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Show -105- He looked about the room inquiringly. There were no objections, so he nodded to the two men in the front row. One of them - not the Professor's friend - stood up. He was a young man, a product of Harvard, where he had earned his Ph.D. after the Korean War, a product, too, of a Boston Irish neighborhood, where he had grown up hearing the language of politics and of baseball, to which his literature studies at Harvard had added the metaphors of Emerson and Hawthorne. He spoke now, not elegantly, but seriously, of the need he and his colleague felt for instructions to guide- them in the afternoon session of the senate. What were they going to do at the moment of crisis? Were they going to take the insults of the board lying down? Were they going to object? How? Was the faculty willing to go on strike? He seemed by his manner of speaking to be answering his own questions. He was an officer in the Teachers' Union, so the Professor assumed he was in favor of a faculty strike. Yet he never said so. He simply let his question hang in the air. The Professor's friend, when he stood up, was more soft-spoken, yet more direct. "Look!" he said to the meeting. "We weren't elected to the senate to take actions on our own. we are your representatives, we want to do what you want us to do. What do you want?" Before anyone could respond, the Korean member was recog- |