Panel 1: It's
colour-comic time! In the first big title panel, the words "WEST OF
BATHURST BY KARI MAAREN" are sprinkled amongst images of a number of
Davies Junior Fellows, who are standing around in robes after dinner,
chatting and drinking tea. The background is plain peach, but we'll see
in subsequent panels that everyone is standing in the common room,
neaer the brick fireplace. We can also see out a glass window in the
common room into the foyer. People in the crowd we recognise are Casey,
Rahim, Marie, Fred, Wendy, Barbara, and the blue-haired woman; there
are also two young white men with mid-length brown hair (one with
glasses, one without), a young white woman with dark brown hair, a
young white or mixed-race woman with auburn hair, and a young man with
brown skin, long white hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a nose ring.
To the right of this group are two older people, a pasty-faced old bald
man and an old woman with light brown hair and a deep tan. Both are
holding tea cups. Their robes differ a bit from the Junior Fellows'
robes, as they have red stripes on the shoulders. Barbara's eyes slide
towards them as the old man speaks.
Old Man: Hmph.
Panel 2: Barbara stands listening to the old man as the old woman looks on.
Old Man: When I was a Junior Fellow, women were not allowed in this college.
Panel 3:
Old Man: There was no political correctness; we were encouraged to smoke in the common room.
Panel 4: The woman winces and lays a hand on the old man's arm. The old man is glaring at the white-haired Junior Fellow, who is passing.
Old Man: We dressed well and were always polite. Only gentlemen were accepted as residents.
Panel 5: The
old man gestures towards Marie and Rahim, who are, if you remember,
people of colour. Their expressions indicate that they can hear him.
The woman massages her forehead, as if she has a headache.
Old Man: Most importantly, we all came from the same background, and we understood each other.
Panel 6:
Barbara: Gosh. I'm so sorry, sir; I didn't realise.
Panel 7: Barbara shakes the old man vigorously by the hand. His eyes pop. The Don of Hall approaches but is waylaid by the old woman.
Barbara: Welcome! Welcome to the twenty-first century! I had no idea it was your first time here!
Don of Hall: Barbara...
Old Woman: Kill her later; I'm enjoying this.
Alt-Text: No Senior Fellows were harmed in the making of this comic.
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