Portrait of the Artist as a Headless Man.

At the University of Minnesota I was a member of the ATO fraternity and every Monday evening we actually put on jackets and ties for our 'house meeting'. For some reason I can't explain now, I had campaigned and been elected as 'Worthy Usher', a lofty title for a position that entailed the sole duty of answering the house phone during the meeting and taking messages. Dutifully armed with paper and pen phone calls were few but the doodles I made were plentiful. The sketch above was my point-if-view from my chair, as I awaited the telephone's ring. Note the nifty wingtips.