From Battle Hymn of the Iowa State Teacher's College

The lanky custodian wore a light gray uniform shirt with darker gray pants. On butterscotch-pudding puke he sprinkled pink granules. Instantly the mess was absorbed, the floor again producing a burgundy candlelight glow that I relished. I need him to apply that magic potion to my pissed-on mattress. I needed him to sprinkle that potion on mother's dress of the month. His mop cleansed linoleum of sins. He was the miracle worker of my McKinley gallery of blurs and cameos...