Volume 18, Number 12 · June 29, 1972
A Commencement Oration
By Clarence Brown
Today is Commencement Day. Last night, going home through these streets, I felt as if I were walking through an early Andy Hardy movie: neighbors talking over a white fence, the Roths' kid playing the piano, and in the house opposite, someone struggling with an old Harry James number on the trumpet. The Commander of the US Second Fleet has handed out commissions to the ROTC cadets, and, for balance, Richard Falk has spoken to the alumni on 'Government Secrets and the Public's Right to Know.' Fine weather has made unnecessary the long green caterpillar erected annually beneath my tower window by the Eureka Tent and Awning Company. It runs from the library to the chapel. I run from it all. If this be sanity, I find it not to my taste. I shall go mad, as follows.
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