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The Licorice and Butterscotch Men: A waggish remembrance
By Rebecca G. Reppert ’78

The licorice and butterscotch men, thirty years at college then-
They even had houses like twins made of stone
Teutonic, with sagas, and teens on the phone, hymnal, avuncular, seldom alone
Lived history in hometowns both portly and wise, loved Easter and Christmas
And Fourth of Julys;
Concerned, professorial, fools they decried, averse to air travel, conventions defied,
but not conversation or musical score;
of this there was plenty and always lots more; chess as a hobby,
insight, profound, pertaining to golf links and kitchens,
a round; die kinderlein kommet,
Sie kommet doch all, carry the newspapers, carry the coal,
Quite early one morning, quite crisply like fall;
Herr Bach and Count Basie, and Morton, Dick Tracey,
Gut essen in Dutch, shoo-fly-pie, thank-you much,
Volumes and volumes and market-day buns,
Crosswords, confections and last-minute puns,
Tinselly taunenbaums so wide and so full, pronouncements so awful,
And learning in school. To attics and bicycles, trains and hung icicles;
Silver and sense, and verbs in their tense; conserves and mints,
Antiques and diplomas, garden roses in tints, herring, and eggs, and
Lectures at meals, it was sometimes a long time in one place, but was real;
When will authority end? youth appealed;
Teaching the way of a quality pace: they trumped, and they triumphed,
These gents with an ace.



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