 Where are the two thousand students being shipped to?
[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. "Our function is merely to bring them together. And remember: here at Corps HQ, all eyes are upon you." Blue-black sky, stars visible all day. Lots of skiing, bob-sledding, ice skating; and it's the season for woodworkers. 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. Course, I'm only twenty-eight; I can't remember but two other harvests. Miles and miles of vineyards covering the mountain sides, and crowding the river banks, with gardens here and there. There's prizes for the biggest day's output, bets on who can fill the most baskets in an hour.... The sun's high and bright, and it's just cool enough to give you plenty of energy.
 Croanie
 MUDDLE  Earth  Boge  Croanie