大学生活回忆（2）（2/2）
《我的大学，用一辈子去忘记》作者：杨柳青 2017-02-10 18:11
turn to answer a question. “Name one means of transportation,” the professor said to him. No light came into his eyes. “Just any means of transportation.” said the professor.
Bo1enciecwcz sat staring at him. “That is,” pursued the professor, “any medium, agency, or method of going from one place to another.” Bolenciecwcz had the look of a man who is being led into a trap.
“You may choose among steam, horse-drawn, or electrically-propelled vehicles,” said the instructor. “I might suggest the one which we commonly take in making long journeys across land.” There was a profound silence in which everybody stirred uneasily, including Bolenciecwcz and Mr. Bassum.
Mr. Bassum abruptly broke this silence in an amazing manner.“Choo-choo-choo,” he said, in a low voice, and turned instantly scarlet3. He glanced appealingly around the room.
“Toot, toot, too-tooooooo!” some students with deep voice moaned, and we all looked encouragingly at Bolenciecwcz. Somebody else gave a fine imitation of a loccomotive letting off steam. Mr. Bassum himself rounded off the little show. “Ding, dong, ding, dong,” he said hopefully. Bolenciecwcz was staring at the floor now, trying to think, his great brow furrowed4, his huge hands rubbing together, his face red. “How did you come to college this year, Mr. Bolenciecwcz?” Asked the professor. “Chuffa, chuffa, chuffa, chuffa.”
“My father sent me.” Came the reply.
“What on?” asked Bassum.
“I git an, lowance,” said his student, in a low, husky voice, obviously embarrassed5. “No, no,” said Bassum.“Name a means of transportation. What did you ride here on?”
“Train,” said Bolenciecwcz.
“Quite right,” said the professor. “Now, Mr. Nugent, will tell us...”
Bo1enciecwcz sat staring at him. “That is,” pursued the professor, “any medium, agency, or method of going from one place to another.” Bolenciecwcz had the look of a man who is being led into a trap.
“You may choose among steam, horse-drawn, or electrically-propelled vehicles,” said the instructor. “I might suggest the one which we commonly take in making long journeys across land.” There was a profound silence in which everybody stirred uneasily, including Bolenciecwcz and Mr. Bassum.
Mr. Bassum abruptly broke this silence in an amazing manner.“Choo-choo-choo,” he said, in a low voice, and turned instantly scarlet3. He glanced appealingly around the room.
“Toot, toot, too-tooooooo!” some students with deep voice moaned, and we all looked encouragingly at Bolenciecwcz. Somebody else gave a fine imitation of a loccomotive letting off steam. Mr. Bassum himself rounded off the little show. “Ding, dong, ding, dong,” he said hopefully. Bolenciecwcz was staring at the floor now, trying to think, his great brow furrowed4, his huge hands rubbing together, his face red. “How did you come to college this year, Mr. Bolenciecwcz?” Asked the professor. “Chuffa, chuffa, chuffa, chuffa.”
“My father sent me.” Came the reply.
“What on?” asked Bassum.
“I git an, lowance,” said his student, in a low, husky voice, obviously embarrassed5. “No, no,” said Bassum.“Name a means of transportation. What did you ride here on?”
“Train,” said Bolenciecwcz.
“Quite right,” said the professor. “Now, Mr. Nugent, will tell us...”