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to find another recipient was the great football player, "Fats" Clark. (He was not fat at all, just big.)  Nobody could call him a long hair or, in the expression current then, a "greasy grind."

       Another year passed at the University, a year little different from the others ... the routine, of classes and extra-curricular activities ... teaching at Hellman House ... parties in our home ... a succession of beaus ... blessed hours at the loom in the attic and a growing knowledge of the elements of design.

       On Graduation Day, in cap and gown, I lined up with the other seniors. So many were about to receive diplomas that it was necessary to use a machine. A crank was turned and, zip!, out came a diploma as though from a sausage grinder. The President, Robert Sproul, then handed it to the graduate. When my turn came, I took the diploma and was about to pass on when he asked me to pause while they turned the crank a second time. Out came a certificate of "cum laude."