1972

Valentines have come and gone, but nary an aorta has come my way. This column comes to you from the funny farm that is law school exam time. It is at this hallowed time of year that the perversion of law school becomes crystal clear. Whenever you find yourself verging on a normal existence, you feel guilty about not being in the library. Alas, am I a masochist, a fool, or ... However, as the man said when asked why he was hitting himself over the head with a rock, "It feels so good when I stop".

I have absolutely no news this month, and I've already bored you with enough of my life. No letters received of informative content are fatal to the column at this time of year.

Ghort is disgusted with me as he says I'm no fun - I haven't oiled him (or myself) lately. He was ecstatic, however, when he heard the mailman tell me that a package resembling a manuscript, is beind held for me at the post office - $2.00 postage due. The return address - Mr. Fabian Ropogol, Esq....

Secretary, 3-A Ridgemont St. Allston, Mass. 02134

Treasurer, 9 Pembroke St. somerville, Mass. 02143