It’s Still ‘Professor’
Everyone remembers certain of his teachers, particularly the ones who inspired or stirred him, even if he has lost touch with them and never sees them now.
Julius Sumner Miller, physics instructor at El Camino College and KNXT commentator, is more fortunate. His old math prof, the revered Robert Ernest Bruce, of Boston University, lives in retirement in Redlands. Miller occasionally visits him.
They recall the great men of the Boston U. faculty and how they literally radiated knowledge and instilled in their students a respect for learning.
On a recent visit, during such a discussion, Bruce, now in his late 80s said, “Julius, I think you are now entitled to call me Robert.”
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“I couldn’t do that,” Miller said, “after all, you’ve been Professor Bruce to me for more than 30 years.” “Robert,” Mrs. Bruce said softly, “he really couldn’t.” ::
A man close to the picture in Hollywood says, “Cigarette advertising is, of course, the worst. Any coughing, [illegible] smoker including myself could tell the FCC that no cigarette is cool or refreshing.” As for a certain commercial showing comparative hair grooming between two women, it’s well known, he says, that the models each get an $80 hairdo before the filming. Then there’s the luscious fake frosting in another commercial. Instead of the advertised dressing, shaving cream is used. The product doesn’t ::
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The editors of this paper thought the lawyer’s sparkling career was wrung dry on an eight-part series by Florabel Muir in 1952, subtitled “Get Me Giesler.” Now the Saturday Evening Post is running “Giesler by Giesler” (second installment this week) and that other afternoon paper announces a 12-chapter series starting soon titled, oddly enough, “Get Me Giesler,” by Florabel Muir. First thing Jerry knows he won’t have any private life at all. ::
PUBLIC AT LARGE — There was a bright green armchair in the middle of the San Bernardino Freeway in West Covina the other day, reports Mikki Coburn, who lives on Siesta St. in La Puente . . . Rich Fowler wonders if it has occurred to anyone else that a steel mill is a strange place for “cooling off” . . . John Lund has a hilarious satire in the Screen Actor, SAG monthly magazine, in which a butler, learning his actress employer may get a big role, says joyfully, “Verily, my cup runneth over.” She says, “Then use your napkin.” ::
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