1989

CLASS SECRETARY MUGGED BY ALIENS! I"I tell you, it happened!" insists the literary lady. "I was inside the mother ship. It couldn't have been a New York cab, since the driver knew his way around the West Village." Four freaky figures frisked the plucky playwright for mortal moolah, but the spacecase tourists got scammed instead. Exclaimed our erstwhile earthling, "They wanted paper earth money, so I just slipped them my April Class Notes column. They fell for it!" Blunt has reportedly contacted the interplanetary pickpockets for a possible Alumni Fund contribution.

SETH ROSENTHAL LOST AT SEA? Fear not, gentle reader. Seth was merely overheard lamenting his absence from this column, although the image of a Harvard Law student lashed to the mast of a raft of legal briefs washing ashore in Boston Harbor does appeal to my sensationalistic side. Fellow HLS student (but not fraternal twin) Jeff Rosenthal reports that second-year Seth plans to work for the Justice Department this summer. Jeff, presently engulfed in his third-year thesis, argued before Justice David Souter this fall in the Ames Moot Court Competition. Jeff intensified the Dartmouth influence at the event by naming his team in honor of Dr. Seuss, which prompted extensive quotes ("I am the Lorax, and I speak for the defense.") as well as a plug for Daniel Webster, another Dartmouth grad. In October Jeff will begin work at the New York firm of Cleary, Gottlieb, Stein, and Hamilton.

So much for those "Harvard Sucks" boxer shorts. Katie Willard has summer plans involving a HLS classmate and subsequent work (and play) in Boston. Ed Nelson is taking a double dose of crimson as he pursues joint degrees at the Law School and Kennedy School of Government. Chris Bartolomucci will clerk in Austin, and Scott McElhaney in Dallas, but Adam Lehman isn't going anywhere until he finds his hockey equipment in the Zete basement.

KERSHAW MISTAKES ADMINISTRATOR FOR PINATA! In New York for an interview with NBC, Stanford Law student Jamie Kershaw regaled me with tall tales of West Coast life and scholarship, including lax (or was that laxative?) class attendance and papier-mache placement officers filled with processed cheese food. According to Jamie, who was voted "least likely to return to law school," Beth Robischon has mastered the work ethic necessary to flourish amidst Stanford's atmosphere of "We're laid back Californians, but look over there while I pour Diet Coke on your computer disk." Fellow first-year Chris Groll juggles case studies and flight schedules while tending to her New York-based romance. Also in law school is ScottEllison, finishing up his first year at U-Conn Law after working in D.C. since graduation.

FEAR OF CORNFIELDS? After a stint in Indiana, Jessy Berg fled the Midwest. Now, I don't know if Bobby Knight threw a chair at her or if she just caught a glimpse of one of my fellow Hoosiers in a "Hog Power" T-shirt, but Jessy is now nestled in the balmy embrace of San Francisco, employed along with EricSchlesinger at Skadden Arps.

ORBIFOLDS! No, they're not Hasbro's hot new robot toy. Nor are they the latest scourge of the wrinkle-phobic cosmetics slave. Eric Zaslow studies them, and tosses frequent frisbee as well, as he works toward a Ph.D. in physics at a small college in Cambridge. Even if he never effectively deciphers the universe, Zas has expanded my world by pointing out that the spaceship's patter in "Asteroids" is that of the geometrical form torus. This nifty fact can busy the brain for hours especially useful in post office lines or laundromats. Zas also writes, "My dog, recovering from herniated disk surgery, compounded by epilepsy and an earlier stroke, is learning to walk again." There, my friends, is hope for us all.

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