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ing for awhile. I grew tired. I put the
magazine aside and looked at the lady
beside me. She was asleep.
The darkness was predominating.
The opaqueness of reality was pene-
tratng the screen of my though as the
bus jumped suddenly waking me up.
The sound of the early autumn dry
leaves and the late spring snow-melted
falls entangled my imagination. I
thought I was in the land of enchant-
ment where fiction endured rather than
reality. I closed my eyes, and was en-
gulfed once again with the creeping
shadowy dreams. But wondering, could
this be Windham?
The sun was aiming at my right
eye as I tried to wake up. I quickly
lifted the knob and brought the seat
to ts former position. With my right
eye still closed, I rotated my left eye
and it suddenly almost froze. The lady
beside me was grinning. I could not
sense whether this was some kind of a
make up or only my visualization. I
brushed my eyes, then without any
effort I opened the right eye and was
terrifically amazed. She smiled, look-
ing at the magazine on my lap. I was
by now trying to escape a conversation
with her. She looked to be the loqua-
cious type, even though she had not
said much.
"What do you think about it?"
she finally asked, looking at the report.
I hesitated to say anything.. At the
moment her glances were travelling
faster than the rays of light from my
face down to the report. I did not know
the minute details., but I had a gen-
eral knowledge of the outcome of the
Truce Talks. I was looking the edu-
cational type and I did not want to
risk the confidence she placed in me
by her question. I replied, "Frankly,
I guess we are fortunate in having ..."
She stopped me before I could
continue talking about Indo-China andshouted, "Shame on you, young man."
Almost all of the passengers looked
in our direction and even one of the
gallant travelers came for rescue. I did
not know what was going wrong. Cer-
tainly it could not be the way I was
looking or talking to her. But almost
all the riders laughed as the prince
valliant returned to his seat and said,
"He is a Kinsey Man."
In my mouth the words repeated
itself without any meaning, Kinsey
Man, Kinsey Man . . . for a while I
thought he must be a great murderer
or Hitler's brother or any one of the
lower gang of Cafe Society. I was
puzzled and looked desperately to the
lady for some kind of solution or ex-
planation. Then she left the seat and
went to speak to the dryer in a low
tone. I could not make out the nature
of the conversation, but she used her
hands and was quite serious about what-
ever she told the bus driver, who seemed
to be agreeing with her by his casua
nods. She returned with a gleam of vic-
tory in her eyes. It was only fifteen
minutes later that the bus stopped and
the driver requested that the passen-
gers remain in their seats, but the lady
left the bus together with the dryer.
It was only a few minutes when I was
asked by the driver to descend. At the
footsteps of the bus were two husky
looking policemen and they too were
nodding in agreement with the lady.
Again the absract noun came to my
mind Kinsey . . . Kinsey. I thought,
"who's this guy anyway, that being one
of his followers I could be crucfied so
plainly." There was a great variety of
theories in my mind about him, I
supposed he had a secret organization
carrying on destructive work. But the
clsoest explanation I arrived at was
that he must be starting a new relgion
and that its secret effect shows on some
people like me. Finally one of the twopolicemen asked me, "Where are you
from?"
"Bagdad . . . I mean, I go to
school in Texas." The officer turned
to the lady and said, "He is one of the
boys, that's what I thought."
"Where are you going?" he calmly
inquired.
"Windham, sir."
"Why?" Now I was in trouble.
I had been wondering about that my-
self.
"I don't know, sir." I finally made
the words come out. Then he called
the other officer and said, "Take him
in on jh4594."
I thought for a while and repeated
it to myself, "Take him in," but where
is in?
At last my trip was interrupted
while I was accompanied by the gentle-
men of the force. There was a long
interrogation by the captain, and I
told all about myself with a few lies,
including the year in Texas. He did
not quite believe my story, but promise
to be of help to send me to New York
City police for further questioning. N'ow
I knew for certain that this man
Kinsey must be really hot stuff, es-
pecially since the New York Police
were getting on the problem. At New
York, the first question was to prove
my identity. But how can this be done
when I don't know anyone real close.
How I longed to be in Texas where I
could call on thousands for identfca-
tion. I had no documents on me save a
meal ticket of the college for the month
of May. Since I had no way of proving
that I was myself, the captain sug-
gested that I spend the night with
them as a guest. I did, behind the bars.
He also called a doctor for checking
my health. I felt proud of the force
taking top care of me. But one thingPage Eight
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