From Nancy Osa '88
I agree with Gwendolyn Scott '79 (May 1998) that family life would be a welcome topic in these pages for alums who wondered if there would be life after Reed. But don't forget those of us who have chosen not to have children. Why not explore the whole spectrum of families that Reedies create?
From Sharon Cochran '80
Gwendolyn Scott's letter in your last issue inspired me to write. My experiences go in the other direction, and I often find myself restless for change. Ms. Scott's experiences, my experiences, and everything in between is an example of what has always delighted me about Reedies:
great diversity combined with respect for one another. I've often said that my doctoral program in veterinary medicine taught me how to memorize. Reed taught me how to be a scholar. Medicine is a career. What I gained at Reed is a lifestyle which is firmly rooted in the discipline of scholastics. Thank you for that gift and the eternal intellectual curiosity that flows from it.
Remembering Granville McCormick '49
From Alan McConnell '54
Only now in April have I had the opportunity to see the Reed magazine of November 1997 and to read, with sadness, the obituary of Granville McCormick. I was surprised, and somewhat shocked, to note that his teaching at Reed, in 1950-51, was not mentioned. I was a freshman in that academic year and my instructors were R.F. Aragon for humanities, Bill Parker for physics, and Granny McCormick for math. Talk about an all- star cast! I was an extremely fortunate freshman. Granny was alert, knowledgeable, stimulating, witty, and sympathetic. Despite the fact that he gave me my lowest grade of the three courses (what I deserved!), I felt him to be a very good teacher. I cherish his memory, and my sympathies go out to his family and friends, of whom there are surely many.
Thanks for being boring
From Harry Travis '69
Extend my thanks to Mr. Large for his article in the current issue ("What price knowledge?" May 1998). Well written, well documented with appropriate comparisons, and well illustrated. (I'm a social statistician.) There hasn't been much like this in the magazine, and while I doubt many readers will appreciate it as much as I do, thank you for the editorial courage to be dry and allow a piece on something, well, boring. On the other hand, most of the rest of the magazine would be better with genuine color. I like the gray/green tone enough to have had for the last decade water-buffalo leather furniture and carpeting in my house in the same shade. And it is about as interesting as closeups of the buttocks that rest on them. Please favor your authors. Reconsider this look.
Most certainly the 1970 thesis parade
From Jeff Kovac '70
In the article on the thesis parade on page 34 of the May 1998 issue that we received yesterday, the photograph identified as circa 1970 is in fact the 1970 thesis parade. The accordion player is Fred Zemke '70 (Fredz); Marcus (Andrew) Kurn '70 is playing the garden hose. On the right hand side of the picture is Jim McGill '70 in his 1940s vintage double-breasted tuxedo. Visible between Kurn and Zemke is David Raich '70. After a bit of research in copies of the Griffin, I discovered that the Doyle Owl incident was actually in 1968, not 1969 as stated in the article. There are several good pictures of the resulting melee in that issue of the Griffin. The article brought back many memories.
From Victor A. Friedman '70
In addition to the readily identifiable Reedies in the front row, there is the unmistakable diagnostic of John Sterne '70 in the upper left and the top of the head of fellow anthropology major Katherine Verdery '70 next to him.
[We also heard from Fred Zemke '70 and Greg Lee '70 confirming the date and people in the photo. Ed.]