The
Grinds
Scene--Represents University Hall in
background.
Tramp of Grinds going to school is heard
on stage before rising of curtain. At rise of curtain the
chorus of Grinds enters. With heads bowed and shoulders
stooping, their weazened, "bespec. tacled" faces exhibiting
various stages of decay, and their emaciated forms weighed
down by the ponderous tomes they are carrying, they plod
slowly out before the glare of the footlights. Sad music
from the orchestra.
Grinds (Singing)--
Oh we're the prides of all our Profs,
Our grades are always "E,"
All sociable frivolities
We shun persistently.
From Podunkville to Omaha,
From Texas to Alaska,
We come, with fevered mind athirst
For knowledge, to "Nebraska."
Chorus--Grind, grind, grind,
It's training for the mind.
Geometry, geology,
Until we all go blind.
The theory of molecules,
Or sociology.
We 're working for a "Kappa,"
And a Ph.D.
Enter Prof. Engberg (very hastily, He wears
house slippers and is hatless.)
Grinds--Good morning, Professor Engberg.
Prof. E--Any of you fellows back in your
studies?
Grinds--Ah no. heaven forbid.
Prof. E (departing)--Good night!
Grinds--Why Professor, what is the matter?
Prof. E--Matter? Why you fellows are students
and I don't want anything to do with you. As far as I am
concerned. you are not on earth. My work is with the
gentlemen of leisure. Stand back. I say, and let me
pass.
Grinds--You don't want anything to do with
students?
Prof. E--No, you're getting entirely too
numerous around here to suit me. I don't know what has
become of all the old "scouts" who used to flunk fifteen
hours regularly every semester. Goodness knows, I treated
them right. They were dead game sports, not mollycoddles
like you (starts off again).
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Grinds (with tears)--Why do you treat as
thusly?
Prof. E (kicks up his heels and warbles
sarcastically)
Oh, tra-la-la, Oh. tra-la-la As you can plainly
see,
The
sluffer is the gentleman
Who causes work for me.
(A bitter laugh escapes his lips as he
goes out. The Grinds shudder.)
1st Grind--Boys, I have a hold suggestion
to make. Let us all sluff something this week and thereby
help Mr. Engberg.
Grinds (lay their books slowly upon the
ground, then clap their hands)--Oh goody-goody. What shall
we sluff?
1st Grind--I have it, we'll all pretend
not to know our Greek lesson tomorrow.
Grinds--Of course. We will really know
it.
1st Grind--Oh certainly, we'll prepare it
just the same.
Grinds--Oh goody-goody. What a joke on the
Faculty.
2d Grind--But consider a moment what this
rash procedure might mean to our lives. It will deduct from
our grades.
Grinds--Oh heavens, we never thought of
that.
2d Grind--And it might affect our Phi Beta
Kappa.
Grinds (picking up their books
solemnly)--Then we can't consider such a thing. (File off,
singing sadly:)
We're
working for a "Kappa"
And a Ph.D.
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