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One of Doris's Theta sisters was Alice Brevoort, from an aristocratic old Dutch family in New York. I guess she was in my class of '24 and I think I admired her throughout my entire four years in college but never even met her. She looked the aristocrat, tall, slender, lovely, with beautiful slim ankles and perfect legs. It was a pleasure just to see her walking along the street. I was quite timid about such girls.

Through a DU friend named Knight, I met Harold Olson, a crew regular and an upper-classman in Engineering. Ole went with GE a couple of years before I did and became head of the New York District of the Lamp Dept. and later, commercial VP in New York. I'll never forget having Ole out in our cruiser one day here in Erie when he was in town on business; we were two or three miles from shore out in the lake just drifting and having a few drinks when a storm appeared on the horizon and it was not only very ominous looking but also was moving in fast. I decided we'd better head for safe harbor and then was unable to get the engine started! The engine sometimes was very ornery to start under certain conditions and this happened to be one of these occasions. I was frantic but old Ole didn't appear to be the least perturbed. Finally I got her going and we raced for the harbor and made it okay but those were some anxious moments.

Watkins was an engineer whose first name I couldn't remember; it was Leon.

We had an economics class over in Business Ad one year that most of us disliked and we used to fool around something like I did in French in high school. The prof was an old crab that nobody liked and the boys delighted in trying to get his goat, making funny remarks, smart-alecking during roll call, and so on. On registration day, the prof had each of us fill out a card with our names, etc. and somebody got hold of some extra cards and submitted some phone names. One of these was "Gregory Wattmeter" and for several days afterward, the prof called this name out during roll call and someone would say "here" while the whole class snikkered. It finally got so bad that I think the prof simply kicked most of us out of class and there was considerable parleying before we got back in again.

Several times, I put in all-night study sessions when boning for exams or finishing reports to meet a deadline. I used to do this with Rog Casler and Fred Thalman sometimes and in the early morning like 1 a.m. or later, we'd go over to the Greeks for coffee to keep us going. Rog Casler and I designed a chain-making machine together over which we burned the midnight oil and I've often wondered just what the actual product would have been which would have emerged from this machine had it been constructed -- probably something but not likely, chain.