Stanford Law School - Yearbook (Palo Alto, CA)

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ge' ,,,,L:nw' CHARLES P. KUNTZ A.B. Stanford University 1966. STEPHEN F. KUNKEL B.A. Yale University 1966. MICHAEL C. LITT David was born in 1892 in a small Alaskan mining town. When he was very young his parents moved to Oregon where David grew up. He rose to the rank of captain in the American Expeditionary Force During World War I, serving with distinction. He later worked as a waiter, taxicab driver, and, despite little formal education, as a museum tour guide. He spent much of his spare time working on improvements on steam engines, with the goal in mind of making their widespread use for automobiles again practical. While on a trip to Chicago to get backing for his invention he was severly injured by a streetcar, on January 27th, 1926. He died of injuries received in the accident on January 30th, 1926.

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DAVID V. KOLOVAT The facts? January 13, 1945. Rock Island, Illinois. University of Iowa, London School of Economics, Political Science. Single. And of course law school, the acid test. Now to get down to the business of restoring meaningful monologue to the Stanford community. The one thing that may be said regarding those years is that they certainly were. The interrupted journey: somebody spoke and I went into a dream, suddenly confronting the edge at the center, within me and without me. It couldn't be too much, only all that was there. The future? To be, in the vast, essential oneness of the universe. Free. The message? You'll know it when you see it: stay as you are. EDWARD A. KOPLOWITZ Here lies Ed Koplowitz, done, drained and dead, Known to his friends as redoubtable Ed, Born at a young age in wondrous San Fran, He spent his whole boyhood devising a plan, He would go to a high school, one Lick-Wilmerding, Wherein he could gambol and do his own thing, Thence to the East and to Brandeis to stay, To learn and to talk and mayhaps to play, To graduate well, even magna cum laude, Better,oh better, than Boston clam chowder, And on, on to Stanford, the school of the law, A frightful experience, right down to the maw, Of rights, wrongs and maybes, of contracts and torts, Of rights, writs and wrotes and even moot courts, To emerge from the cave with his brainstuff uncurled, But wait! He lives yet! It be just a new world! CHARLES E. KOOB Wheels have been set in motion, and they have their own pace to which we are condemned. Each move is dictated by the previous one-that is the meaning of order. If we start being arbitrary it'l1 just be a shambles: at least, let us hope so. Because if we happened, just happened to discover, or even suspect, that our spontaneity was part of their order, we'd know that we were lost. from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard I dreamed once that my future and my being really did belong to me. Foolish! And yet even since that dream I have at least suspected that I really could fly and somehow the order of jesuit education, the LSAT, and Stanford Law School has been shambled meaningfully.

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PAUL TERRY LUBECK A native Utahn, Terry majored in mechanical engineering at the University of Utah where he was a member of Pi Tau Sigma and Tau Beta Pi honorary engineering fraternities. He graduated cum laude in 1963. Shortly thereafter he moved to the Southwest where he worked two years for Sandia Corporation and earned an M.S. in mechanical engineering from the University of New Mexico in 1965. These serious pursuits were briefly interrupted by marriage to a fellow Utahn, the former Janet Elkins, and a honeymoon trip to San Francisco. A certain fascination with the Bay Area eventually brought Terry to Stanford for his legal training, where he has been an avid participant in intramural sports. In his third year, he served as Vice President of the Stanford Law Association. Between frequent backpacking trips in the High Sierras, Terry spent the summer months working as an engineer and a patent law trainee. After graduation, Terry plans to enjoy another summer of High Sierra backpacking interspersed with Bar Review classes. RAY E. McDEVlTT A.B. Stanford University 1966. RODERICK NEIL MCAULAY Rod was first noticed in Sacramento, California in 1944. After ten years of investigating backyards and railroad tracks he was whisked off to San Francisco to complete his education. Four years at Occidental College in Los Angeles added some political experience to his baggage. For the past three years he has been struggling to preserve his integrity from the groping hands of the well-greased law professors at Stanford. Except for a summer in Fairbanks, Alaska where he tallied wine bottles floating down the Chena River and clerked in a law office, he has spent his spare time investigating all the angles and contours of California. The law professors may gloat mildly in that Rod will probably spend some portion of the remainder of his life wrestling with the legal processes - perhaps, even as a lawyer. l if