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Show -7V-of march, joined the demonstration with her two daughters and reported that the scene in the park was one big happy picnic, with rock bands all over the fields, with marijuana smoke drifting into the shrubbery, with politicians and movie actors making speeches (mostly unheard), but with no violence. The next week, when the Professor arrived for an afternoon class, the crowd on the quadrangle was larger than usual, the shouting from the Speaker's Platform more strident. He skirted the crowd as usual, walked up to his own building, picked up his mail in the department office, stopped in his own office to read it, then to confer with a sttident before time for the class to convene. Looking through the stack of mail that had accumulated, he was still aware of the crowd noises in the distance, and they ignited a small spark of memory in his brain - the time when he had been in a small lower Silesian town in the 1920fs, and just such a distant angry sound had come to him from the docks on the Oder River, where the German workers had met to protest the execution of Sacco and Vensetti in far away Massachusetts. It was the first time in his life that he (then just turned nineteen) had heard the ugly tones of mass protest, and today was the first time such tones had penetrated so clearly into hisr own small sanctuary. The crowd outside, he thought? mus* be increasing. Between the lines of the memoes, advertising circulars? and occasional letters that he was hurrying through, automatically thrusting most of |