from you. I have a high regard for your brain and your method of work and your intuition.
And, as you know, the best reward of all is a word of praise from a contemporary you respect. I don't know whether that essay is good at all. It's my custom never to look back--it might lead to regret or gloating-equally to be avoided. But if you liked it that much it was worth doing--and you put me in good spirits and a working mood. Thank you, Paul, and all good fortune to you! 3
141 Downes Avenue Stamford, Connecticut November 3, 1958
You are celebrating your seventy-fifth anniversary this year--and that reminds me of something. I entered the University of North Dakota in the fall of 1908. It's just fifty years (plus a month or two) since I first walked among the little cluster of buildings on the prairie which was then the UND. This is not important to anybody but myself, but I shall celebrate it because it's now a half a century since I was first exposed to higher education on that bare and wind-swept campus at the end of a trolley line.
The buildings were brick and most of them new. The trees, save for a few along the coulee, were saplings, too slender to cast a shade or