Stolen Money

of Ivy starring Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Coleman. This is Ronald Coleman. And Anita Coleman. Inviting you to join us again on the campus of Ivy College. And now the heart of Ivy. And so wrong.

And so, Ivy. Ivy College, that is, in the town of Ivy, USA. There's a contagious disease spreading around the college these days, and you don't have to be a doctor to recognize the symptoms. A wandering eye, the listless manner, and the unworted eagerness of rejoicing with which of the Spistle Bell as greener. All ease of a science of spring fever. And no one at

Ivy seems to escape the affliction, least of all, Dr. William Todd Under Hall, the President and his wife, Victoria, who are taking an afternoon stroll through the campus. Okay, if I'm going upon to justify my absence from presidential duties this afternoon, I hope I can do so with dignity and logic. Oh, go on. I guess even a college president can

play hockey now, and then if he wants to? The hooky, my love. Hmm? And the word is hooky. A hockey is a spot, usually played on ice. Oh, ever play it? No hockey. Oh, okay.

In my junior and senior years here at Ivy, I played goalie. Same time as a great hockey. My, you're busy, weren't you? No, no. A goalie is a hockey player. He guards the goal, which is sort of a cage on a steel frame.

One year we took our paraphernalia over to Newcastle College because they were short of equipment. The papers made quite a to-do about our carrying goals to Newcastle. Oh, yeah, Newcastle, you're a likely story. Well, if you're caught, I'll tell you we're running a few degrees of spring fever and had to get some fresh air.