By: Robert Inman Ragsdale, Jr.

               "Jenna?"
               "Hi Daddy."
    
               "Howya doing down there..learning much?"

               "A little. How's work, Daddy?"
         
               "Oh, you know, Uncle Dick does most of the work -- just kind of
               observing and taking notes right now. Next year, he says it'll get
               more hands on. But you know Jenna, I got to talk to you about what
               you're doing down there."

               "Aw, but Daddy, its just the press. They blow up everything. You
               know, like Grandpa and Uncle Dick say. The liberals!"

               "I know. But you gotta keep away from all that stuff."

               "But dad - its UT! there's parties everywhere here. And I don't
               drink that much, not nearly as much as Bud and Zack in the room
               across the floor--"
    
               "I know, but Bud and Zack aint the daughter of the President. Now
               this is real important honey , so listen. See. If you do, that will
               be one time, then two time, so the next time you get caught, you
               got to go to jail."
             
               "Jail! What?!
              
               "Don't mess with Texas, Jenna. That's the law."
              
               "What kind of an idiot would put that law on the books, Daddy?"
              
              
               "Well, uh, er -- well never mind that right now. The point is, you
               can't keep ordering daquiries or these frozen drinks that you like.
    
               "But Daddy, they taste good. And they're fruity. Everybody does
               it. "
    
               "Look Austin aint like the rest of Texas. There's liberals all over
               that town -- and they got telescopes. They gonna dial 91 and just
               wait for you to order booze."
    
               "But Daddy, how am I supposed to have fun here. Everybody is drinking. "
         
               "Why can't you just, well, you know, do what you got to do in the
               dorm room. You know, lock the door, get the Secret Service agent
               to guard the door, and have Bud or Zack or whats their name bring
               up a Beer Ball."

               "But we like to go out and dance and have fun."

               "You don't need to be dancing to have fun. Uncle Dick says its probably
               not good to have pictures of you dancing on the news anyway. Why
               don't you have the Secret Service agents get you some vodka, and
               just, you know, do shots of it. Or poor it into a funnel and take
               turns doing that. Man, we used to do that at Harvard at them keggers...."
         
               "You did that, Daddy?"
         
               "Well, er , ah...just when you're Daddy had mastered his classes
               and didn't see any point in attending them anymore. But the point
               is, well your Daddy's had some youthful times, but he didn't go
               making a public spectacle of himself. Well, at least not until the
               election. Do what you have to do honey, but just try to keep it
               quiet. OK. Look Daddy's gotta go OK? Be Good, OK? Don't make your
               uncle mad at me."
               "OK."

               "Keep at it -- keep learning...you know all that stuff that you're
               learning down there...."