Articles Written By: emae2021@pomona.edu

From the Perspective of a Trilobite

Interim Dean of the College Bob Gaines holds a fossil of elrathia kingii, more commonly known as a trilobite.

Interim Dean of the College Bob Gaines holds a fossil of elrathia kingii, more commonly known as a trilobite.

Interim Dean of the College and Professor of Geology Bob Gaines threw a geological twist into the College’s opening convocation on the first day of the fall 2019 semester by presenting a very small but very old gift to each member of the entering class. The gift—a 504-million-year-old fossil trilobite from the Wheeler Shale in western Utah, was both a memento of the students’ first day of classes at Pomona and a focal point for his welcoming speech, which focused on time, on both the geological scale and the human scale of the four-year college journey upon which each of the new members of the Class of 2023 has now embarked.

“What you hold,” Gaines explained, “is an animal half a billion years old. In Earth terms, this beast is a mere youngster. It appeared after 89 percent of Earth’s history had already elapsed. The last 500-plus million years—which constitute the entire history of complex life on Earth, represent only the most recent 11 percent of Earth’s history and a far, far lesser proportion of the history of our universe.”

After tracing the very long journey each of those tiny fossils had taken through ancient seabeds, rock formations, geological uplifts and ice ages to the present day, he quipped: “So, this is the perspective from which I speak when I remind you that four years is actually a relatively brief expanse of time.”

Smart Summer Reads From 12 Pomona College Professors

These books written and edited by 11 Pomona College faculty members this year aren’t the lightest summer reads… but they could definitely land on the shortlist of the smartest.

Read the Smart Summer Reads From 12 Pomona College Professors story on the Pomona’s website.

How to Become a Concert Pianist

Genevieve Lee

1

AT AGE 4, although neither of your parents is a musician, decide on your own that you want to play the piano. Study with a neighborhood teacher in Racine, Wisconsin, and discover that you love it so much that your parents never have to make you practice.

2

WHILE ASPIRING to become an architect or a brain surgeon, show so much promise as a young pianist that, when you’re 8 years old, your piano teacher tells your parents that you need to move on to a more advanced instructor.

3

AFTER MOVING to York, Pennsylvania, apply to study piano with a well-known teacher in Baltimore, an hour’s drive away. Get accepted and work with her for five years, as she gently nudges you to abandon brain surgery for a career in music.

4

AT 12, PERFORM as a soloist in your very first concert with an actual orchestra. Play a Mozart concerto with the York Symphony Orchestra and discover the thrill of performing before an audience that isn’t made up of relatives and friends.

5

AS A HIGH school senior at the age of 15, decide to apply only to music schools. Choose Peabody Conservatory in Baltimore, where you feel both intimidated and inspired by the talented people around you. Decide that this is the right path for you.

6

GRADUATE FROM Peabody in three years and attend a summer program for musicians in Fontainebleau, France, where you win a one-year scholarship to the École Supérieure de Musique in Paris. Take first prize in the school’s annual competition.

7

GO ON TO graduate school at Yale University, where you find a mentor, the pianist Boris Berman, who challenges you to think independently and find your own special voice as a musician. Eventually earn your doctor of musical arts degree there.

8

TEACH FOR TWO years as a visiting professor at Bucknell University and fall in love with the liberal arts setting. Apply for a job at Pomona College and get it. Enjoy working with the students so much that you’re still at it 25 years later.

9

IN ADDITION to your solo work, play with various chamber music ensembles, including the Mojave Trio and the Garth Newel Piano Quartet, even though the latter means flying across the country to Virginia for each rehearsal.

10

PERFORM AT venues around the globe, including Carnegie Hall in New York and Disney Hall in L.A. Play both classical works and experimental pieces and earn a Grammy nomination for a CD in which you play a toy grand piano.

Bowling for Atoms

broken pink bowling ballProfessor of Physics and Astronomy David Tanenbaum keeps this broken pink bowling ball in his office as a reminder of a project that he considers to be one of the most important responsibilities of his career—playing the lead role in providing faculty oversight for the design, planning and construction of the new Millikan Laboratory for Physics, Mathematics and Astronomy. The last step in that long and arduous process was the grand opening of the new facility on Founders’ Day 2015. In planning for that special event, the question arose: How should they christen the new building? The answer to that question involved some showmanship, some real physics and, incidentally, the destruction of a bowling ball.

Built in the 1950s, the original Millikan Laboratory had become badly out-of-date, so in 2013 it was torn down to make room for a new, state-of-the-art Millikan, built upon the footprint of the original.

To dedicate this new building for physics, math and astronomy in 2015, the faculty didn’t want anything trite, like cutting a ribbon. They wanted nothing less than to smash an atom.

Not a real atom, of course. An atom made of papier-maché. The Math Department took on the job of creating the atom, using as a model the sculpture above the building’s front door.

Created for the original Millikan by artist Albert Stewart, that bronze sculpture, a striking but not-very-accurate representation of a lithium atom, is the only remaining feature from the original structure.

The next question was how to smash this make-believe atom. After some consideration, the faculty settled on two bowling balls, suspended by ropes from the ceiling, swinging down simultaneously from two sides to smash together in the middle.

Knowing that it would take some experimentation to create a safe and reliable way of smashing the atom, Tanenbaum and his colleagues bought several bowling balls and fitted them with hooks.

They then hung two bowling balls from the ceiling and devised a clever mechanism to pull them apart and release them at the same instant by the pull of a cord, so that they would swing down and collide.

Since there was only one papier-maché atom and it couldn’t be destroyed more than once, they concentrated on making the two bowling balls collide at the midpoint where the atom would be hung on the day of the opening.

In one test, the balls collided so violently that the resin covering of one ball shattered. After that, Tanenbaum used a cardboard box as a stand-in for the atom to cushion the blow.

For the event, then-President David Oxtoby was recruited to do the honors. Standing in a lift and wearing a hard-hat, he pulled the cord, and all of that hard work ended in a crash, with a thoroughly smashed atom.

Letter Box

Depression and Social Media infographicSocial Media: Not the Answer

In your cartoon in the spring/summer 2019 PCM titled “Depression and Social Media,” fictional “Dr. Kay” (sadly not so fictional) provides some sort of “therapy” (using the word loosely) to fictional “Josie,” recommending she use an app to analyze her “depression-related patterns in her Twitter usage.”

Now wait a minute! My view from 35 years of actual clinical practice as a clinical psychologist is quite different. I wouldn’t say it quite so harshly, but my advice to young Josie:

“Josie, research is getting pretty clear, and the title of the cartoon you are in says it all: ‘Depression and Social Media.’ The increase in depression in your age group seems to be related, in part, to the proliferation of social media. I recommend you get off of Twitter! Also, fire Dr. Kay as he is incompetent and doesn’t know the literature about what helps people.

“It is other people.

“Perhaps Dr. Kay fears this assertion is not ‘scientific.’ He is wrong, the scientific data is actually very clear in this regard. Dr. Kay seems most thoughtful as he looks at his computer screen, where he (along with the surveillance capitalists at Twitter) renders your behavioral data. When you are, ironically, lying on the Freudian couch, he’s not looking at you, but at the ‘report’ that the app has rendered, and reminding you that your dog was seriously ill.

“Josie, do you really not remember that your furry friend was seriously ill?

“Maybe you have been conditioned to believe, as some of my clients have, that such an experience shouldn’t upset you, but clearly it does, and that makes a lot of sense. If you really don’t remember he was ill, we need to explore your rather severe dissociative disorder, perhaps caused in part by your overuse of social media.”

I make what is called a “right livelihood” working directly, face to face, with a broad range of people, including those in Josie’s generation. Many, on their own, without my saying anything, have realized they need to decrease their use of social media, and all would seem to prefer and benefit from relating to me, not an app, as we, together, uncover and explore their joys, sorrows, hopes and fears. It is profoundly rewarding work.

—Jon Maaske ’72
Albuquerque, NM

In Defense of the Federalist Society

The article “History & the Court” in the winter 2019 PCM, about Professor Hollis-Brusky’s analysis of a recent Supreme Court decision on guns, references the way federal courts may inadvertently, but sometimes intentionally, intrude on Congress’s plenary power to enact substantive law under Article I of the Constitution.

Professor Hollis-Brusky’s apparent call to view the courts as a vehicle to “throw out all the rules about what we ought to expect, [which] opens up a lot of possibilities for people who want to reimagine the way we are” is essentially a call to judicial activism. Jurists answering that call would be acting in a way irreconcilable with the Constitution’s foundational tenet of separation of powers, which vests in Congress, not the courts, the authority to create the law.

In contrast to Professor Hollis-Brusky’s call to judicial activism, the Federalist Society advocates that “the separation of governmental powers is central to our Constitution, and that it is emphatically the province and duty of the judiciary to say what the law is, not what it should be.” The Federalist Society’s solution for judicial activism is a judicial approach focusing first on the Constitution’s express words, and then, if any ambiguity exists, determining the Framers’ actual intent by focusing on what reasonable persons living at the time of its adoption would have understood the ordinary meaning of the text to be. This approach was followed in the Heller decision referenced by Professor Hollis-Brusky. The Heller decision reflects a proper judicial analysis of the Founders’ original intent and meaning of the Second Amendment at the time of ratification.

Although Professor Hollis-Brusky asserts that such an analysis had been made many times over the 150 years preceding Heller, resulting in an answer contrary to the Heller majority’s approach and conclusion, the judicial record indicates otherwise. As the 8th Circuit held in U.S. v. Seay, “Prior to 2009, the Supreme Court had not examined [the Second Amendment right] in depth. This changed with the Court’s landmark decision in Heller.” Similarly, in People v. Aguilar, the Illinois Supreme Court (none of whose judges were, at the time of the opinion, members of the Federalist Society) unanimously noted that the U.S. Supreme Court in Heller “undertook its first-ever ‘in-depth examination’ of the Second Amendment’s meaning.”A consistent application of original intent thereby decreases the danger posed by the temptation for jurists to impose their own policy preferences into decisions and/or exercise judicial activism to change the law independently of the legislature.

—Grant Frazier ’16
Phoenix, AZ

Real VR Therapy

I am writing with regard to the article in the spring/summer 2019 PCM about the potential research of Cynthia Nyongesa ’19 on virtual reality and individuals with ASD.

While we do not use VR as a therapeutic intervention, per se, we at AHRC Middle/High School in Brooklyn, NY (schools.ahrcnyc.org) have been using this technology with our students since 2017.

We have used VR to help our students simulate community experiences such as traveling via subway, making purchases and having social interactions, as well as using it a tool for “virtual field trips” and curriculum extensions. In our experience, VR is an easy-to-use, cost-effective tool for introducing more “real-life” situations to our students with ASD so that they are better    prepared to handle these encounters in the real world.

We appreciate that these novel and safe interventions are being investigated at Pomona College these days.

—John Goodson ’02
Cambridge, MA

Corrections

I’m at a point in life where one is inclined to be somewhat forgetful. Personally, I am a good example of that some of the time, but thankfully not all of the time. So when I saw my class note in the spring/summer 2019 PCM with the Class of 1950, I had to think twice: Am I Class of ’50 or Class of ’51? The ’50ers are a great group, but I really am a loyal ’51er and always will be. Thus I felt compelled to bring this little editorial glitch to your attention.

—Pat Newton ’51
Pomona, CA

botanicals The spring/summer issue is a splendid piece of work in all ways, but unfortunately, it contains an error on page 52, line 7 of the Class of ’49 notes. I am a member of the Nature PRINTING Society, not the Nature PAINTING Society. If you will access the Nature Printing Society website, you will see that while our society is fairly young, the art of printing from nature is centuries old. I mostly print botanicals [see right] but have also printed fish (does gyotaku ring a bell?), feathers, squid, octopi, fossils, shells, snakeskins and really flat roadkill, and I even got to assist at the printing of an orca that washed up down-coast and was assigned to the museum for a necropsy. NPS also appears on Facebook, but since I’m a technological Luddite, I have no idea how to find it.

—Lila Anne Bartha (AKA “Hebe”)
Santa Barbara, CA

Concerning an error in “Smoke in the Wine” in the winter 2019 PCM, Sonoma and Santa Rosa were not “Spanish settlements” in what is today Sonoma County, Calif., as the article says. They were Mexican.

—Hal Beck ’64
Forestville, CA

Last of the Yellow Journalists

Cartoon sketch of Bill ClintonThere was a time when editorial cartooning was a job a young artist could aspire to. In 1900, there were an estimated 2,000 editorial cartoonists at work in the United States. They still numbered in the hundreds by the late ’70s, when—at the start of my career—I briefly became one of them.

It’s probably just as well that I moved on to other things. Since then, the American editorial cartoonist has become an endangered species, right up there with the pygmy elephant. The total in  the U.S. is reportedly below 25 now, and falling. Just in the last two years, two Pulitzer Prize-winners—Nick Anderson at the Houston Chronicle and Steve Benson at the Arizona Republic—were dumped. In June, following an uproar about a cartoon full of anti-Semitic tropes, the international edition of The New York Times followed the example of its national counterpart and fired its last two cartoonists—neither of whom, by the way, had drawn the offending cartoon.

Here’s how bad it’s gotten: Iran now boasts more editorial cartoonists than the U.S.

I thought for a while that editorial cartooning would be my life’s work. Old-timers like Herblock and Conrad were giving way to subtle, innovative artists like Pat Oliphant and Jeff MacNelly. Strip cartoonists like Doonesbury creator Gary Trudeau were blurring the line between the Sunday comics and the editorial page. These young guns were transforming the medium—putting irony and satire, artistic style and sly visual humor ahead of blunt-force commentary. It was an exciting time to be an editorial cartoonist.

And I loved the actual process of creating a cartoon—the immersion in the news, the joyous flash of inspiration, the inner howls of laughter as I did my preliminary sketches, the knowledge of famous faces that allowed me to draw Ronald Reagan or Bill Clinton without conscious thought and the feeling of working without a net each time I wielded my ink brush to create the final product.

Over the years, I must have done hundreds of drawings of Clinton, then governor of the state where I lived, including one, shown here, that was completed shortly after he was first elected governor at the tender age of 32. It’s without a doubt the most prescient thing I’ve ever produced.

Part of the fun of it was the pure joy of poking fun at powerful people. I used to joke that we editorial cartoonists were the last of the yellow journalists—the only purveyors of the news who still had license to use caricature and exaggeration to distill complicated situations down to a single, simplistic metaphor. Our work was full of open mockery —an artform that intentionally stretched the limits of polite discourse.

And that was probably a big part of its undoing. In a time of heightened sensitivities and social media mobs, caricature has become a dangerous sport. As Australian cartoonist Mark Knight (whose caricatures are uniformly brutal) learned when tennis player Serena Williams’s husband accused him of a racist depiction of her, there’s a fine line between the kind of harsh visual exaggeration that caricatures depend upon and the perpetuation of cruel stereotypes. Add in the decline of newspapers as a profitable industry, and it’s not surprising, I suppose, that cartoonists have become, at best, expendable and, at worst, potential liabilities.

Given all of that, the number of young American artists who now aspire to become the next great editorial cartoonist is probably on a par with the number who plan to repair steam engines. But while the bell is clearly tolling for American editorial cartooning, I have to admit that I was wrong when I said we were the last of the yellow journalists. Yellow journalism, I’m afraid, is viciously alive and well on social media and talk radio—minus, of course, the redeeming humor.

Pomona’s Walk of Fame Script

Page 1

Panel 1:

Caption:  Hollywood, California.

Image: Claymation characters Gumby and Pokey, both old, sitting on a bench in front of a marquee that says “Pomona Walk of Fame.”

Gumby: A star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.  It isn’t fair.  He should have one.  And furthermore, I should have one.

Pokey: (Thinks) Here we go again.

Panel 2:

Image:  An old version of Davey and his dog, from the claymation series “Davey and Goliath,” walking by, seeing Gumby and Pokey on their bench.

Davey: Isn’t that ol’ Gumby over there?  Shouldn’t we go over and say “hi?”

Goliath:  I don’t know, Davey.  Let’s keep walking.  Maybe he didn’t see us.

Panel 3:

Image: Gumby talking.

Gumby:  There should be more Pomona College alumni with stars.  Nothing for my creator, Art Clokey.  And nothing for ME.

Page 2

Panel 1:

Image: Gumby and Pokey walking in front of the Formosa Café.

Gumby:  You know who has stars?  Walt and Mickey.  Chuck and Bugs. Henson and Kermit.  Think it’s not easy being green?  Try it with no star and get back to me!

Pokey: Sounds rough.  But how is it that you claim to be a Pomona graduate?

Panel 2:

Image: Gumby visualizing himself as a baby in a basket being born from the head of Art Clokey.

Gumby:  I was conceived between Clokey’s ears.  I was gestating in his noggin the whole time he studied there.

Gumby:  Like Athena was born in the head of Zeus, so did I step out of the head of Clokey.

Pokey: (Thinks) Sheesh. Sorry I asked.

Page 3

Panel 1:

Image: Open panel showing names, faces and grad years of Sagehens Joel McCrea ’28, Robert Taylor ’33, Robert Shaw ’38 and Richard Chamberlain ’56.

Pokey: Gums, do you know who from Pomona has a star?

Panel 2:

Image: People walking over a prostrate Bob Hope.

Pokey: And who wants a star anyway?  To achieve fame only to get walked on by strangers for eternity?

Page 4

Panel 1:

Image: Gumby and Pokey walking in front of Carter’s Restaurant, Bakery and Delicatessen.

Pokey: And do you know what it takes to get a star?  First you have to get

approved by the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce.

Gumby:  Cake.

Panel 2:

Image: Pokey and Gumby’s feet as they walk on the sidewalk among pigeons.

Pokey: Then you have to come up with about $30 grand for the fee.  Have

you got $30,000?

Panel 3:

Image: Pokey watching Gumby turn out his empty pockets.

Panel 4:

Image: Gumby talking.

Gumby:  I’m a little light at the moment.

Panel 5:

Image: Pokey covering his eyes and stomping one foot.

Pokey: Gummo, we’ve had this conversation a million times over.  There are 3 reasons why you don’t have a star on the Walk of Fame.

Page 5

Panel 1:

Image: Faces of some of the Pomona alums behind the scenes: Roy Disney ’51, Frank Wells ’53, Aditya Sood ’97, Robert Townes ’56, and Lynda Obst ’72.

Pokey: Number one:  In the main, Pomona grads are eggheads, not the performers who get all the stars.  Pomona produces the content creators.  They write.  They produce. They direct.

Panel 2:

Image: Gumby holding up one finger.

Gumby:  Bwah-Hah!  But I’m a performer!

Pokey: I’m not finished.

Panel 3:

Pokey: Number Two.  New Year’s Eve.  1972.  You got slobber drunk at Felix the Cat’s party.

Panel 4:

Image: Flashback of Gumby at a party holding a martini glass and saying: “Johnny Grant?!!  I say Johnny Who?!!” to Felix the Cat while Johnny Grant, standing behind him, looks startled.

Caption at bottom:  Johnny Grant, longtime honorary Mayor of Hollywood and host of Walk of Fame events.

Panel 5:

Image: Gumby leaning against a pole and holding his forehead.

Gumby:  Okay.  My bad.  People sure have long memories.

Page 6

Panel 1:

Image: Feet of Gumby and Minnie Mouse, who has lost her shoes, embracing next to the edge of a hotel bed. Hotel keys lie on the floor.

Pokey: Third and most significantly. One name. Minnie.

Panel 2:

Image: Gumby holding up his hands in silence.

Panel 3:

Image: Gumby holding his fists against his face as if embracing someone.

Gumby:  It was a moment!  We were in the moment!

Panel 4:

Image: Pokey consoling Pokey with a hoof on his shoulder in front of El Coyote.

Pokey: Mick’s words were “I own this town and while I do Gumby doesn’t

get anything on the Walk of Fame but his bare, clay feet!!!”

Panel 5:

Image: Gumby surrounded by floating hearts.

Gumby:  (Thinks) Minnie. What might have been?

Panel 6:

Image: Pokey pointing to two figures who have children’s letter blocks for heads. One is smoking a pipe.

Pokey:  Before anyone gets it in their head to sue for copyright infringement:  This is  parody.  And we are represented by the legal firm of Blockhead and Blockhead, LLP.

THE END

 

Bulletin Board

Miami Summer Welcome Party hosted by the Pomona College Parents Leadership Council

Miami Summer Welcome Party hosted by the Pomona College Parents Leadership Council

A Super Set of Sagehen Summer Welcome Parties

Denver Summer Welcome Party hosted by Doug Gertner and Maggie Miller P’21

Denver Summer Welcome Party hosted by Doug Gertner and Maggie Miller P’21

It was a busy summer season as we welcomed the class of 2023 and their families at Pomona College’s 14 welcome parties across the country and abroad. Each year during the months of July and August, the Office of Parent Engagement and Giving works with the Major Gifts Office and Parents Leadership Council members around the country to coordinate Summer Welcome Parties for incoming first years, transfers, and returning students and parents. In addition to the new students and their families, alumni and current students also attend our parties to help answer questions and offer their personal perspectives on the Pomona College experience.

We kicked off the party season the weekend of July 13 – 14 in San Francisco and Palo Alto, CA and Seattle, WA, then made our way on July 20 to Del Mar, CA, Miami, FL and Minneapolis, MN. Portland, OR was our next stop on July 25, and then we headed to Denver, CO, Chicago, IL and Hong Kong on July 27. On July 28, we made a short trip over to the Los Angeles party in Pacific Palisades, and then to our final party destinations in the East Coast to New York City, Washington D.C. and Boston.

Los Angeles Summer Welcome Party hosted by Beth Abrams and Stuart Senator P’20.

Los Angeles Summer Welcome Party hosted by Beth Abrams and Stuart Senator P’20.

All in all, more than 600 people attended these special event parties. It was a whirlwind of activity, but very enjoyable meeting our new students and chatting with their parents. We would like to extend a huge thank you to everyone who traveled near and far to attend our parties and to our wonderful hosts who helped us welcome the newest Sagehens into our college family!


Alumni Association Board: New Year, New Leaders

Jon Siegel ’84, Alumni Association President

Jon Siegel ’84, Alumni Association President

The Alumni Association Board begins its year in October with a meeting that will include a visit from President Starr, an update on the College’s strategic planning process and identifying possible cities for Regional Chapter expansion over the coming year.

Don Swan ’15, Alumni Association President-Elect

Don Swan ’15, Alumni Association President-Elect

The board will be led in 2019-20 by Alumni Association President Jon Siegel ’84 and Don Swan ’15 will serve as president-elect. The group welcomes the following new members: Chris Byington ’12, Paula Gonzalez ’95, Jade Sasser ’97, Robin Melnick (Faculty Representative), Miguel Delgado-Garcia ’20 (ASPC President) and Alanzo Moreno (Alumni & Parent Engagement Representative).

A complete list of members and a nomination form.


Rivalry Weekend

Rivalry Weekend

Join the Sagehen football team for Rivalry Weekend 2019! Starting Friday, November 15 and ending Sunday, November 17, the weekend will be highlighted by the big game on Saturday as the ‘Hens go for a three-peat against the Claremont-Mudd-Scripps Stags. The game will be at John Zinda Field starting at 1 p.m. Sagehens from far and wide will gather at Merritt Field in advance of the game for light bites and free swag. We’ll then march across 6th Street as #OneTeam to beat the Stags. Go ‘Hens!

Keep your eye on social media for registration information. Questions? Please contact Michelle Johnston in the Pomona-Pitzer Athletics Department at (909) 621-8016.


The Book Club’s Fall Selection

Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste NgThe fall selection of the Pomona College Book Club has been getting rave reviews, like this one:

“Witnessing these two families as they commingle and clash is an utterly engrossing, often heartbreaking, deeply empathetic experience… The magic of this novel lies in its power to implicate all of its characters—and likely many of its readers—in that innocent delusion [of a post-racial America]. Who set the littles fires everywhere? We keep reading to find out, even as we suspect that it could be us with ash on our hands.” – New York Times Book Review

This fall, join us as we read Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng, named a Best Book of the Year by NPR, Amazon, The Washington Post and many more. In-person events will be taking place October through December throughout the country. Visit the Pomona College Book Club web page to learn more about events near you or to sign-up to host a book club. If you can’t wait for an in-person discussion, join the Pomona College Book Club on Goodreads to chat with alumni, professors, students and staff around a common love of reading.


Regional Volunteers Unite!

Orange County Regional Chapter Happy-Hour.

Orange County Regional Chapter Happy-Hour.

After leaving campus, alumni establish themselves in communities across the globe. Wherever you choose to take up roots, you can find and create opportunities to connect with nearby Sagehens by joining or starting a Regional Chapter. Regional Chapters support events such as Winter Break Parties, 4/7 and Book Clubs and also create unique activities for their local community.

If you are interested in starting your own chapter, or connecting with other volunteers in your area, contact Alanzo Moreno, Assistant Director of Community Development and Annual Giving, for more information.

An Unforgettable Halloween

In this photo of the 1958 freshman football team, the author is number 30 in the center of the back row.

In this photo of the 1958 freshman football team, the author is number 30 in the center of the back row.

Some dates and events are indelibly imprinted in our memories. The obvious ones are typically the saddest—such as Pearl Harbor Day, the day President Kennedy was assassinated and the day the World Trade Towers were leveled. We remember where we were, who we were with and what we were doing when we received the news.

Halloween 1958 was not nearly as momentous and was far less significant to our national history. But it is still a date I’ll never forget.

Sixty-plus years ago, I was a freshman at Pomona College and (barely) on the freshman football team. In those days, freshmen had their own schedule and could not play on the varsity team. Not that I could ever have made the varsity football team and surely not as a freshman.

I chose Pomona in part because I thought of myself as a football star even though I never played in high school and could never have made the state championship team at my 3,500-student high school. Division III was for me.

What funny games the mind can play.

When I arrived at Pomona, I went out for football. The coaches needed cannon fodder for practice, so I was allowed to practice and then to suit up for real games. We played a schedule of seven games. I think I played in three of them.

I recall having a really good game against Caltech—participating in maybe 10 plays in which I made a number of unassisted tackles and a few quarterback sacks.

In those days college football players played both offense and defense. Fuzz Merritt was coaching at Pomona and insisted on using the single wing, which was in style when he had played for Pomona in the 1920s. It was decidedly not in style in 1958. Only Princeton, UCLA and Tennessee and perhaps a few other schools were still using the throwback single wing.

There are four backs in a single wing offense: a tailback who runs and throws the ball after receiving a direct snap from center, a quarterback who calls signals and sometime takes a direct snap from center, a fullback who blocks up the middle and a wingback who takes reverses and catches passes, among other things. The linemen often pull to block for the backs on power plays over tackle and around the end.

I played right guard on offense and nose guard on defense. I weighed 175 pounds. We all were small.

One of the teams on our schedule was San Diego State, which then was at the nadir of its football prowess. (Pomona would no more think of scheduling San Diego State for a football game today than scheduling UCLA.) We played San Diego State on Oct. 31, 1958, in the old, old Aztec Stadium on the San Diego campus.

We boarded a bus in Claremont in the early morning—all 25 of us—and headed south on Highway 101 to San Diego. We had a picnic lunch at a rest stop along the highway and arrived at Aztec Stadium around noon. There was no locker room for us. We changed clothes in a big room with bales of hay spread on the floor.

When we took the field, we could see the Aztecs were a lot bigger than we were. The person across the line from me was a giant. I estimate that he weighed 220 pounds, which would make him a running back today. But because we ran the single wing, which no one knew how to defend, and because our linemen typically blocked at an angle while running, we did all right.

We pushed San Diego State up and down the field but could not penetrate their 20-yard line. They couldn’t penetrate our 20-yard line either, until late in the game when our center hiked the ball over our tailback’s head and some 220-pound Aztec (probably my man) tackled our tailback in the end zone for a safety. That was the only score of the game: San Diego State Freshmen 2, Pomona College Freshmen 0.

We were solemn as we boarded the bus for the trip back to Pomona College. Our line coach, Ben Hines (for whom the baseball field at La Verne University is named), kept shaking his head and saying: “2–0. I can’t believe it. That is a baseball score, not a football score.” He must have repeated those words a dozen times.

By the time we approached Claremont, it was dark and the trick-or-treaters were out. To lift our spirits, one of our tailbacks, Hal Coons, began gustily singing a popular song of the day, the Big Bopper’s “Chantilly Lace.” Over and over again. We all joined in. The mood lightened considerably, and we all felt better.

I still hear that song in my mind every Halloween.

Most of us on that freshman football team have lived long and productive lives. We include four physicians, three Ph.D.s in physics (one of whom became a Buddhist monk and administrator of the Zen Center of Los Angeles), a Ph.D. in economics, two dentists, three lawyers, a career Army officer, the founder of the well-regarded American Museum of Ceramic Art, the president and CEO of a Fortune 500 company, a minister and several high school teachers and businessmen.

So why is Halloween 1958 burnished into my hippocampus?  Who really knows?  Perhaps it is because for the first time in my adult life, I was able to be a part of a team, however minor that part was.

Paul Eckstein ’62 is a trustee emeritus of Pomona College.

Hablas Baseball?

Emily Glass ’15 with Miami Marlins pitcher Jose Quijada

Emily Glass ’15 with Miami Marlins pitcher Jose Quijada

Walk through the Miami Marlins clubhouse and there’s a chance you’ll hear a Spanish phrase common in the Dominican Republic: “¿Qué lo que?”

Thanks to an innovative education program led by Emily Glass ’15, that might be an English-speaking player engaging in Spanish banter that roughly translates as “What’s up?” And you’re just as likely to hear a Latin player greeting his U.S.-born teammates in English.

With Glass’s help, the Marlins are trying to become the first bilingual organization in Major League Baseball (MLB). “We’re teaching English to our international players and Spanish to our domestic players, but then also life skills, from financial planning to cooking classes,” says Glass, whose work as the Marlins’ first education coordinator has been featured in The New York Times and The Washington Post. “The philosophy behind that is that we live in a globalized world, and Miami is at the center of that,” Glass says.

More than a quarter of the players on major league rosters at the beginning of this season were born outside the U.S., with a record 102 from the Dominican Republic, 68 from Venezuela and 19 from Cuba. In Miami and some other cities, the fans are increasingly Spanish-speaking too.

“Our new stadium is in Little Havana, so it’s in a neighborhood where everybody speaks Spanish,” Glass says. “So we want to give our players and all of our front-office employees the ability to interact with our fans that come to the ballpark and with the community, in both Spanish and English.”

Working for an MLB team seems glamorous when you see Glass bumping fists with a major leaguer on the field before a game. But the former Pomona-Pitzer softball player also spends at least a month each winter in the Dominican and much of the season on the road visiting Marlins minor- league players on teams like the Batavia Muckdogs, the New Orleans Baby Cakes and the Jacksonville Jumbo Shrimp.

Though her path to the big leagues has been winding, she has been preparing for this work even before she stepped on the Pomona College campus. She played baseball with her brother on youth teams until she was a teenager and then switched to softball for high school and college. She started every game for the Sagehens her first season, batting .386. But Glass would play only one more season of softball because competing campus interests and a love for hardball led her to recreational baseball with the guys in what she euphemistically calls a “carbonated-beverage league.”

Her first-year Critical Inquiry class at Pomona, or ID1 as it’s known, was Baseball in America with Lorn Foster, now an emeritus professor, who became such a close mentor that the two still have a standing phone call each Sunday at 3 p.m.

“She was a very gifted writer—that’s first and foremost,” Foster says. “But her interest in baseball was abiding.”

Glass later served as a teaching assistant for the class, and honed her high school and college Spanish while studying abroad in Salamanca, Spain. When it came time to write her senior thesis for a degree in public policy analysis, she again chose baseball as her topic, delving into a renowned program for disadvantaged youth called Reviving Baseball in the Inner City (RBI), founded by former major-league player John Young in Los Angeles in 1989.

She also won a coveted Watson Fellowship, which provides a stipend of more than $30,000 for a new graduate to engage in a year of independent research abroad. Glass studied international baseball while traveling to seven countries, including the Dominican, Japan and Australia. In Japan, she coached Little League on a field onto which she believes only one other woman had ever stepped. There she faced language and cultural barriers and “just baffled confusion from some people of ‘Why are you here?’”

On her return, she reached the final round of interviews for a position as an assistant of baseball operations with the New York Yankees but didn’t get the job. She then worked as the chief sales officer for a company called Acme Smoked Fish in Brooklyn for a year and a half before realizing, “I want to work in baseball. I don’t want to work in smoked fish.”

Mayu Fielding, the education coordinator for the Pittsburgh Pirates, became a mentor and referred her to multiple teams. Glass made it to the final round for a job with the New York Mets and interviewed with the Toronto Blue Jays and the Cincinnati Reds.

“My dad had always said to me that it takes six months to get the job that you want,” she says. “But if you try for six months and you put in the time and you trust the process, it will work out.”

Finally, the Marlins called, and Gary Denbo, the organization’s vice president of player development and scouting, gave her the only chance she needed.

The shared language of baseball often starts with pitches. Recta for straight fastball, curva for curveball, cambio for changeup. For catchers and pitchers in particular, it’s important nothing gets lost in translation.

“Baseball is a game of inches,” Glass says, “whether something is a ball or a strike or fair or foul, and our players see that by being able to communicate and be on the same page as some of their teammates, everything works better.”

Her mission might be most crucial with the Latin teenagers at the Dominican academy or just starting minor-league careers, many of them trying to break free of poverty and provide for their families. Landing in the hinterlands of the American minor leagues with no English is difficult.

“A lot of our players we sign at 18 or 20 years old; they’ve never cooked meals for themselves,” says Glass, who hires teachers to work with various Marlins teams in classes limited to 12 students—a hat tip to her small-class experiences at Pomona. She also shapes the curriculum, part of which is delivered by mobile phone or online.

“All of it truly is encompassed in service in the highest sense of the word—the skills they are going to need when they’re in a rookie league making very little money and trying to support themselves,” she says. “So we really tailor things toward interview skills and toward the off-field and money management skills—how to send money to your family abroad and how to communicate professionally at the field and away from the field.”

Jarlin Garcia, a 26-year-old Dominican pitcher now in the majors, remembers how challenging it was when the amount of English he spoke was nada.

“It’s a little bit hard, because you want to talk with the people, with the fans, and like when you’re out to eat,” he says in English, sitting in the visitors’ dugout at Dodger Stadium. “That’s why we need to learn.”

Beside him was Luis Dorante, a player relations and Spanish media relations liaison who works closely with Glass and travels with the major-league team to translate when necessary.

Like Glass, he is cognizant of the importance of life skills. “Some of these guys come from very humble places,” he says. “They have no idea what is a debit card, what is a credit card. Credit is difficult to explain. I say, ‘Son, be careful, you have to pay that later on.’”

Of course, only one in 200 minor leaguers ever reaches the big leagues. And even for those who do, the money may not last forever. “What we tell them is that many of these players won’t make it. Unfortunately, it’s a statistical fact,” Dorante says. “They need to enjoy this period in their life where they’re learning many skills and also gaining friends that might last for life.”

Jose Quijada, a 23-year-old pitcher from Venezuela, echoes Garcia, once again in English. “I think it’s important for me because, like, you play here in America, you need to talk with your friends from America who speak English. When you go to the bank, you need to talk English.”

It’s Glass’s job to make that happen—even if players’ Spanglish is sometimes charmingly imperfect. “Emily’s my friend,” Quijada says. “She’s a good guy.”