The Master’s Cat(s)

GooGoo  originated a kind of #MeToo movement among some who had the opportunity of his imposing himself on them. Apparently there was another cat, a female. HoHo (Horace Jr) rushed into the office one day and excitedly announce to Dean Porter that “Something’s wrong with the cat; you have to come help.” Off they went….

Ticket To The Opera

Ticket To The Opera

JE has a small endowment of its own, and one of the benefits of that endowment is having season tickets to one box seat very close to the stage at the Metropolitan Opera in New York. You can apply to get tickets and the Master’s office distributes them.  Once, I “won” the ticket, took the…

Bridge

Bridge

Once a year, Davenport College had a duplicate bridge tournament, with about 30 pairs competing. Although I was later to run this game, when I arrived at Yale I had never played a session of duplicate. I decided to enter, partnered with one of my Farnam entrymates and fellow duplicate-virgin, Greg Thomas. One of the…

Volleyball Was Fun

I was introduced to Yale intermural volleyball before I even was admitted.  Touring Yale as a HS senior in the Fall of ’64, my guide, Dan Bender (Stiles, 67) was showing me around, and he invited me to come with him to his volleyball game. Since I was wearing sneakers, they allowed me to play…

Great Name Choice

While not a Calhoun College alumnus, I do appreciate that a name change is jarring for some.  However, I want to say that I am delighted with the choice of Grace Murray Hopper.  I met her once, near the end of her life, when she spoke to a computer group in the Boston area.  She…

Chasing Brian Dowling

I didn’t have any real interaction with Brian during our Yale years.  He was, of course, a star.  I was a lowly hacker-type athlete, blessed with size enough to play in high school but not gifted enough for intercollegiate athletics. Happily, the intermural programs gave me an outlet for some play and for some exercise….

Peachy Kuehn

Does anyone remember Peachy Kuehn? I remember him from Fellows’ Dinners, where, slightly inebriated, he’d hold forth with shockingly liberal opinions — shocking to me because he was an “adult” and my other role models for adults (my parents, my HS teachers) were either conservative or centrist. Imagine my surprise when I got a note…

Business School At Yale

Yale School of Management During the summer between my junior and senior year in high school, my parents took me around to look at colleges.  We stopped in New Haven in July.  The campus was mostly deserted.  I got a map and walked around, eventually walking into a building on Prospect Street (where the Becton…