Good Girls Go to Paris

Tearoom Hostess:
The students are supposed to keep their minds on their studies and you girls must remember, that we're only here to satisfy their appetite... for food.

Ronald Brooke:
Is this girl a friend of yours?

Jenny Swanson:
I wish she was.

Ronald Brooke:
Good heavens, why?

Jenny Swanson:
Maybe she could tell me how to do it.

Ronald Brooke:
Do what?

Jenny Swanson:
Go to Paris!

Ronald Brooke:
What happened on that train?

Jenny Swanson:
Well, we got very friendly and I slept in his Drawing Room.

Ronald Brooke:
What?

Jenny Swanson:
Yeh, Tom had to double up to get in my berth but he said he didn't mind.

Ronald Brooke:
You know this instant reminds me of one of old Aesop's fables - the one about the wolf in sheep's clothing, of course. Only in this instance, the wolf turns out to be an exchange professor from England. Of course, I realize how disappointed you must be that I haven't a long white beard and that however much of an old fluff I may be, it isn't apparent to the naked eye. I hope. All you have to do is to pass a rather stiff examination at the end of the term. And before I hear too many groans, let me say that I'm going to begin the course by exploring the nightlife of Cytherea - a rather high-spirited wench of ancient times. As a matter of fact, so high spirited that students have been known to take up Greek just in order to read it in the original. Well, hip-hip, dash it all, shall we carry on?