Every afternoon when Professor Herb

Every afternoon when Professor Herbert Alien walked home from the university, he was so occupied with the book in his hand that he never saw anything around him. When he reached home, his wife would say, 'What happened today, Herbert?' and he would answer, 'Nothing'.
The truth was that if anything did happen, he didn't know it. He was much too busy brushing up on Voltaire, Hegel, or some other philosopher. Still, he gave his wife the same answer every day. She knew in advance that he would, but she asked anyway.
One day, however, Herbert had a different answer ready for his wife. It was all because of the weather. That afternoon the spring weather was so beautiful that he left the university earlier than usual and went to the park. Of course, he carried a philosophy book in his hand. As long as he had to read this book anyway, why not in the park? He sat down on a bench under a tree, made himself at home there, and started to read. Around him were people enjoying the sunshine. The trees were covered with leaves the flowers were all in bloom every now and then a bird sang. It was a lovely day.
Professor Alien was about to begin the second chapter of his book when a man said, 'Well, hello. The last time I saw you was in Philadelphia, wasn't it? Remember? But what are you doing here? Do you live in this town? I'm here to see about for my office. I've been up to my ears in work'.
'Why, I —'At first Herbert didn't know what to say. He hadn't been in Philadelphia since 1952, when he went there with his wife to visit her cousins. The man was mistaken, to say the least. Herbert had never seen him before.
he businessman must have noticed the strange expression on Herbert's face. 'What's the matter?' he asked. 'Don't you remember me?'
'Are you one of my wife's cousins?'
It was the other man's turn to have a strange expression. 'I...I don't think so'.
'Then I don't know you,' the professor replied calmly. 'The only people I know in Philadelphia are my wife's relatives'.
'Excuse me,' the businessman said. 'I obviously made a mistake'.
'That's all right,' replied the professor and returned to his book. He had read only five minutes when, all of a sudden, a lady with a little boy spoke to him. 'Pardon me, sir,' said the lady. 'You look like a kind person. Will you keep an eye on my little boy while I go across the street to the drugstore? I'll be back in five minutes'.
Before he could say anything, the woman was gone. The professor put his book down and looked at the child. The child looked at the professor. 'What's your name?' asked the boy.
'Herbert Alien. What's yours?' 'Alien Herbert'.
'Really? That's very interesting'. The professor thought about this coincidence for several minutes. 'I want some ice cream,' the boy said, pointing to a man selling it nearby.
'All right,' said the professor. 'Come with me'. He took the boy to the ice-creamman. 'What flavor?' he asked the boy.
'Chocolate'.
The professor did not notice that the boy was wearing a white shirt. Almost immediately there were spots of chocolate on it.
'Oh! Look at him!' cried the child's mother when she returned. 'You're to blame for it! Why did you let him have it?'
'He wanted it,' Professor Alien said timidly. 'He could have done without it!'
'I'm not used to being around children,' the professor confessed.
'That's obvious,' said the woman. 'What am I going to do? I have to meet my mother-in-lawhere in ten minutes. If she sees Alien like this, she'll tell my husband I'm a careless housewife, not to mention a poor mother. I'll just have to take him home and change his shirt. I can't get rid of those spots here. I should have known all along not to leave Alien with a stranger'. She hurried away angrily, pulling thechocolate-coveredboy after her.
'That was a close call,' Herbert told himself. 'I thought for a minute she was going to have me arrested'.
Once again Professor Alien opened his book. It was extremely interesting. For the time being he was able to forget the woman and her little boy.
Just fifteen minutes later someone touched his arm and asked, 'Can you let me have a quarter, mister? I'm broke and I haven't had anything to eat all morning. I've had my heart set on a nice big hamburger all day. It's all I think about'.
The professor, his mind deep in thought on a statement by Voltaire, did not understand. 'What did you say? You broke something?'
'No, no!' the man answered. 'I said I'm broke. I need twenty-fivecents for a hamburger'.
The professor looked in his pockets. Finally he shook his head. 'I'm sorry,' he said, 'but I don't have a quarter. Can you make a fifty-centpiece do?'
The poor man looked at the professor as though he couldn't believe him. 'I...I suppose so,' he replied. He took the fifty-centpiece and, thanking the Professor, hurried away, shaking his head. For the next half hour, nobody interrupted Professor Alien. However, he didn't read his book.

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Every afternoon when Professor Herbert Alien walked home from the university, he was so occupied with the book in his hand that he never saw anything around him. When he reached home, his wife would say, ' What happened today, Herbert? ' and he would answer, ' Nothing '.The truth was that if anything did happen, he didn't know it. He was much too busy brushing up on Voltaire, Hegel, or some other philosopher. Still, he gave his wife the same answer every day. She knew in advance that he would, but she asked anyway.One day, however, Herbert had a different answer ready for his wife. It was all because of the weather. That afternoon the spring weather was so beautiful that he left the university earlier than usual and went to the park. Of course, he carried a philosophy book in his hand. As long as he had to read this book anyway, why not in the park? He sat down on a bench under a tree, made himself at home there, and started to read. Around him were people there the sunshine. The trees were covered with leaves the flowers were all in bloom every now and then a bird sang. It was a lovely day.Professor Alien was about to begin the second chapter of his book when a man said, ' Well, hello. "The last time I saw you was in Philadelphia, wasn't it? Remember? But what are you doing here? Do you live in this town? I'm here to see about for my office. I've been up to my ears in work '.' Why, I-' At first Herbert didn't know what to say. He hadn't been in Philadelphia since 1952, when he went there with his wife to visit her cousins. The man was mistaken, to say the least. Herbert had never seen him before.He businessman must have noticed the strange expression on Herbert's face. ' What's the matter? ' he asked. ' Don't you remember me? '' Are you one of my wife's cousins? 'It was the other man's turn to have a strange expression. 'I... I don't think so '.' Then I don't know you, ' the professor replied calmly. ' The only people I know in Philadelphia are my wife's relatives '.' Excuse me, ' the businessman said. "I obviously made a mistake '.' That's all right, ' replied the professor and returned to his book. He had read only five minutes when, all of a sudden, a lady with a little boy spoke to him. ' Pardon me, sir, ' said the lady. ' You look like a kind person. Will you keep an eye on my little boy while I go across the street to the drugstore? I'll be back in five minutes '.Before he could say anything, the woman was gone. The professor put his book down and looked at the child. The child looked at the professor. ' What's your name? ' asked the boy.' Herbert Alien. What's yours? ' ' Alien ' Herbert.' Really? That's very interesting. ' The professor thought about this coincidence for several minutes. ' I want some ice cream, ' the boy said, pointing to a man selling it nearby.' All right, ' said the professor. ' Come with me '. He took the boy to the ice-creamman. ' What flavor? ' he asked the boy.' Chocolate '.The professor did not notice that the boy was wearing a white shirt. Almost immediately there were spots of chocolate on it.' Oh! Look at him! ' cried the child's mother when she returned. ' You're to blame for it! Why did you let him have it? '' He wanted it, ' Professor Alien said timidly. ' He could have done without it! '' I'm not used to being around children, ' the professor confessed.' That's obvious, ' said the woman. ' What am I going to do? I have to meet my mother-in-lawhere in ten minutes. If she sees an Alien like this, she'll tell my husband I'm a careless housewife, not to mention a poor mother. I'll just have to take him home and change his shirt. I can't get rid of those spots here. "I should have known all along not to leave the Alien with a stranger '. She hurried away angrily, pulling thechocolate-coveredboy after her.' That was a close call, ' Herbert told himself. ' I thought for a minute she was going to have me arrested '.Once again Professor Alien opened his book. It was extremely interesting. For the time being he was able to forget the woman and her little boy.Just fifteen minutes later someone touched his arm and asked, ' Can you let me have a quarter, mister? I'm broke and I haven't had anything to eat all morning. I've had my heart set on a nice big hamburger all day. It's all I think about '.The professor, his mind deep in thought on a statement by Voltaire, did not understand. ' What did you say? You broke something? '' No, No! ' the man answered. ' I said I'm broke. I need twenty-fivecents for a hamburger '.The professor looked in his pockets. Finally he shook his head. ' I'm sorry, ' he said, ' but I don't have a quarter. Can you make a fifty-centpiece do? 'The poor man looked at the professor as though he couldn't believe him. 'I... I suppose so, ' he replied. He took the fifty-centpiece and, thanking the Professor, hurried away, shaking his head. For the next half hour, nobody are interrupted Professor Alien. However, he didn't read his book.

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every afternoon when professor herbert alien walked home from the university, he was too occupied with the book in his hand that he never saw anything around him. when he reached home, his wife would say, 'what happened today, herbert? " and he would answer, 'nothing'.the truth was that if anything did happen, he didn't know it. he was much too busy brushing up on voltaire, Hegel, or some other philosopher. still, he gave his wife the same answer every day. she knew in advance that he would, but she had anyway.one day, however, the city had a different answer ready for his wife. it was all because of the weather. that afternoon the spring weather was so beautiful that he left the university earlier than usual and went to the park. of course, he carried a philosophy book in his hand. as long as he had to read this book anyway, why not in the park? he sat down on a bench under a tree, made himself at home there, and started to read. around him were people enjoying the sunshine. the trees were covered with leaves. the flowers were all in bloom every now and then a bird sang. it was a good day.professor alien was about to begin the second chapter of his book when a man said, "well, hello. the last time i saw you was in philadelphia, wasn't it? remember? but what are you doing here? do you live in this town? i 'm here to see about for my office. i've been up to my ears in work.'why, i' at first herbert didn't know what to say. he hadn 't been in philadelphia since 1952, when he went there with his wife to visit her cousins. the man was mistaken, to say the least. herbert had never seen him before.he businessman must have noticed the strange expression on herbert's face. what's the matter? ' he asked. ' don't you remember me?'are you one of my wife' s cousins? 'it was the other man 's turn to have a strange expression. i, i don't think so.'then i don' t know you, "the one our calmly. ' the only people i know in philadelphia are my wife 's relatives."excuse me," the businessman said. i obviously made a mistake '.'that's all right,' our the first and returned to his book. he had read only five minutes when, all of a sudden, a lady with a little boy spoke to him. pardon me, sir, 'said the lady. " you look like a kind person. will you keep an eye on my little boy while i go across the street to the drugstore? i 'll be back in five minutes.before he could say anything, the woman was gone. the professor put his book down and looked at the child. the child looked at the stars. " what's your name? " asked the boy.'herbert alien. what's yours? " alien city '.'really? that's very interesting. the first thought about this coincidence for several minutes. i want some ice cream, "the boy said, pointing to a man seen it all.'all right,' said the first. " come with me '. he took the boy to the ice creamman. ' what flavor? " he asked the boy.'chocolate'.the professor did not notice that the boy was wearing a white shirt. almost immediately there were spots of chocolate on it.'oh! look at him! ' cried the child's mother when she returned. you're to blame for it. why did you let him have it?'he wanted it, "professor alien said timidly.' i could have done without it.'i' m not used to being around children, the youngest confessed.'that's enough,' said the woman. " what am i going to do? i have to meet my mother - in - lawhere in ten minutes. if she sees alien like this, she 'll tell my husband i'm a careless housewife, not to mention a poor mother. i 'll just have to take him home and change his shirt. i can't get rid of those spots here. i should have known all along not to leave alien with a stranger '. she hurried away angrily, pulling thechocolate - coveredboy after her.'that was a close call,' herbert told himself. i thought for a minute she was going to have me arrested.once again, professor alien opened his book. it was extremely interesting. for the time being, he was able to forget the woman and her little boy.just fifteen minutes later someone touched his arm and asked, 'can you let me have a quarter, mister? i 'm broke and i haven't had anything to eat all the time. i've had my heart set on a nice big hamburger. it's all i think about.the professor, his mind deep in thought on a statement by voltaire, did not understand. what did you say? you broke something? ''no, no!' the man answered. i said i 'm broke. i need twenty fivecents for a hamburger '.the first book in the evening. finally, he shook his head. ' i'm sorry, 'he said,' but i don't have a quarter. can you make a fifty centpiece do? 'the old man looked at the stars as though he couldn't believe him. i... i suppose so, 'is our. he took the fifty centpiece and thanking the professor, hurried away, shaking his head. for the next half hour, nobody interrupted professor alien. however, he didn't read his book.