Professor's Party

To many a gentle professorial spirit on warm nights comes an urge to see something of life. Last week it came to Professor Nathaniel Edward Griffin in his stuffy apartment near Harvard Square, Cambridge. Up to the end of the War, Dr. Griffin was assistant professor of English at Princeton. Later, when he helped edit Webster's Dictionary, he had his family to occupy him. But eight years ago he left Webster's to study and write, soon moved to Cambridge to be near the Harvard Library. There he lives alone, a tall, handsome, white-haired scholar with two sons away at school. When he seeks relaxation from writing such works as An Introduction to the Study of Medieval Versions of the Story of Troy or such moral treatises as The Life Everlasting and The Farther Shore, Professor Griffin can always drop in on friends of the Harvard faculty, or listen to the Glee Club sing in the Yard, or walk along the river.

But one evening last week Professor Griffin wanted more robust diversion. Therefore he closed his books, called up a friend and went to a shabby Boston night club called "The Brown Derby." Warmed by a few drinks, he fell in with an attractive young blonde and her escort, shortly invited them home for "a little party." The little party became a big party before Professor Griffin got to bed. When he awoke he looked about a strangely disordered apartment. Gone was the attractive couple. Gone were his gold watch & chain, his shoes, $5 in cash and two precious volumes of Shakespeare.

In Boston's rowdy South End, police picked up a couple who admitted having spent the evening with a nice old gentleman in Cambridge. But. they insisted, he had pressed the watch, the shoes and the Shakespeare upon them as gifts. Greedy, they had helped themselves to the $5. A Boston court convicted both of larceny.

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