Our Gallant Alums

On the way to pick up exams from the Registrar’s Office, which nobly maintains long hours this exam week, I stopped to pick up a Sunday paper for them. I had no money, and the store said they couldn’t give me the paper on credit. At that moment, the man behind me in line, Dale Anderson ’65, and parent of more recent alumnae, gallantly bought the paper for me.

It reminded me of the time I was trying to give an invited lecture in Australia over the din of an engineering experiment in an adjacent lab.  My hosts, skeptical that anything could be done, followed me into the lab, where I was greeted by two former calculus students, who immediately shut down the experiment.