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The Green caldron - University Library

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16 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Green</strong> Caldron<br />

bargain. <strong>The</strong>y were bought used for three hundred dollars in order to save<br />

the forty dollar cost of remachining the automatic transmission that failed<br />

in one of his yet unpaid-for used cars.<br />

Despite his poor sense of economy, Mr. Kent's fondest dream is having<br />

the wealth to retire at thirty-five, spend a few years perfecting his banjo<br />

technology, and single-handedly effect a revival of interest in the banjo.<br />

This wish makes him extremely susceptible to "get rich quick" schemes.<br />

In fact, he left England because he had been led to believe that skilled die-<br />

makers could write their own pay checks in America. Recently he made the<br />

acquaintance of a Romanian immigrant with an unpatented process for<br />

producing synthetic padding. Mr. Kent is now his full partner and together<br />

they have composed a five hundred dollar list of equipment that they intend<br />

to buy and install in Mr. Kent's basement.<br />

A patsy? A dreamer? Yes, I'd say Mr. Kent is both. But a banjo revival<br />

certainly is overdue, and the Romanian could be a genius. I certainly won't<br />

be the one to say that John A. Kent isn't the man of destiny he believes<br />

himself to be.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Advantages of Restraint<br />

Elizabeth Crabtree<br />

Rhetoric 102, Final Exam<br />

<strong>The</strong> following discussion is based on these two poems<br />

Buffalo Bill's<br />

defunct<br />

who used to<br />

ride a watersmooth-silver stallion<br />

and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat<br />

he was a handsome man<br />

and what i want to know is<br />

how do you like your blueeyed boy<br />

Mister Death<br />

My little Rose is withered now<br />

On earth's soft breast she lays her head.<br />

Alas ! Alas ! I know not how<br />

To live my life since she be dead.<br />

A goodly child and full of<br />

glee<br />

With sweetness in each<br />

laughing smile.<br />

She lives yet in my memory<br />

As now I walk life's lonely<br />

mile.<br />

;<br />

:<br />

Jesus

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