Suffolk University Law School - Lex Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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Mop ecy Boston, Massachusetts May so, 1959. Dear Bill, It was quite a surprise to hear from you after all th.ese years and I will endeavor to supply you with the information that you 'want in regard to what all the boys from the class at Suffolk are doing now-almost ten years after graduation. As you have no doubt read, Dan Carney is mayor of Boston, having taken over when James M. Curley retired. Jim Bakker has recently become Dean of Portia Law School and hired Elihu Pearlman as his secretary. Dan Donovan was elected to the board of Selectmen of Middleton. Al Curran is on the road most of the time as the business manager of the Boston Red Sox, but I see him occasionally at Stiriti's Bar and Grille where I work as a singing waiter. Gus and I often talk over Dawe vs. Morris over a short beer when business is slow. Harold Sullivan is teaching Bills and Notes and doubling in brass over there as the Physical Education Instructor, assisted by Tiger Bracciale. Al D'Apuzzo was recently appointed the director out at Cushing General Hospital, since Governor Coffey decided that he might as well make use of all the time that Al spent there. John T. McKeil, presi- dent of the McKeil Mutual Insurance Co., has just completed a merger with American Mutual and owes the success of the deal to the firm of Canino, Montouri, Crossen and Rossi. You must remember John Ohanesian and his interest in the abilities of the various nags to run the mile and a sixteenth in winning time. Well, he is running an tip service now with offices all over New England, and has taken on Nick Vergados and John Ciol to help him with the handicapping. Steve Jewett is promoting the ski meets all over southern New Hampshire, having received the franchise for helping the democratic nominee, Phil Keefe, win the guberna- torial election. The frm of Zarahojf and Thibeault has been in the news recently due to their efforts in making the Board of Bar Efcaminers tighten up on the requirements for admission. Joe Casey is still making fifteen thousand a year putting together the Restate- ment of Contracts with John Killilea and Leo Lyons giving able assistance. Larry Heming- way is now the chief custodian of the Suffolk Building and Wes Archer gave up his prac- tice to take over the Boston Law Book Company. You remember what an easy going fellow Ed Daly used to be, now he is a judge up at Trafiic Court and he nicked Tom Allen, Frank McKay and Shep Maniyf the other morning for twenty-five dollars each when they tried to remind him that they went to school with him-just for overtime parking. Frank Melville' is starring in a radio mystery thriller called The Bloodshot Eye Caper and is managed by an old friend John Marra. George Strait is now in charge of the Social Law Library at the court house and has occasion to meet many of the fellows from time to time that I don't see very often here. He told me the other day that Al Gibeau, Mark Gallagher and John Edgerly have gone into Real Property Law in a big way and no title passes up around Lowell or Lawrence that they don't handle. Walt Colby has just published his first book called Colby on The Rule Against Perpetuitiesn which I understand Suyfolk has authorized as the proper text for the course. Dean Simpson is rewriting Massachusetts Law with the help of Jim Ingalls, Paul Healey and Bill Kelly. I worked as a Christmas temporary on the Post Ojjice last year and due to the fact that Jim Constantine is the Assistant Postmaster, I had a good position-sorting mail. I guess you have read that Leo Dooley is the featured vocalist at Hurley's Log Cabin, he has gone a long way since he worked here with me. Tom Goodwin finally went back into the Army and is in the Judge Advocate's Ojiice of this area. I haven't been able to contact many more of the fellows that suffered through those long years with us, but I will try to get more information for you later. Meanwhile, I will let all the fellows know that I have heard from you, and give them your best regards. I think that it is fine that you have been placed in charge of the library out there at Leavenworth, but it is no more than I expected of you. Keep up the good work and the good conduct. Best of luck, Steve,

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.fd gmc! gnu giancfer af fire ,200 eaaom By Avmnyrrzous Before I actually begin this expose I should like to impress upon the readers, especially the professors, the fact that the following paragraphs have been developed entirely from the imagination and any resemblance to a living professor fassuming that life does exist in those bodies! has been the result of deliberate premeditation with an abundance of malice aforethought. Naturally, I have my reasons for conveying the idea that this article was written in fun. In the first place, my conscience would be wounded if any professor slgoulld be offended 3 and most important, to me at least, I have a gnawing desire to graduate is une. The professors fall into many distinct classes only a few of which will be mentioned here-namely: The Acrobatsf' Student's Delight, Word Worms, and the Story Tellers ! Needless to say, the title Story Tellers is self explanatory. Of course, it is very inter- esting to learn how Professor Gluck won his first case, but then again we are not examined on the facts of Gluck's first case. I may say in behalf of those professors that they all seem to have some sort of a moral attached to their stories-of course you may have to think about the story several months before arriving at the moral: but nevertheless, sooner or later you can think of something to justify the time wasted in class. Possibly, it is a result of what we might call a Big Night the night before the lecture, and after all, who wants to strain his mentality over legal problems with a size eight head, when he only wears a size seven hat. However, many students also find themselves in a half-baked condition in the morning and even if the professor did talk about law he would just be interrupting the student's rest period. Nevertheless, we do feel that story telling is for the nursery. 'Nuff said, I'm already flunking in half my subjects. The Student's Delight is a very popular fellow. He is the professor that starts a lecture by saying: This law is very easy. I could explain it to you in ten minutes, but then, it would be so easy that you wouldn't retain it. Therefore, I shall make it as difficult as possible and we'll spend at least two lectures on this point! This delights the student no end. He immediately makes a notation to send the professor a box of candy the next day- arsenic included. Of course, by the time we finish covering that particular legal point we really do know it-that I must admit. The mere fact that we took two hours instead of ten minutes is immaterial-or is it? Word Worms are very similar to book worms. These gentlemen have one purpose in life-to impress upon you the fact that they have assimilated the complete works written by Mrs. Webster's little boy Noah. The first lecture by these verbose gentlemen is certainly very impressive. In fact most students are so impressed that they dash right out and purchase a brand new dictionary. I think we owe a vote of thanks to these professors for inspiring us to acquire such a useful book. I understand that many of these books are handy in propping up beds when one of the legs break. The professors of course, feel that they are doing us a service by exposing us to the finer things in the dictionary. This is true, but must it be so much like a burnt steak-overdone that is. The Acrobats are an intensely interesting group, and time passes very quickly in their classes. This group is divided into the chair tilters and the edge walkers. The chair tilters have a knack of tilting their chair over backwards with their knees just hooked under the table. After assuming this position the usual procedure is to lock their hands behind their head, give forth with a few luxurious yawns and proceed to lecture. Some of them have developed this trick so well that they can rock back and forth just as if they were in a rocking chair. Needless to say an extra long tilt backward creates a great deal of speculation among the students, or possibly I should say wishful thinking. The edge walkers have also learned the art of keeping the student's attention. They will look up in the air and walk right along the edge of the stage-and they talk at the same time. This is really interesting. All we need is just one wrong step and we'd certainly have a time for ourselves. Of course, if a moment arises when the professor doesn't have everyone's com- plete attention all he has to do is take a particularly daring step over. the edge of the plat- form and an expectant hush comes over the class. It certainly is a dirty trick-two years and not one miss. It appears that one of my fondest desires will not come true before graduation. '

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Bulel jree flax IApologies to Whittier! Alongside Conda's, without a la wn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Suffolk stand Grey-walled by the State House and Round about it workers sweep While into class, late students creep And to the professor but nod Not disturbing the lecture on fraud. On that pleasant morn of early fall, When Wood marched over the State House wa Over the steps, winding down., Bag and lunch, into Suffolk town. Forty rumors about men with bars, Forty rumors about soldiers and tars Were heard in the morning wind: the sun Of noon looked down, and sa u' but one. Up rose old Jim Bakker, then Bowed with notebook, pencil and pen, Bravest of all in Suffolk town He took up the rumor the men laughed down. He told sad Wood not to fret And said that one heart was loyal yet. But up the stairs came the rebel tread Daniel John Donovan running ahead. Halt -his musty followers stood fast. Fire -out blazed the trifle-blast. It shivered the freshmen, who teeth did gnash It stunned the sophomores, who heard the crash The rumor fell from a broken laugh. Then, Bakker snatched Dan's silken scarf. Shoot if you must this old bald head But spare your classinate's rumor, he said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame Over the face of the leader came. The hundred-proof spirit within him stirred To listen to the well-spoken word. Who touches a hair on yon balding head Dies intestate! March on, he said. All day long through Derne Street Sounded the tread of students' feet. All day long the free rumor tossed And even to the Capitol crossed. Ever its torn facts rose and fell On. the royal Winds that loved it well, And Beacon Hill's discerning light Shone over it, whether wrong or right. Jim Bakker's work is o'er And the rebel rides on his raids no more, Honor to Jim-and let a tear Fall, for his sake, in Carney's beer. -THE OBSERVER.