Beyond Bedlam

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Mrs. Harris's voice crackled through the room.

"Carl Blair! I believe you have an important message.

Surely you will want the whole class to hear it. Come forward,

please."

As he made his way before the class, the boy's blush-cov-

ered freckles reappeared against his growing pallor. Halting-

ly and in an agonized monotone, he recited from the note:

"There was a young hyper named Phil,

Who kept a third head for a thrill.

Said he. It's all right,

I enjoy my plight.

I shift my third out when it's chill."'

The class didn't dare laugh. Their eyes burned down at

their laps in shame. Mary managed to throw Carl Blair a

compassionate glance as he returned to his seat, but she in-

stantly regretted ever having been kind to him.

"Mary Walden, you seemed uncommonly interested in read-

ing something just now. Perhaps you wouldn't mind reading

your assignment to the class"

There it was, and just when the class was almost over.