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Make that crystal springs
From Barry Hansen 63
I much enjoyed the campus pictorial . . . but a couple of those captions
got me going. When did Johnson Creek (captions 3, 14) change course
to run through the campus? (Last time I visited, it was a mile south,
down past Crystal Springs Blvd.) Must have been quite a flood, to
move the Gray Campus Center all the way to the west side of Kaul Auditorium
(caption 2). Or did the stream re-routing in the canyon just get a
little out of hand?
[Ed. Note: Dr. Demento (Barry Hansen) was one of several readers
who pointed out our clumsy captioning.]
A scholarship in memory of
From Aron Faegre 71
The article on José Brown was good to see in the pages of
Reed (May 01). Our culture celebrates mostly heroes who achieve
movie-star status. José provides the example of another kind
of hero who selflessly devotes his or her life to an art form in a
more anonymous and counter-cultural way. Those of us who knew José
well knew that he could have achieved movie-star status but for his
politics. He chose to focus on the poor and underprivileged of our
culture, choosing street performances over MTV. Thank you, Reed, for
honoring his good work, which was so tragically cut short by AIDS.
Are there others in the extended Reed community who would like to
create a perpetual arte povera scholarship at Reed in
Josés name, to encourage future students that have the
same spirit and drive? I would love to give to such a fund.
(Ed. note: The minimum amount to name an endowed scholarship at
Reed is $75,000. Aron has set up an email address for those interested
at JoseBrown@faegre.org. You may also call 503/777-7573.)
It took more than green hair...
From Isabel Beckwith Goode 41
I noticed in an article about Reed in a recent issue of the Oregonian
that the student body president, Andy Bruno, has green hair. Apparently
it takes a lot more now to raise an eyebrow than it did when I was
a student there 60 years ago. In the spring of 1941 when it became
time to elect a new student body president, some of our graduating
seniors decided to start a movement to elect the first woman presidentimagine!
The spring of 1941 was a heady time for us. War was raging in Europe.
In Washington, FDR had begun an unheard-of third term. The men in
our class were facing a probable military draft soon after graduation.
Thesis deadlines and senior orals were fast approaching. Maybe it
was a good time to lighten up the campus. And so began our tongue-in-cheek
First on our agenda was to find a candidate. The perfect one stepped
forward: Ethelwynne Lewis, class of 1942. She was a wonderful young
woman of imposing stature, impeccable character, terrific personality,
and very popular. Not only that, she was a direct descendant of Liliuokalani,
the last reigning queen of Hawaii, and could perform an impressive
With her acceptance of the nomination, our little group mushroomed
in size and enthusiasm. We paraded with many colorful signs: Win
with Ethelwynne! Pick the Pixie from the Pineapple Paradise!
Choose EthylMore Gals to the Mile! At the final
rally before the election, a stirring address was given by senior
Jimmy Walls, renowned for his wit if not his stature. Ethelwynne towered
next to him. The crowd loved Jimmys speech, especially the closing
challenge, In the words of Rose Hardwick Thorpe (who was she,
I wonder): Go, your lover lives! The curfew shall not ring tonight.
Well, things began to get out of hand. Horror of horrors, it began
to look as though Ethelwynne would win the election, hands down. With
that realization, she became nervous and withdrew from the race! You
told me there was no way a woman would be elected!
I have no idea when the Reed student body elected their first woman
president. It was no doubt a long time ago, and I am sure there have
been many others since then. In any case, Id like to tell Andy
Bruno with the green hair that I think he will make a splendid student
body president, and I wish him well.
For that matter, Ethelwynne too would have made a great student body
president. But as events unfolded, she would not have been able to
serve her complete term. Pearl Harbor was bombed in December 1941,
and as soon after that as transportation became available Ethelwynne
returned to her home and family in Honolulu. During the war years,
the Lewis family welcomed into their home many a Reed serviceman passing
through Honolulu en route either to or from the Pacific Theatre. Ethelwynne
did not return to Reed to graduate. After the war, she lived in New
York City for a while and obtained her B.A. degree there. She eventually
returned to Honolulu, where the curfew did finally ring for her quite
a few years ago.
An unforgettable instructor
From William H. Riggle 50
Whenever I think of Reed, I think of Frau Peters. It was during a
summer session in 1948 that I fell under her spell.
The course was an intensive introduction to German. We met daily for
several hours, with each class hour to be matched with two hours of
The catalog description merely said the instructor would be Peters.
Naturally I assumed that would be Herr Peters, the gruff and
stern chairman of the foreign language department. To my great surprise
and delight, Peters turned out to be the old mans very young
and beautiful wife. She could not have been more than three or four
years older than we WWII veterans who were the majority of her small,
By the second week we were reading Erich Maria Remarques Drei
Kameraden. She knew we were veterans, and her selection could
not have been more appropriate. I was so moved by the book that on
my own I read the rest of Remarques WWI trilogy Im
Westen Nichts Neues and Der Weg Zurück. To this day
no other writer has captured for me the essence of the foot soldiers
life in combat and beyonddepicting so truthfully the absurdity,
the insanity, the seething savagery that boils just beneath the surface
of civilizations paper-thin veneer.
One of the more endearing characters in Drei Kameraden was
Karl, das Chausseegespenst (the road spook), an
old beat-up car that the three comrades had rebuilt on the inside,
leaving the disreputable outside as a disguise for unsuspecting road
rivals. When newer and shinier cars would try to pass Karl, the comrades
would kick in the supercharger and leave the astonished Packard and
Cadillac occupants in the dust.
I was so impressed by Karl that, together with my roommate Al
a summer student from England I bought an old beat-up 1934
Buick and rebuilt the motor myself on the dorm parking lot with only
hand tools and the advice and assistance of a machine shop mechanic
within walking distance up the hill from the campus.
Al and I drove around town and made many out-of-town trips with our
own Karl that summer.
Yes, whenever I think of Reed, I think of Frau Peters. She was the
most unforgettable, and without question the most beautiful and keen-spirited,
instructor I had the good fortune to encounter on my academic journey
to the B.A., the M.A., and the Ed.D. By comparison, all of my other
instructors were from Dullsville.
Remembering Charles Arthur
From Scott Benowitz 93
How sad I was to learn of the death of Charles Arthur 93 in
November 1996. His death caught me quite by surprise.
Charlie was my roommate during our freshman year at Reed in 1990-91.
During that year, Charlie mentioned periodically about taking a leave
of absence from Reed. At the time, I thought very little of this because
most college students consider this from time to time. Charlie said
that he had been thinking of spending the subsequent year or two in
California with family and friends.
Charlie had been an active member of the Reed scuba diving club in
199091 and had traveled to some of the state parks and beaches
on Oregons coast. He had also spent some of his spare time bicycling
in Multnomah and Clackamas Counties (sometimes with me), along the
Clackamas, Columbia, and Willamette Rivers in the Willamette Valley,
and to Mount Hood. He had described the time he spent in these places
I kept in touch with Charlie throughout 199293, and he said
to me a number of times that he was looking forward to returning to
Oregon and to Reed. Although I have not spoken with him since 1993,
I always assumed I would see him again at some future date. Now that
more than four and a half years have passed since his untimely death,
I feel it is important to state that Charlie is not forgotten but
rather remembered and missed.