THE BELLES OF CANTERBURY



  SENIOR. Maybe she's thinking up a new class sou-
venir to go with their rings and hatpins and pins and
banners.
  FRESHMAN-. Tell her we want to ask her advice,
then she'll hurry.
  SOPHOMORE.   (calling)  Laurine, how soon are
you coming
  JUNIOR. (beginning before she enters with a Chau-
cer in her hand)    "Whan that Aprille with his
shoures soote "-I came much more quickly than I'll
ever get that old stuff in my head. (she throws the
book down)
  SENIOR. Don't you like Chaucer We just loved
him.
  JUNIOR. So do all the rest of our class except me.
I just can't get him into my head.
  SOPHOMORE. Poor thing! I should hope not.
  SENIOR. What wculd you like to eat at the Thanks-
giving spread
  JUNIOR. Eat! Everything you're going to have.
(suspiciously) This isn't one of those stupid puns
on Chaucer is it
  SOPHOMORE. I should say not.
  FRESHMAN. We are helping make out the menu.
There's Welsh rarebit and chocolate &claires already.
  JUNIOR. Have you any angel food
  SOPHOMORE. Oysters!
  FRESHMAN. Fudge!
  SENIOR. And olives. Quick, give me a pencil so
I can write it down. (goes to table and writes)
  JUNIOR. Hurrv, before the bell rings. That's
much more fun to talk about than Chaucer. I'm glad
I didn't live in his day. Imagine being praised for
not putting sour fingers in the gravy and spotting up
your shirt front! T wager that old Prioress wvas a
stick. T shouldn't want her on our basket hall tealt.
There isn't a sensible womani in the whole of Chau-
cer so far as I can see. (the curtain at the front of



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