 Are the two thousand students truly being sent off to college?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1962. "When I first came here, the Manpower Utilization Directorate, Division of Libraries and Education was a shambles. Frankly, I question the wisdom of placing you in charge of such a sensitive desk, even for two weeks. "I see they're sending two thousand students to d'Land," Retief said, glancing at the Memo for Record. "The Bogans have launched no less than four military campaigns in the last two decades. They're known as the Hoodlums of the Nicodemean Cluster. Now, perhaps, we shall see them breaking that precedent and entering into the cultural life of the Galaxy." "Breaking and entering," Retief said. But I'm wondering what they'll study on d'Land. That's an industrial world of the poor but honest variety." "Academic details are the affair of the students and their professors," Magnan said. "Our function is merely to bring them together. And remember: here at Corps HQ, all eyes are upon you." A tall broad man with bronze skin and gray hair, wearing tight trousers of heavy cloth, a loose shirt open at the neck and a short jacket, stepped into the room. The wine crop is just about ready. "Only mature every twelve years. In between, the vines don't need a lot of attention, so our time's mostly our own. We've turned all the land area we've got into parks and farms. Five of 'em. Our year's about eighteen Terry months. Blue-black sky, stars visible all day. Lots of skiing, bob-sledding, ice skating; and it's the season for woodworkers. Our furniture—" "I've seen some of your furniture," Retief said. That's the music-writing season. The theatres are set up on the sand, or anchored off-shore. You have the music and the surf and the bonfires and stars—we're close to the center of a globular cluster, you know...." Fruit, grain, that kind of thing; getting it in doesn't take long. But this year...." Course, I'm only twenty-eight; I can't remember but two other harvests. Retief put aside his cigar, pulled the wires loose, nudged the cork, caught it as it popped up. "We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy," Arapoulous said, swallowing wine. They figured they knew better what to do with our minerals than we did.
 No, because there exists few academic resources for them where they are heading.
 No, because there exists few academic resources for them where they are heading.  Yes, because there is a small college out where the students are heading.  No, because they are going to a rural setting.  No, because Retief has suspicions over the situation of transporting the students.