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1997-1980 Part 4: Academics at Wayne State

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I arrived at Wayne State with a masters degree in speech communication from Michigan. If I wanted to get paid to coach debate, I had to be a graduate student. Since I already had a masters, that meant that I needed to commit to work towards a PhD.

PhD candidates were required to take a given number of additional graduate-level classes. A few had to be outside of the department. Repeating classes in the same basic subject taken at other institutions was perfectly acceptable.

A dissertation was also required. The basic requirement was that it include original research in an important topic under the aegis of speech communication. My unhappy experience in that endeavor is described here.

PhD candidates at Wayne State were required to make three oral presentations. The audience for all three was the student’s committee of “advisers”, which consisted of three professors from the speech department and one from another department. The advisers could ask questions, make statements, and suggest improvements. At the end each presentation met and told the candidate whether he passed or failed.

The required presentations were these:

  • The oral examination. The outside adviser was not included in this exercise. Each adviser could ask any number of questions about any subject.
  • The defense of the prospectus for the dissertation. The prospectus is a printed document that outlines the purpose of the study, the plans for research, and the method of evaluation.
  • Defense of the dissertation.

In general, Michigan is a much more demanding school than Wayne State. These figures are from 2019:

AcceptanceGraduation
Michigan23%91%
Wayne State73%38%

This does not mean that every department at U-M was better. I was not favorably impressed by the faculty in my area of the speech department at Michigan. My favorite teacher at U-M (Dr. Cartwright) was in the psychology department. The one impressive person at U-M’s speech department (Bob Norton) did not take teaching speech seriously. I would say that the speech professors at Wayne State were slightly better.

The graduate students in speech communications at both schools impressed me equally little. Practically none of them would have been able to handle a rigorous curriculum, as in a math, science, or language department. I studied the bare minimum amount to get by, and I had no difficulties with any of the classes.

I think that I took at least one class from every professor who resided on the fifth floor except George Ziegelmueller1, who had been in the department for ages. I don’t remember George teaching any graduate-level classes while I was at Wayne State. If he did, it was probably in directing forensics.

Here are my impressions of the other teachers. They are listed in alphabetical order, with the ones whose names escape me at the bottom.

I think that Steve Alderton2, whose first year was 1977-78, taught a class in group communication. I don’t remember much about it. Steve got his PhD at Indiana, which had a very good reputation in speech circles.

Both George and Steve were on my dissertation committee. That experience is described here.

A museum in Esperance, Australia has some of Skylab’s actual debris on display.

I remember taking a class from Jim Measell3, but I don’t remember what the subject was. Sheri Brimm was in the class with me. That experience is described here.

In July of 1979 the Skylab satellite fell into earth’s atmosphere and broke into a lot of debris. Jim removed a ceiling tile from over his desk and scattered some fairly realistic-looking electronic parts around his office in hopes of persuading people that pieces of the satellite had crashed through the roof of Manoogian.

Barb O’Keefe3, earned her PhD at the University of Illinois, a gathering point of disciples of George Kelly’s Personal Construct Theory. I think that her husband was also a devotee. She taught a class in communication theory, in which she described the “evolution” of communication theory. The second-to-last step was systems theory, which she dismissed because a system is never truly closed. Of course, that is true. The researcher tries to exclude externalities when possible and account for them when it isn’t. However, the externalities exist regardless of which construct is used to analyze the transactions.

The culmination, according to Barb, was PCT, which postulates that people have dichotomous (i.e., two dimensional) constructs that they use to evaluate everything. Examples are light-heavy and tall-short. I asked her about colors, and she replied with something like, “Oh, there’s an answer to that.” She never looked it up or told me where I could find it. She was quite intelligent and an effective teacher, but she was also a “True Believer”, and that scared me.

She also really upset me when she let slip that she thought that debate training “turned students into monsters.” I kept my distance from her.

This picture is from before the days when I knew Ray Ross.

I remember taking one seminar from Ray Ross5, the author of the Speech 100 textbook. It might have been about persuasion. All I remember is that it was the least demanding of all of the courses that I took, and everything that he taught was at least twenty years old.

Lie Ray, Gary Shulman received his PhD from Purdue. I took two of his classes. The first was statistics, which covered much of the same material as the class that Bob Norton taught at Michigan. The number of students enrolled was more than for Bob’s class. I remember that everyone was assigned a topic to explain to the class. Most of these topics were very straightforward, but the one that I was assigned was a complicated statistical tool that I had never heard of. I spent a lot of time working on my lecture, but it was just impossible (IMAO) to present it in a fashion that was comprehensible for speech students within the time limit, which I think was fifteen minutes. I got a bad grade on this exercise. This was the only time in my life that I complained about a grade. It didn’t matter; I aced the tests.

Gary’s other class, which, as I recall, was taught at night, was industrial communications. Vince Follert and Pam Benoit were also in this class. We had several exercises to perform as teams of three or four. The catchphrase was “Learn by doing”. The first project challenged each team to construct a castle using some tools that each group was provided—a stapler, some tape, string, some crayons, and construction paper. The castles were then judged on sturdiness, height, and esthetics.

Pam, whom I knew to be a good artist, was in our group. I gave all of the construction paper and crayons to her and told her to decorate them so that we did not finish last in esthetics. The rest of us then affixed one end of the string to one of the ceiling panels next to a wall. We then stapled the decorated paper to the string and taped the whole contraption to the wall. It looked nothing like a castle, but it was by far the tallest, easily the sturdiest, and as esthetically pleasing as any. De gustibus non est disputandum. We won the competition, but Vince claimed that we cheated.

In the second, much longer exercise, we had different roles in a factory that made some doodads from tinker toys. I was the foreman in the first segment. Gary never prohibited us from rearranging the furniture, and so I ordered that the desks of the people who were charged with locating the pieces moved so that they were next to those of the people who assembled them. This made everything very efficient and made the rest of the exercise, which culminated (on Gary’s order) in a strike of employees who were as jolly as Santa’s elves, totally inappropriate.

I had heard through the grapevine that getting a consulting gig with one of the auto companies was the Holy Grail for the faculty members in the speech and psychology department. I never found how many, if any, completed the sacred quest.

I am not sure that I ever saw this face in my three years at WSU.

I am pretty sure that I never met Geneva Smitherman7. I may not have even seen her. I have no recollection of where her office was. She definitely taught classes while I was at Wayne State. However, I never took any, and nobody that I knew well did either.

A surprisingly large number of graduate students in Wayne State’s speech department held outside jobs. A fairly large portion of this group took all of Prof. Smitherman’s classes and very few others. One of these students took the class that Ray Ross taught that I was in. She confided that she had many friends who would not take classes from any of the other professors. It was actually feasible to get a masters degree at Wayne State using this approach. If the student was willing to write a thesis (supervised by Prof. Smitherman), it could be accomplished in only a few years.

The effect that Prof. Smitherman and her ideas had on the department as a whole is discussed here. Jimmie Trent was the chairman of Wayne State’s speech department up until 1972 or 1973. I don’t know when Prof. Smitherman was hired, but it is fun to speculate that Jimmie hired her as a parting gift to the department. She is eight years older than I am. The timing could be right.

There was also a professor in the department who taught classes in rhetoric and oratorical analysis. I am not certain whether I took any of them or not. I definitely remember that he brought his adolescent son to our house on Chelsea one evening to witness one of our D&D adventures. We would have let them join the party of adventurers—I had a computer program that could generate a character in seconds and generate a nice printout with all of the characteristics. They declined the invitation.

I took one graduate-level class in psychology. I don’t remember the professor’s name, but he was both entertaining and handsome. I was more interested in the first characteristic than the second, but I did notice that about 80 percent of the students were female. I wanted to ask this professor to be the “outside” member of my PhD committee, but he was on sabbatical.

I found the psych students in this class to be no more capable than the graduate students in the speech department. I received an A with very little effort.

This guy probably aced his orals.

In one class session the psych professor discussed oral exams. He said that it was very difficult for the faculty members to assess the performance of the candidates. In general, they were mostly surprisingly awful. He said that some professors used a 10 percent standard. That is, if 10 percent of the answers seemed acceptable, that was good enough.

He also mentioned an exception. He told us about one fellow who was not considered a very good student. However, his performance in the oral exam was the best that any of the professors had ever witnessed. It turned out that he worked as a disk jockey (whoops; the meaning of that term has changed in the intervening years) “presenter” at the college’s radio stationed, and he was used to ad-libbing and responding to unexpected questions.

Well, if a little radio time had that effect, I figured that all my years of debate experience would certainly serve me even better. I did not waste even one hour cramming for my orals, and I passed with flying colors.

I took one other class; I cannot even remember the exact nature of the subject matter. It might have concerned statistics for the social sciences or the the use of computers in social science research. The instructor was weak. I remember that on one of his multiple-choice tests he asked for the definition of an algorithm. When he graded the test he marked the right answer (a set of rules to be followed in calculations or problem-solving) wrong and refused to admit that it was a mistake. I might have dropped the class or just stopped attending.

One desk that should have been empty had my marvy body in it. So what?

You may be wondering how a student could have “just stopped attending”. Well, the university had a requirement that the prospectus be presented and defended before completing the coursework. I don’t remember the details. I was not ready to write my prospectus on time, and, besides, I was busy coaching debate. So, for a semester or two I attended classes for which I had not registered. This was not the smartest scheme that I had ever devised, but, since I did not pay tuition either way, I could not see that it would harm anyone.

I do not understand why none of my instructors challenged my presence. I am quite certain that the university provided every instructor with a roster of all enrolled students.

Occasionally someone who was not on the roster attended one of the classes that I taught. I took attendance every day and, in a friendly way, challenged all the interlopers. Occasionally they were just guests of one of the enrolled students8. None of the people whom I challenged ever came to a second class.

My failure to enroll went undetected for quite a while. When someone in the administration finally noticed I was ordered to report to the dean’s office. He grilled me about why I did this. I told him frankly that I had no excuse, but I wanted to do whatever was necessary to get back in good standing. He grilled me about this over the course of a handful of interrogations. He apparently thought that my actions were part of a nefarious scheme.

I discovered during these exchanges that the school was reimbursed by the state based on enrollment numbers. So, what I did cost Wayne State some money. Of course, it also saved the state of Michigan the same amount of money.

I also had to go to track down the instructors and ask them to submit grades for me. Fortunately they were all still on campus. None of them gave me the slightest bit of grief.

Of course, if I had stopped attending a class because I could no longer tolerate it, I just never asked for a grade. I had plenty of credits without those classes.

I spent a lot more time researching than I did studying for these classes, which for the most part, I considered useless. None of my research concerned anything that I had studied in classes at Wayne State. It was concentrated in two areas: 1) the social science research that used the ten standard questions in the “shift to risk” research, and 2) the medical research concerning hemispheric specialization. The former was compiled in anticipation of doing a dissertation on some aspect of the area. The latter was because I was intellectually curious about the subject. In the late seventies almost no one outside of the medical community was aware of all the recent breakthroughs in understanding the function of the brain.

There was no Internet; there were only libraries. I had boxes full of 3″x5″ file cards on both subjects. I used the “shift to risk” file to prepare my prospectus. I used the hemispheric specialization data for a paper that I submitted in 1980 to the Journal of the American Forensic Association9. I wrote it in response to a two-part article in the journal by Charles Arthur Willard10 (whom I knew as the debate coach at Dartmouth College) entitled “The Epistemic Functions of Argument: Reasoning and Decision-Making From A Constructivist/Interactionist Point of View”.

I knew that Dr. Willard, like Barb O’Keefe, received his masters and PhD degrees from Illinois in the speech department that promulgated Personal Construct Theory. My paper presented a short review of the current state of the neurological evidence about the way that the human brain makes decisions. It argued that some of the fundamental elements of PCT were inherently inconsistent with the fundamental postulates of PCT.

Before sending my paper to the same journal I let George read it. He agreed with me that people in communications theory were not conversant with research by neuroscientists. He asked me if I was sure about “all of this”. I assured him that when something was questionable I had been careful to include disclaimers.

My paper was quickly accepted for publication, but the principal reviewer wanted me to make a few minor changes. By then, however, I had decided to change careers. I let it drop.

1. George died in 2019. A press release from Wayne State can be read here.

2. While writing this I discovered that only a few years after I departed in 1980 Steve Alderton changed careers entirely. He got a law degree and then became (for almost three decades) an official of the federal government, a world traveler, and an artist! His obituary is here.

3. Jim Measell left academia in 1997 to specialize in public relations. His experiences are described here.

4. Barb O’Keefe Northwestern https://dailynorthwestern.com/2019/08/14/campus/school-of-communication-dean-barbara-okeefe-to-step-down-in-2020/

5. Ray Ross died at the age of ninety in 2015. He was at the Battle of the Bulge! His obituary is here.

6. Gary is a professor of strategic communication at Miami University in Oxford, OH. Information about him can be found here. I wonder if Jimmie Trent hired him.

7. It appears that Geneva Smitherman is now at Michigan State. Here is her Wikipedia page.

8. The most memorable of these occasions was when one of the students brought her identical twin sister. This was the same student who started one of her speeches with, “I want to take this occasion to introduce all of you to my best friend, Jesus.”

9. The journal’s title was later expanded to Argument and Advocacy: the Journal of the American Forensic Association.

10. Charlie Willard has a Wikipedia page.

1977-1980 Part 2: Teaching at Wayne State

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I had no doubt that the speech department at Wayne State would be much different from the corresponding department at U-M, but I underestimated the degree of difference. Undergraduate students in many disciplines at Wayne State were required to take Speech 100, the introductory public speaking class. So, there was a large number of sections every semester, even in the summer. There were also fewer graduate students than at U-M. Consequently almost every graduate student in speech taught Speech 100. Many taught two or even three sections.

Smitherman

The makeup of the student body was also quite different. Almost no one at U-M commuted; almost everyone at Wayne did. Admission requirements at U-M were pretty high; at Wayne there were special programs for students who could not meet much lower standards. Nobody attended Wayne State in order to prepare for a career in the NBA or NFL but Wayne did have a good fencing team.

Before the first class in September 1977 the department chairman, Edward Pappas1, held a mandatory briefing for all the first-time speech teachers. The emphasis of his presentation was to warn everyone that it was department’s strict policy NOT to correct grammar or spelling discrepancies‐I am quite certain that he avoided the words “mistake” and “error”. I soon learned that this policy was heavily influenced by one professor, Geneva Smitherman, who had a national reputation as a proponent of Black English as a legitimate dialect of American English.

This made it a little difficult to teach public speaking. One of the few tenets with which everyone concurs is that an effective speaker always adapts to the audience. If most of the target audience does not understand the dialect in which the speech is given, it is difficult to be effective. In Italy, for example, a speech given in Milan in the Neapolitan dialect would be understood by far fewer people than one given in English or German. The dialect is so different from standard Italian that Italians who move to Naples struggle to learn it. Almost no Italian knows two dialects. Public speeches are always in Italian.

In the very first class I always told students how I would calculate the final grades. Everyone was required to give four speeches, which counted for 15 percent each. The midterm exam, which consisted of short-answer questions (not multiple-choice), counted 10 percent. The final exam, also short answers, counted 25 percent. Each class started with a five-question quiz, the last of which was always an obscure trivia question. The quizzes and class participation together counted for 5 percent. I also offered extra credit to students who submitted an essay related to one of the topics covered in class. Only one student ever took advantage of this.

Some students did not notice important aspects of this, and so I emphasized them. Skipping any speech costs a grade and a half, more even than skipping the midterm. Also, the quizzes did not really count at all.

The prospect of tests that were not multiple-choice terrified some students. However, I always handed out a list of concepts and assured them that if they could give an example of each one, they would do well on the tests. I had one student who stumped me. She asked me after the class what I meant by “give an example.” I realized after a few minutes of probing that she really did not understand the concept of example. I did not know what to say. The word “example” to me is granular—I don’t know any way to explain it without using examples.

Ray Ross died in 2015.
Ray Ross died in 2015.

During my time at Wayne State the required textbook for the Speech 100 class was written by one of the professors, Ray Ross. After three years I had it pretty well memorized. I only mention this because one of my most memorable moments came at the very end of my college teaching career. In this case, the class was Speech 200 (Persuasion), which I preferred over the introductory class. We did not use the Speech 100 book.

In the very last class that I taught, a student named Irma was quite a bit older than most of the others. She had informed me that this was the only class that she was taking that semester. She had expected to get her degree (in education) in the spring, but the university had disallowed credits that she thought she earned when she took Speech 100 the second time. Evidently it never occurred to her that students cannot get credit twice for the same class.

One day there was a thunderstorm. I drove into school as usual. It was annoying to walk through the rain from my parking place to Manoogian, but I had done it in worse weather. A little after I arrived, I got a call from Sue. She said that Irma had called to find out if class had been canceled. She told Sue that she was sure that God had sent the storm to warn us not to have class. She was serious.

Irma did badly on both tests. Her speeches were only OK. I planned to give her a C. However, Irma turned in a paper for extra credit. It took me no more than a minute or two to realize that she had just copied one of the chapters from the Speech 100 textbook, the one book in the Library of Congress that every teacher in the department was almost certainly familiar with.

I thought about changing her grade to an F and contacting the dean’s office about her plagiarism. However, there would certainly be a hearing, and by that time I would be in Connecticut. So, I just gave her a C with no credit for the paper.

Believe it or not, she came to my office as I was packing up my stuff to leave forever to complain about her final grade. I told her that her grade was much closer to a D than a B. She told me that she spent a lot of time on that paper. I said that I knew that she had just copied it from the Speech 100 textbook. She admitted as much, but she insisted that she should be rewarded for her time. Needless to say, she had not learned too much about the techniques of persuasion for an audience of one.

One pair of students in Speech 100 evidently did not realize that the midterms would not be multiple choice. I knew that plenty of college students cheated on tests. I never did, and I was determined to make it extremely difficult to cheat on my tests. The classroom was wide, but shallow. I was sitting about twenty feet from them, and I could clearly see that they were copying off of each other. I did not say anything. When I graded their papers, both of their scores were in the thirties, and the next lowest score was in the sixties. They both dropped the class.

The first assignment in every Speech 100 class was to give a 1-2 minute speech introducing yourself to the class. In the first session after I explained the grading I would tell everyone about this assignment, which they would be expected to do in the second class. I then listed some of the things they might want to include. At the end, I asked for a volunteer to go first.

One time I forgot to recruit the first speaker. I felt bad about this, because people with stage fright might be very anxious that they would be called first. There was nothing that I could do other than ask at the start the second session for a volunteer to give the first speech. One student immediately raised his hand, went to the front of the class, and began his speech. It was something like the following;

Good afternoon. My name is William Robinson. I went to Mumford High School where I was on the track team. I am going to Wayne State University to study pre-law so that I can then go to Law School at Wayne State University to become a lawyer. Then I’m going to be a judge, so I can tell Whitey what to do. Thank you.

William gave all of his speeches, some of which were pretty good. However, he got the lowest grade on the midterm that I had ever seen, and he did not show up for the final exam. I had to give him an F.

On the other hand, one very diligent student had scores on the speeches and the midterms that were good enough that she only needed a low C on the final for an A in the course. She came to my office to tell me that about an opportunity she had to go to Hawaii. In order to take advantage of it, she needed to take the final in my class a few days early. She meekly asked me if that might be possible. I agreed. Just to be safe, the test that I gave her was from a previous year. She got a higher score than anyone who had taken it the first time that I administered it. I gave a different test to her class.

Debaters who took my Speech 100 class found it embarrassingly easy because I outlined what I was looking for in each speech, and I provided a list what to study for the tests. A debater had sniggered when he overheard me say that most of my students were afraid of me. However, after he had been in my class for a few weeks he reported back to me that I was right about that, but he could not understand why they were so intimidated.

A fellow who performed individual events (IE) also took my class. He skipped one of the speeches and never made it up. I gave him a C, and he hated me for it. He also borrowed a novel from me and never returned it.

Most of my amazing stories come from the university’s special programs. Project 350 was an admirable effort to aid students from the Detroit Public Schools who lacked one of the three requirements—test scores, grade point average, or teacher rating. 350 of these applicants were admitted conditionally for the summer semester. They took two or three classes, one of which was Speech 100. I taught these classes all three summers. I found that about 1/3 of the students had no business in college, 1/3 were questionable, and 1/3 were likely to do OK in college.

I tried to follow the department’s policies on correcting spelling and grammar. However, I was dumbfounded by one fellow’s midterm. I found almost every answer incomprehensible. I asked a few of the other grad students to try to make sense of them. No one could. The student did not finish the semester.

I felt sorry for several students. One was quite conscientious. He rode the bus to class on the day that he was assigned to give a speech. He rolled up a large piece of cardboard that he intended to use as a visual aid in the speech, presumably to make it easier to carry on the bus. Before his speech he set it on the teacher’s desk next to where he was standing. It unrolled a little, but I could not see what was on it, and he made no specific reference to it.

The purpose of the College of Lifelong Learning was to make a college education available to people who worked during the day. For the most part these students were older and more reliable. The classes only met once a week, but each session was three hours long! This made it difficult to prepare, especially for the classes in which the students gave speeches.

It was hard on the students, too. Most were tired, and they sometimes lobbied to be let out early. Because I was paid to teach for three hours, I insisted on using the entire period. This was not popular. To me it seemed that many of these students had little or no interest in learning. They wanted a college degree with the least possible effort. I cannot say that I blamed them.

One student, whose name I have forgotten, dressed in sweaters every week, several of them, one on top of another. His speech of introduction informed us that he was majoring in theology. The first graded speech was supposed to be expository, that is, to provide information, not to persuade people. His was a rather wandering disquisition about life in America. At one point he warned everyone that if Ted Kennedy were not elected president, God would visit a pestilence on the country.

One of the students later told me that this guy was a preacher/panhandler who hung around on Warren. One day while driving in to school it occurred to me that Wayne State, a private school, did not offer a degree in theology. He came to the first seven or eight classes, but I never saw him after that.

In one class I tried to explain the difference between correlation and causation. I ask the class if they thought that there was a positive or negative correlation between foot size and basketball ability. Most people in the class insisted that there was no correlation. I looked at the feet of the woman who was most vociferous about the lack of correlation. She was wearing gunboats.

I then asked who in the Detroit area had the biggest feet. Everyone knew that it was Bob Lanier, the Pistons’ star center, who wore size 22. I then asked who had the smallest feet. They were surprised when I started talking about premature babies in hospitals. I thought that this was a pretty good example to show that there was a strong correlation despite the lack of causation, but I don’t know if they understood the point.

The most dramatic moment in my teaching career came when a young man gave what was supposed to be a 5-7 minute expository speech. His subject was Malcolm X. About halfway through he proclaimed “I know I am going overtime, but I need to finish this.” When he finished his eleven-minute tirade he received an ovation from the class. I gave him a D on the speech. It was a dynamic speech, but it was not what I assigned.

The young man did not complain about the grade, and he worked hard on the rest of his speeches and did well on the tests. For his final grade I decided to throw out the Malcolm X speech, and I gave him an A for the class.

In almost every Lifelong Learning class one or more students suggested that the students should grade one another. I quickly snuffed that notion and guaranteed them that they did not want to be graded by other students.

I was also assigned to teach two classes with subject matters other than public speaking. The first was an introduction to argumentation and debate that was scheduled to take place at one of the schools extension sights. It might have been in Livonia. Only three students showed up for the first class, and I received a message shortly thereafter that the class was being canceled.

group

At Wayne State everyone studying in any field of therapy was required to take a course in group communications in the speech department. I taught one of these classes. Almost everyone in the class was studying to become a therapist. This group included the least skeptical people I have ever met.

One of the groups was scheduled to talk about access for disabled people. This was before the ADA had been passed. They held a preliminary discussion among themselves They then presented to the class their idea, which was to guarantee equal access to all businesses for all people regardless of their disabilities. It was warmly received by the rest of the class, and they could think of no questions for the group.

So I asked them about the cost. They said that in the preliminary discussion they had agreed not to talk about it. I asked them what they would do if the cost was more than the gross national product. They scoffed. I then asked them if they would include blind people, deaf people, and quadriplegics. All yes. Mentally ill? Yes.

Now, I am as liberal as they come, but even I think that this was outrageous. The grocery near our house came to mind. What would the poor owner do if a psychotic quadriplegic Helen Keller became a regular customer?

I honestly don’t know if I was a good teacher or not. I got very little feedback. However, I am quite sure that one of my presentations would have made the Sports Center highlight reel if they had one for speech teachers.

I was demonstrating how one might organize a speech on throwing playing cards2 by making three main points, each of which had an example. The first point was how to throw a card up five or six feet and make it boomerang back to you. I did that by flicking the card up at a 45° angle with a lot of spin on it. I caught it when it came back down.

The second point was how to throw for distance. I threw a card as hard as I could. It flew over the students’ heads in a blur and crashed loudly against the back wall.

I then said that with a lot of practice you can throw for both distance and accuracy. I aimed a card toward the trash can in the back right corner. Its trajectory was a lazy spiral that terminated right over the trashcan. The card fluttered right in.I proceeded as if this result was totally what I expected. I calmly explained that you finish the last point, you simply summarize what you had said.

In actual fact, if I had a whole deck of cards, I doubt that I could have gotten any of them to land in that trashcan, which was thirty or forty feet away.

1. Dr. Edward Pappas died in 2018. His obituary is here.

2. A pretty good tutorial on card throwing is available here. I held the card the way that he shows, but I threw it overhand to try to snap the shoulder, elbow, wrist, and fingers all at the same time. I have always had a rag arm, but with practice—and I practiced a lot!—I could throw a card more than thirty yards against a light wind.