(1980 memoirs)
In the spring we were taking a walk and talking about some graduation exercises. "What did you think of so-and-so's address?" Lorin wanted to know. "Well," I said, "I thot it was very very good, especially for him. I never thot he was capable of talking so well, let alone writing up a speech like that." Then a teasing smile came over Lorin's face. "He didn't." "What?" "I wrote it for him." It was only then that I recalled the speaker a day or two ago running across the campus toward Merriman Hall shouting for "Kay!" So he must have been fairly well known for this art.
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