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Show -352- I thought the s t r i k e xas a l l about." "Well, i t certainly xrorked. ivaybe we ought to send you out full time." "No, thanks," the Professor said. They had continued xalking as they talked. Noxr the history professor continued xalking back to his oxm group. As the Professor turned and reversed direction, he thought Wow peaceful and quiet the campus seemed. Only occasionally xrould he see someone xalking between buildings or pausing to stare out of a window. He had wondered about the figure of eighty-eight per cent, when he had talked in the Midwest. He had got it from the nexrs service, and he knexr them not to be the most reliable source; but if he had to make his oxm estimate noxr, he xrould have put the figure higher - perhaps ninety five per cent of the activity of the University shut doxm. There xas a certain satisfaction in this thought, but he found the picketing boring. He tried thinking about the book he xas writing, but this didn't work. Only ideas he had thought about hundreds of times came into his mind, and they renewed the frustration he felt at not being able to get to his type-xrriter to put them doxm. Without the Professor's noticing, a uniformed policeman had approached their group from Nineteenth Avenue, without a xrord, he handed them each a sheet of paper. Be xas an older man, xrith hair as gray as the Professors, but his thin lips were pulled tightly together, his eyes narrowed, as he passed |