Harvey Mudd College - Spectrum Yearbook (Claremont, CA)

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TEXAS PO.E. byte off Lobotortiy Never can tell. How much is reality? Homework is for you. BASIC is your friend. 10 is a prime number. How much is the drug? What hath god wrought? Death to all fanatics! Hi hi hi, Mr. Deltoid. Could be, could not be. We accept you one of us. How much is our trickery? space is vast, excellency. Ed yem ull, cross nul atau I ' m singing in the rain . . Fortran is nearly ambiguous. Because these are ancient times as a result there are not enough wetbacks to do the work for us. So harvest the barley before you plant it — it is easier that way. And in the sky. a 1500 pound ox appeared over my head, as a halo might. Oh well. Crunch. A 16 ton weight fell on his toes As soon as his toes rotted off, 1 doused the ox in gasoline and torched it. — YESKLD FORTRAN, the infantile disorder, by now more than 20 years old, is hopelessly inadequate for whatever computer application you have in mind today: it is now too clumsy, too risky, and too expensive to use. PL 1 — the final disease — belongs more to the problem set than the solution set. The use of COBOL cripples the mind; its teaching should, therefore be regarded as a criminal offense. APL is a mistake, carried through to perfection, it is the language of the future for the problems of the past: it creates a new generation of coding bums. It is practically impossible to teach good programming style to students that have had prior exposure to BASIC: as potential programmers they are mentally mutilated beyond hope of regeneration. — DIJKSTRA Some of my best friends are continuous functions, i just wouldn ' t want my sister to marry one. But what does it eat, where does it live, what does it spew out? No time for the old in-and-out; just here to read the meter. One of these days, i ' m going to cut you into little pieces. Gonna doofcity. gonna have some fun; doof city here i come. What we have here is a failure to communicate. Is there intelligent life in the universe? Violence is the refuge of the incompetent. You are living on the planet of the apes. This phone booth reserved for Clark Kent. I can crash that VAX with . . . You cannot petition the lord with prayer. No smoking, no spitting, the MANAGEMENT. All that is not mandatory is forbidden. All that is not forbidden is mandatory. Stardust on thursday is the only wrong. In space nobody can hear you scream . . . (This page intentionally left blank.) Q: Are we not men? A:We are DEVO. What is this thing called LISP? It ' s not a bug. it ' s a feature. Jeff Deifik 143

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