not.

You said we should be friends,

Norman, and you're right.

We both have to live in this

little island of culture,

and we might as well

be civilized about it.

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