Somehow, there were student parties, graduate student dances, roughly once a month. I don't know how I got elected to be chairman of the committee, but I did whatever was needed to make it work. And one of the young ladies, I'd like to take was- I had a fascination with foreign languages, a new window on the world- one of the ladies was the daughter of the professor of French there, Lucienne Chinard. And Lucienne was able to tell me a lot about life in Paris. And then, there was another- I became even more attached to Signe- S I G N E Benzon- B E N Z O N, daughter of a Danish merchant. Unfortunately, I did not take advantage of knowing her to learn Danish, that came only later. But I recall, after we'd been at some swimming excursion on Chesapeake Bay, her telling me afterwards that my knees didn't appeal to her.