Professor Warrens Romantic Folly

The halls of Ivy starring Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Coleman. Good evening, this is Ronald Coleman. And Bonita Coleman. Ivy College, that is, in a town of Ivy, USA. For many families, breakfast is a small pandemonium.

Build with a clatter of cups, a confusion of tongues, desperate last gulp, scotching coffee and a mad thanks for the bus station. But for Dr. William Todd Hunter Hall, President of Ivy and his wife, Victoria, It's usually an unruffle few moments put aside for their private lives This morning for instance Victoria's arranging bowl of flowers on the table

Well, dr. Hall is thoughtfully staring at a highly polished spoon there now Nothing like a few well-rained for none cute Renun Mr. Paul of an unculus tardy. Oh, you could express it in three different ways one Latin Renunculi two English None of these ridiculous is three idiomatic.

Some of these pretty watchamakollets. Oh, yes. I'll take the idiotic way. But they do make a pretty blink, don't they? They do, indeed. Yes, they start the morning off very well. But it is the picture of Victoria, well and beautifully arranged in the opposite chair, which sustains me for the rest of the day.

Oh, darling. I do feel lovely and conceited. breakfast too. Where my emotions about your concern the time of day is unimportant. My heart ticks away but it strikes no hours. Besides I've never subscribed to the popular belief originated by some sour cynic and perpetuated by comic strip artists that the breakfast table is necessarily a battleground. Stroom with bad manners and resounding with

the clash of personalities. And that's because you are a dear love. As my father used to say, the world would be a happier place if people would start the day by drinking a toast to someone instead of just eating it with someone.