Show The Aggie Review Page 5 FMera Fiction Fiction Fiction Fiction Ficti by Charles W Johnson Black was his hood Through the slits a glint of reddish eyes could occasionally be seen Pacing on the gallows platform he snarled at the on surrounding crowd The wooden structure was a grim sight standing on the quad amid the gathering gloom Silent on lookers looked silently Perspiration poured from the hooded hangman’s broad shoulders as he forced a scrawny bound figure into position and adjusted a noose around his neck The knot was pulled tight Knot bad” though Land Grant Man as he surveyed the scene coed standing Looking up from his transit he turned to a soft willowy near him in the crowd “What is going on here?” he asked She wistfully replied “Someone is being hung” Land Grant Man addressed the coed with new interest She had a lean athletic look about her rather like a cheerleader “Why is he being hung?” he queried questioningly “He had a library book out three days overdue” Land Grant Man was horror struck “Horrors!” he exclaimed “The administration tried to string him along for as long as they could” she said in a whimsical tone “Now it has come to this “But why ha vethey chosen this archaic form of " “Well we can’t have archaic and eat it too Besides he was’ given a choice between hanging and eating High Rise food” -- pun-ishment- ?” “It’s sad” Land Grant Man remarked sadistically “The poor fellow will miss the ski season” “Yes this is likely to ruin his whole day” They looked up as the executioner completed the adjustment of the rope to his satisfaction as well as to his hapless victim’s neck “Do you want a gag?” the hooded hangman asked “Please” was the sullen reply ! ” “Alright I have some good news and some bad noose the hangman said gleefully “What is the good news?” the scrawny student asked “You are in for a real let down!” “You must be a practical choker ” the student croaked “What is the bad news?” The hooded executioner replied by pulling the level that released the ! trap door “The suspense is killing me!” was the hangee’s last comment “Disgusting Necking in public!” Land Grant Man scowled “I had better not hang around here I am going to the library to investigate” “No! Not there! Haven’t you heard about the place?” asked his students have gone in there in the last willowy companion “Thiry-si- x month and none of them has been seen or heard of again!” She — — huddered involuntarily-- “I must go” Land Grant Man responded solemnly “It is the Morrill the past our immoral hero has argued the advising system with his professor battled the Bear Lake Monster and his famous gang-greefought the lady at the'fee window while donning costume But is it too much to ask Land Grant Man to match his wits with the Dreaded Exit Gate? In ivy-cover- ed n |