A.B. was from my hometown and we attended UT Austin for three of the same years.
It was during final exams fort the fall semester, 1958-1959 that I ran into her outside a classroom building She was in tears and terribly distraught. I asked her abpit her problem
"I stayed up all night studying for myvFrench final.," A.B. explqined.
"You'll be okay," I told her. "We've all done that, and we recovered every time."
"But that's not all," she responded, "I slept through the final; and I've just asked my profesor for a private final; he was not sympathetic, and I'm going to fail the course/."
A.B. had a younger brother, P., who graduated from UT Austin with honors in physics. P. eventually became a director of our atomic energy facin Los Almos, NM. To our knowledge, P. never pulled an over-nighter; most certainly, he never slept through a final exam.
During the previous semester, I enrolled in a phclass,"Peirce and Pragmaticism," which met for three straight hours every Tuesday afternoon. OneTuesday I went to the class and discovered that we had been granted a 'leave," by Dr. Ginascol, the professor. So, I decided to walk over to the stadium and watch the Longhorns in their spring football practice. I went and, lo and behold, Dr. Ginascol was standing on the sideline. I joined him
We watched as the line coach ordered a huge tackle on to the field, "You're as mean as hell! Go out there and show 'em!"
The lineman did as he was told then returned all bruised and battered.
Again, the coach ordered the lineman to return to the field and show how mean he was
Returning to where his coach was, more injured that before, the lineman said bluntly, "Coach, I ain't so damn toughI"
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