The Chair of Humanities

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The chair of Humanities, another adventure of George Valentine. Dear Mr. Valentine, you must... Hello, did you hear me? Of course. Go on, Mr. Valentine. Dear Mr. Valentine, you must telephone me at once at our home on faculty row, Dearly College.

Yes. Yes, that's right. Well, then you are Mrs. Gloria Cable. My husband is Professor Cable. Edward M. Cable. He has a chair of humanities here at the college. He's very well known. Oh, I see. Chair of Humanities.

But, uh, then you did write this letter to me, Mrs. Cable. Yes. Yes, that's right. And you closed with a P.S. saying that it was extremely urgent. Oh. Yes. Well, why? What is it? Well, here I am. I'm phone- I... I remember things so clearly that happened ten years ago.

A woman doesn't always do things she's proud of. or that... Well, if she's cursed with being attractive like they say I am, I mean... Mrs. Cable... I'm sorry, Mr. Valentine. This has nothing to do with it, with anything.

I'm just talking. I'm sorry. Thank you for telephoning. It's nothing. Mrs. Cable is what you're trying to say that... that you wanted me urgently because there's nothing wrong? Yes, that's it. Thank you for calling. There's absolutely nothing wrong.

Come again, come again all of you. Now, Miss Brooks, Valentine, I'm so sorry if it put you out driving all the way up here. No, no, Professor Cable, not at all. All these young people, Monday afternoon tea, poor students with problems, are obligated to endure the professor's hospitality.