Stanford Law School - Yearbook (Palo Alto, CA)

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GEOFFREY RICHARD WAGNER SMITH Conceived in Texas in August 1944, Geoffrey's parents wisely returned to San Francisco that he might be born in the Wagner ancestral home, the family fortune having been made when Wolfgang Wagner cornered the market for imitation alligator gas mask covers in the Great War. At age two, he was taken to the Chicago suburbs, and he established his political position when he beat back the first recorded attempt to impeach the fourth grade president at the Ardmore school. His collaboration with Dr. Werner von Braun on the developing of an inexpensive homemade rocket fuel ended accidentally, forcing his parents to move to a downtown apartment. Despite a fine high school record, Geoffrey was refused admission to medical school, so he took a B.A. at Stanford instead. While working in Mississippi in 1964, he saw lawyers in action and decided upon law school. Thoroughly intimidated by his professors, his only act of rebellion in the first year was authoring the judicial council decision which led to Stanford's first major sit-in. The second year was devoted to a study of the enforcement of the marijuana laws. After graduation Geoffrey will retire to his Virginia farm to practice law and write his memoirs. PHILLIP K. SMITH, JR. Smith was born on draft priority day 153 of 1946 in Wichita, Kansas, which prairie paradise he soon left for the post-bellum prosperity of Southern California. Firmly entrenched in the Los Angeles subculture, he completed his public school career at U.C.L.A. where he was awarded a B.A. magna cum laude in International Relations, was elected to Phi Beta Kappa, and began playing the guitar. Three years at Stanford ensued, highlighted by the wondrous discovery in the summer following his second year that the practice of law is actually fun and rewarding. Spare time in law school was occupied by work in Legal Aid, exploration of the Bay Area, weekend visits to Los Angeles, and continued guitar playing. Association with the Beverly Hills firm of Greenberg 8: Glusker will follow graduation. Smith gratefully acknowledges help and encouragement from parents, fiancee Becky Hamilton, and numerous friends who have made his twenty-four years worth living. ,iw f?7c' DOUGLAS SORENSON For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree, Who despise their jobs, their destinies, Speak jealously of them that are free, Do what they do just to be nothing more than something they invest inf' -Bob Dylan If you want to know the law and nothing else, you must look at it as a bad man, who cares only for the material consequences which such knowledge enables him to predict, not as a good one, 4, who finds his reasons for conduct, Whether inside the law or outside of it, in the vaguer sanctions of conscience. -Holmes,The Path of the Law, 10 HARV. L. REV. 457, 459 08975 ,jf if

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JOHN B. SHEPPARD, JR. Tired of the rigors of houseboat living, John, bestowee of his great grandfather's barn burning kit and a welcoming grimace from Stanford's minority admissions program CSoutherners, after all, given the hookworm cure and enlightened guidance, might become Americansj filled his pockets with soul grits and sidemeat and rafted west, where he became 119. 1 19 managed to maintain tenuous ties with the law school, warm rapport with the loan office, while fixing his attention firmly on the focal phenomenon of his California sojum, the bar. The back of ll9is neck is hopefully a shade paler after four years under the fog, which is to wish for effeteness, I guess. But what the hell. To the friends and friendesses who made it worthwhile, 119 wishes survival. And something more. And Tom, reliable word has it that though the Aunt Polly of the West had a four year shot at him, he ain't civilized yet. Hallelujah! DOUGLAS RICHARD SLAIN B.A., DePauw University, attended Der Goethe Institut in Germany and University College in England, received M.A. from the University of Chicago, will work for Pillsbury, Madison and Sutro in San Francisco. L7f.i,!d,- X77 J FRED CHRIS SMITH The use of d-lysergic acid diethylamide tartrate may produce nausea, abdominal pain, diarrhea, pharyngeal constriction, disturbance of the autonomic nervous system, periods of intense sweating, tingling and prickling of the skin with sensations of intense burning and freezing cold, mydriasis, insomnia, agitation, anguish, depression, dreamy or systematized delirium with hallucinations and self-accusation, as well as boundless energy, timelessness, preceptions of unbelievable beauty, increased creativity, expanded consciousness - the psychedelic experience. This experience should be distinguished from that of the legal education, which is known to produce only nausea, abdominal pain, diarrhea, pharyngeal constriction, disturbance of the autonomic nervous system, periods of intense sweating, tingling and prickling of the skin with sensations of intense burning and freezing cold, mydriasis, insomnia, agitation, anguish, depression, dreamy or systematized delirium with hallucinations and self-accusation.

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0 ALBERT B. SPECTOR Determined to use my law school training to best advantage, I have managed to secure a position with Telescope Onanists, Inc., where I will research the recreational potential of interplanetary space travel for the culturally disadvantaged wiesel. Before I begin this conceptually de- manding and ego-rewarding career, I have been persuaded by my fellow hierophants to disclose the true nature of law school. Many students have mistakingly thought that law school was the most existential of the various practices of logotherapy, or else that it was an exercise in omphaloskepsis. Actually, the law school does not exist. The deans do not exist. The professors do not exist. Everything is done with mirrors emitting rays composed of American verities. The rays mold us so that we are unable to attach ourselves to reality. We become unctous, pendantic, and self-serving. The mirrors are controlled by that most lecherous of spirits, the quintessence of the legal mind-Colonel Sanders. But there is hope. I have been to the Mount and have seen the light. Far away, but closer than our minds, is a young androgynous Boy Scout named Cannabis Sativa. Uttering those magical Words, sameo, sameof' this young Scout will instruct King Kong and Tweety Bird to do a nasty on the White House lawn. The purity, cleanliness, and basic goodness of this act will break the mirrors and thus liberate us from this pernicious existence. W. STEVE STEVENS If you saw a man attacking a bear, would you help the bear? Would you try to contain a tire with gasoline? Or would you seek to quench the fire of ignorance with the water of knowledge and understanding? Give a man a goal worthy of his ambition and it will become the spur that will make him struggle with destiny. Attacking such social bears as bigotry, class distinction, economic and social suppression, is a task worthy of anone's attention. This task is even more difficult for a Black man, surrounded by a raging sea of discrimination, drenched in the mucky water of poverty and infected by the polluted air of an inherently inferior segregated education. If he stops trying, economic and social death is his reward. But his chance of winning defies mathematical calculations. He becomes intimate with frustrations, set- backs, unfulfilled desires, verbal and social abuses, false promises and an apathetic society. He must realize that deprived of useful and meaning- ful weapons, he must develop adequate survival technics. Few men are willing to undertake such an awesome task. Few men are willing to work full time while bathing in the cleansing stream of three colleges and two universities. But, then too, there are few men. KENT A. STORMER When the Yearbook editor asked some of Kent's classmates what should be written about Kent for his biography, a few themes seemed to repeat themselves quite frequently. Kent who? You mean that new kid who was in class the other day? Isn't he the one with all the junk in the back seat of his car? Yeah, and I see that car all the time on the San Mateo bridge! And on the Dumbarton Bridge too . . . Is he the one who makes all those trips to Mills? He's Joe Adam's roommate. ,few f770