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Show (M STEGGER'S ICORNER By Dan Steggell i ft uised as the campus radical, J man of men, that ournalist : I journalists, Stegger, the cub porter, has made it -past the ecurity clearance and finds ; j,llt,self sitting behind the desk of j "Fed" He action continues... Mv name is Russell Calame," the ! an said, "and I am the agent-in- j charge." j j(iefe was, listening to Mr. pjeral Bureau of Investigation I (FBI) himself and I was doing it nhis home ground. Hooked to the right there was a Fej looked to the left another. An FBI agent only carries a gun nhen he needs it," started Calame ) 0n his report of what the FBI was doing and why it was here to protect us one and all. I sat quietly in my seat. I didn't want anyone to think I was some subversive or something. Thinking back, I recalled a sign I had seen on the wall during the our outlining the qualifications for making the grade as a "special agent." It went something like I had to be a 23-40-year-old United States citizen, about 67 inches tall in excellent physical condition available for assignment' anywhere, anytime, possess a law or accounting degree, pass some tests, and be willing to have my life "exhaustively investigated." "Wow, with a little extra work, I could be a special agent for the FBI and carry a gun and wear a suit and everything," I thought. It would be a real privilege. |