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Show -126- to discover piles of picket signs lying on tables, several hundred of them, a l l professionally printed with smooth rounded handles, each of them proclaiming one of the many grievances aired in the recent meeting. "My God!" he said, turning to his friend. "Did you know anything about this?" His friend seemed as surprised as he, though slightly amused by i t a l l? No one else, so far as the Professor could t e l l , paid any a t t e n t i o n to the signs. They just lay there, inert, like stacks of meat in a butcher's warehouse. There were persons present, too, who were unfamiliar to him, and so seemed out of place. Two short, dark-haired and dark-skinned, young men sat near him. They were accompanied by two dyed-haired, big-breasted women in their early t h i r t i e s , whom he could not identify, even as probable members of a certain department such as drama or physical education. There was a large? florid-faced man a t the front of the room, who was a l s o a stranger, who stood in conversation with the Ibcal union president? The large man turned out to be the national organizer, who had come here from Washington to a s s i s t , because members of the local had informed him that they were prepared to s t r i k e . The two young men were his a s s i s t a n t s . Who the women were was not announced, but i t gradually dawned on the Professor that they were not members of the faculty, were not |