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“I went to ����ֱ�� State starting in 1973 because my father was an assistant dean in the College of Arts and Sciences. The activities offered for one night during Freshman Week were a reception upstairs in the Student Union featuring the university president, Glenn A. Olds, and a welcome party downstairs at the Rathskeller pub.

I attempted to enter the Rathskeller, but at the time I was 17 years old. The bouncer at the door, who was a Delta Tau Delta fraternity brother of my sophomore older brother, recognized me as he checked my ID and said I could not come in because I was underage. Instead of stamping the back of my hand, he playfully stamped my forehead and, forgetting this, I resigned myself to attending the upstairs reception.

At the reception, I first met my father’s boss, the dean of the College of Arts and Sciences. I next shook hands and briefly talked with President Olds, who told me he knew my father. I then recognized one of my father’s student office assistants. She was there with her parents, and I was introduced and sat down with them. After a short time, she leaned over toward me and whispered, ‘Do you know that it says “F#@* You” on your forehead?’

Immediately after I graduated from KSU, I ended up working directly for President Olds at his next position as president of what was then called Alaska Methodist University in Anchorage for most of 1978 before I went to graduate school in upstate New York. I never brought up this particular incident with him.”­

— Richard Breedon, BS ’77, PhD ’88, Davis, California