en enough of life to
know that one had to fight or be trampled. She didn't want to see a
good teacher trampled.

"You mean they have accused you of writing these and demand that you
resign?" She was dumbfounded. After she had looked at them more
carefully, she asked, "Is this all of them? Five medical radiology and
two nursing nutrition?"

"That's it."

"This sucks! And this paper is the graphologist report?" Jennifer used
the scientific designation, graphologist, rather than the term document
examiner. "Look here, these are what they call standards, did you
write these?"

"I could have, I suppose, but the dates on them are so long ago that I
just don't remember for sure."

"Well, two of these evaluations are printed. There is no printing
among the standards. Look, I know a little about graphology and I know
that they can't compare printing to writing standards. This looks like
a setup. We need to put a crimp in Lyle Stone's tail. It's
unconscionable that he would send student evaluations to a
graphologist."

Later, when Roz had come in, she had asked Diana if they could tell the
other students in the class about the two nursing nutrition SmurFFs.
"We'll ask them to come up and see if they can identify if they wrote
these. Then we'll check with the med students and have them do the
same. Somebody must have written these and we need to find out who."

Diana agreed but only if no pressure was put on anyone. "This must be
absolutely voluntary. I will copy some completed forms from last
year's class and put them with these two to be identified. No one will
know which two are critical."

Later in the day, several groups of students had wandered in to look at
the pile of evaluations, shake their heads and wander out again.

That is until Jenny Smythe bubbled her way in. Jenny was from England.
Her husband was a doctor associated with the medical school and she was
continuing her education while he was posted here. She pounced
delightedly on one of the forms, "This looks just like Sarah's writing.
Sarah and I sit together at all the lectures and I've seen her
handwriting so many times. I'll go get her!" And Jenny was off with
that efficient British walking gait that one associates with woolen
socks and moors.

The next day, Sarah appeared at Diana's door, tentative and a bit
apprehensive. Sarah was a shy young woman barely out of high school.
Raised on a farm, she had not yet assumed the mask