Stanford Law School - Yearbook (Palo Alto, CA)

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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

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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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RICHARD C. SUTTON, JR. Dick was born in 1945 in Honolulu, Hawaii. He spent a blissful childhood there, cavorting with the natives, until he was civilized at Punahou School. After graduating with honors, he headed East to become uptight at Princeton University. He majored in Politics and graduated with honors in 1967. Four harsh winters convinced him to return to the West, and he came to Stanford to pursue the sun and the study of law. His free time was occupied co-managing Alice's Restaurant for two years, dabbling in legal aid and alumni reunions, and generally indulging in the phenomena of the Bay Area. He intends to practice law in Hawaii after completing military service. Somebody spoke and I went into a dream. fffe LAWRENCE H. TITLE A small town product, I prefer verbs to adjectives in both speech and ideas. I am brisk, lithe and effective, which explains, no doubt, why I am no longer in that small town. Born in Bristow, Oklahoma, I took an economics degree at Yale at the age of twenty. I translated Chinese for the Signal Corps during the quest for peace in Viet-nam. After serving the country I love so dearly, I enrolled at Stanford Law School intending to clerk for Justice Fortas upon my graduation. While in law school I distinguished myself. Expecting to enter private practice in Cleveland, I have not dismissed the possibility of receiving a telephone call from Yale or the State Department. A mover behind the newly formed Urban Institute, a Rand-like think tank for the social sciences, I seek to foster social change with the same drive I bring to experimentation, through lack of preparation, in legal education. I often speak of lawyers as the last of the Ugeneralistsl' - part philosopher, part manager - who shape institutions and programs to answer emerging needs. I am speaking of myself. dafaiwffra A small town product, I prefer verbs to adjectives in both speech and ideas. I am brisk, lithe and effective, which explains, no doubt, why I am no longer in that small town. Born in Bristow, Oklahoma, I took an economics degree at Yale at the age of twenty. I translated Chinese for the Signal Corps during the quest for peace in Viet-nam. After serving the country I love so dearly, I enrolled at Stanford Law School intending to clerk for Justice Fortas upon my graduation. While in law school I distinguished myself. Expecting to enter private practice in Cleveland, I have not dismissed the possibility of receiving a telephone call from Yale or the State Department. A mover behind the newly formed Urban Institute, a Rand-like think tank for the social sciences, I seek to foster social change with the same drive I bring to experimentation, through lack of preparation, in legal education. I often speak of lawyers as the last of the generaIists - part philosopher, part manager - who shape institutions and programs to answer emerging needs. I am speaking of myself. 6afAiL-fare