'But da Rocks Is Rough,' Says Vet With Hole in His Flannels

And so it came to pass that into the Coop yesterday came a student clutching a white VA authorization in one grimy hand and the rent in his pants in the other. Past the stationery counter, past the book department he strode before he found what he had come for.

It took cojolery for the clerk selling mens trousers to convince the seeker that book authorizations didn't include replacements for pants worn out on a Geology field trip. No, not even if the trip was undertaken under the G. I. Bill Not even if the rocks encountered there were solely responsible. Not even if the rocks were rough.