Saturday                                         
11:00 AM Our prayboy is cajoled
by his captivating coed into an
early tour of the markets. Absent
are the filthy gutters and pungent
odors of the outdoor market places
which are found so intoxicating by
European tourists. Instead, the
musty scents of freshly opened card-
board boxes and plastic bags add a
"pop-art" mystique to the rialtos of
Highland Falls.



12:00 PM  Ah!  It appears that our
dedicated bachelor has committed a
tactical error. A long determined
look into a jewelry store window, a
few sly criticisms of our beloved
way of life, and several obnoxious
observations on the joys of marriage
and children by our demure pray-
mate send our cautious prayboy to
his Spartan haven.

(Note: Our sincere appreciation to
praymate Tricia Oswald and prayboy
Bob Clover, with apologies to the
Highland Falls Chamber of Com-
merce.)