Library Squatters
By Jerry Knudson
ONE MEETS all kinds of readers while trying to spend an honest afternoon at Watson library studying the latest copy of "Esquire."
HE SMOKER
The Green room is noted for its relaxed (and foggy) atmosphere. Here the nicotine fiends and those with Western Civ jitters must sit side by side and endure it.
Then there's the Heavy Reader. The finesse in looking at the latest "Sour Owl" is necessitated because the instructor of the big-book course is sitting opposite Heavy Reader at the next table.
Anywhere in the building you're likely to encounter The Gossips. Maizie meets Sue and you're subjected to all the latest dirt at the lota Iota Iota house while trying to read about all the dirt of the Harding administration.
The Absorbed Reader is really not sleeping. She's digesting what she's absorbed. The Sprawler needs no elaboration, just more room.
We could go on with this pictorial expose, but at about this point your photographer was tossed out of Watson library—flash bulbs and all.
THE HEAVY READER
BEFORE
AFTER
THE GOSSIPS
THE ABSORBED READER
THE SPRAWLER