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 Harvard Law School in Professor Kingsfield's day. Recently the publisher of John Jay Osborne's novel The Paper Chase reissued it in a 30th anniversary edition. I graduated the same year Osborne started out as a 1L, and the Harvard Law School described in the novel is the Harvard Law School I experienced as a shell-shocked student from Minnesota, which, coincidentally, is the home state of its main character, Hart -- the guy who gets to bed down with Kingsfield's enigmatic daughter, played in the movie version by Linday Wagner. I didn't bed down with Kingsfield's daughter nor was I half the student Hart was, but I had more than one professor who was more like Kingsfield than not. It is a sad comment on the harsh, rigid old school -- which didn't admit women until the early 1950's -- that when The Paper Chase became a best-seller, a number of the professors each proudly assumed that he was the model for Kingsfield. In fact, I'm told, Kingsfield is a fictional composite, as most great fictional characters are. In any event, here's how Osborne describes the school in an essay in the current issue of The Harvard Law School Bulletin: "The big dark institution, symbolized for me by Langdell Hall, only wanted to be feared. It was very successful in inspiring fear and despair, both in the classroom and in the larger world...." But he adds, "Over the years, somehow the good things I experienced at the law school floated to the surface," and thus when his daughter started speaking of attending law school he encouraged her to apply to good ol' HLS. She'll be a 1L this fall. My feelings didn't need to change. I always had a love-hate ambivalence toward the place. After all, if I hadn't attended, I wouldn't have met my ex-wife, with whom I shared many good years, and neither of our children would have been born. It was clear from around age two that one of those children, my daughter Jennifer, would someday be a lawyer. She chose, I am glad to say, Michigan Law School and, I am glad to say, had a much happier experience than I had, graduating with her psyche undamaged -- and with honors. But, as I said, my feelings about the place are ambivalent and, if she had elected to go there, I would have been equally pleased. I suppose it's in my nature not to hold a grudge -- and thus my retrospective imagination has embellished the old place with romance, the way the dawning sun illumines and makes lovely even dilapidated old barns. As proof, I offer for your perusal my 1996 essay, Advice to a Recent Harvard Law Grad  (03.07.2003)

 Advice to a Recent Harvard Law Grad from Burton Randall Hanson, '67 (Backbencher Extraordinaire) - 03.21.1996
 Copyright (c) 2003 Burton Randall Hanson

        First thing first: You may think you've left Harvard, but you haven't really. I don't know if you take Harvard with you, or if it follows you, or if somehow you are able to travel back there in time, whenever you want, and that more and more you find yourself doing it often, or if, as T. S. Eliot put it, you eventually arrive back where you started and "know the place for the first time."

         If you'd asked me back on Commencement Day, June 12, 1967,  as I was shaking Dean Griswold's hand in front of Langdell Hall while my mother was taking a picture that made us look like old buddies, I'd have said I had a love-hate relationship with the place, that the hate maybe exceeded the love, and that, in any event, it was time to move on. A few years later, however, I might have quoted Robert Frost and told you I had "a lover's quarrel" with the place. That was about the time I wrote a letter to Professor Paul Bator, my professor in civil procedure and in administrative law, a bright, electric presence if there ever was one, and told him the truth, that often I found myself thinking of him and appreciating his teaching.

          When I was still at Harvard some students published a collection of brief essays they'd written "in praise and blame" of Harvard. If I were to write one now, the praise would exceed the blame, and most but not all of the blame would focus on myself. My daughter--who is a junior at Harvard College and, as Professor Kingsfield would say, "thinks like a lawyer" (something she did when she was barely walking)--asked me why I'd blame myself. The answer is, as my old friend, Howard P. Walthall, '67, himself now a distinguished professor of law and legal historian, will tell you, I was pretty damn immature then (and, I hope, still am). I was worried about being drafted. I was a failure in romance. Like "Hart," in The Paper Chase, I was from Minnesota but, alas, I was no Hart. And so on. The fault was me more than in Harvard.

          James Hillman, the noted depth psychologist, has written brilliantly about the need to think about and work through one's experiences, to retell one's stories and listen to what they say. Lately, partly because my daughter is planning on attending law school somewhere, I've been listening more to Harvard and to my many stories connected with it.

          I've been hearing things:

          1. Recently, for some reason, I heard the voice of Professor Andrew Kaufman (Justice Cardozo's biographer and Harvard hockey fan), in the course in commercial transactions, teaching me in one of those "teachable moments" about, not commercial transactions but of all things, legal ethics. And I wrote him a letter and told him and thanked him. Robert Frost wrote: "One can safely say after from six to thirty thousand years of experience that the evident design will always be about equally hard to save your soul...." Don't do your "lawyering" in moral isolation, is what I think Prof. Kaufman was telling us. And it's what the great poet/great lawyer Wallace Stevens was getting at when he said in one of his letters: "[O]ne is not a lawyer one minute and a poet the next....I don't have a separate mind for legal work and another for writing poetry. I do each with my whole mind."

          2. Sometimes I think of Professor Archibald Cox walking with his breakfast tray and sitting down with some students in Harkness Commons Dining Room the morning after Congress expelled Rep. Adam Clayton Powell and wondering out loud if they could do it (it turned out they couldn't). Whenever I think of that incident, I also remember something he said once about one's being able to serve the public even in private practice. I've served the public working as an aide to the Minnesota Supreme Court for over 25 years, but as you enter practice, be it in the public or private sector, you should recall what Professor Cox said. Just as your soul is always in need of being saved, so, as William James put it, "Civilization is always in need of being saved," and you, as lawyer-citizen, can help save it:

     The nation best above all nations is she in whom the civic genius of the people does the saving day by day, by acts without external picturesqueness; by speaking, writing, voting reasonably; by smiting corruption swiftly; by good temper between parties; by the people knowing true men when they see them, and preferring them as leaders to rabid partisans or empty quacks.
          3. You must have heard of Professor W. Barton ("Bart") Leach of Rule-Against-Perpetuities fame. He was my teacher and I was a member of his "club." If his portrait hangs in perpetuity somewhere at Harvard, I hope it's not a formal portrait but an enlargement of the cartoon caricature that Charlie Sherwood drew of him for the 1966 yearbook, a cartoon that captures the Leach whom Justice Felix Frankfurter referred to affectionately as "fractious child." Often I think of Bart Leach telling us in first-year property that when an opponent asks a rhetorical question, we should "answer it," that 99 times out of a hundred you can do so. That little bit of advice comes in handy in practicing law but also in listening to political rhetoric. Leach's course was more than a course in property law. I think of his classroom eulogy of Cole Porter, the law school dropout, the day after he died, or his classroom eulogy of Justice Frankfurter and his recounting his last visit with him ("...and then he told me who should replace Erwin as Dean"). But mostly I think of him playing the accordion and singing silly songs he'd written about the law. I think I hear him telling you: Don't forget to create some fun. Or as Fred Rodell, a professor at that other law school, wrote: "In Jeffersonian pursuit/ Of happiness, no disrepute/ Inheres. Pursue it./ Squander, don't hoard for some hereafter/ Your gifts of grace and love and laughter."

          4. I was talking recently with my daughter, the afore-mentioned Harvard junior, who was complaining that there still aren't as many women teachers in college as there should be. I realized in talking with her that I had had only one woman as a teacher in college and none in law school. Only about five percent of the people in my law school class were women. I think it was unfortunate for them that things were the way they were, but I think it was unfortunate for me too. Robert Bly, the poet, has reminded us that boys need lots of male role models and mentors as they grow up, but I think boys and girls and young men and women need lots of male and female role models and mentors.

          During my first year at the law school, I got a sense of what a mentor could mean when I heard  Professor John Mansfield's moving eulogy of Felix Frankfurter (for whom he had clerked) in the formal ceremony in the courtroom at Austin Hall and also when I listened to Professor Mark DeWolfe Howe (who, like Leach and others, had clerked for Justice Holmes) talk about Holmes in his class on Developments of Legal Institutions.
          I had no mentors in law school, but I've had more than my share of them since. I remember asking the late C. Donald Peterson, the Justice for whom I clerked for two years at the Minnesota Supreme Court, if he had a glossy photographic portrait he would sign for me. On it he wrote, "To my friend and colleague, Burt Hanson." He was my first mentor in the law -- and, like all mentors, he was a mentor  in other things that matter, like living life with joy in the face of oncoming death (something he did for nearly 20 years after being diagnosed as suffering from non-Hodgkins lymphoma).

         I've had a number of mentors since, and I'll let you in on two little secrets: First, they're not that hard to find. In my experience, people like to be mentors. You have to give them the opportunity. Second, it's never too late to find them. I'm still finding them.

         Moreover, if you're a reader, you can find mentors in books. In the years since I left Harvard I've done lots of reading, not just in the law. I wasn't always listening when Professor Howe talked about Holmes and yet it turns out I was, because I've become, as Howe was, a lover of Holmes, of Holmes the man, of his opinions, of his letters, of that great portrait of him that hung then in Langdell Hall in the library, the portrait under which I often found myself either daydreaming or staring at some attractive female student from nearby Lesley College who was studying there. If you read The Holmes-Laski Letters, one of the best books any young or middle-aged or old lawyer can read, you'll find the great Holmes, who was Laski's mentor and father-figure, becoming your mentor. Holmes once referred to his law clerks as "my sons at law." If he were alive today, he'd be referring to them as his sons and daughters at law. You still can be his son or daughter at law -- and at literature, for he is a literary stylist as well as guide of the highest order.

         Oscar Wilde said, "In America, the young are always ready to give to those older than themselves the full benefit of their inexperience." Although it's nearly 30 years since I left Harvard, I still feel too inexperienced and immature to give you, my new friend and colleague in the great adventure of the common law, much personal advice as you enter the practice. Professor Paul Freund once referred to the "voices over one's shoulder," the teachers and others who stay with you wherever you go and continue to speak to and with you. These voices, not mine, are the voices you should listen to. My basic advice is simply to keep yourself open to hearing those voices. Listen to them now if you didn't listen to them in law school. They're still speaking to you and will continue doing so.
         If you listen hard enough, you might even hear, with me, some of my old teachers: kind Donald Trautman patiently teaching trusts and conflicts of law; elegant Milton Katz, of Marshall Plan fame, talking torts with us as if we were equals; Alan M. Dershowitz, "the Dersh" (I had him the first year he taught when he was just 25 years old!); the dapper A. James Casner telling us to call him if we ever were presented with a certain difficult estate planning problem and needed to know his little "secret" on how to handle it; or Louis Loss and James Chadbourne, whose standing-room-only classes on corporations and evidence were so good I attended them even though I wasn't registered to take them. I wish even more you could hear the voice of "Little Wash" Washington, the  buildings-and-grounds employee who befriended me and bought me milkshakes at Harkness Commons and invited me to his house for Christmas in 1966 when I was having some personal troubles, or the booming voice of "Kelly," the guy who served me "Gainesburgers" at Hark every night and always cheered me up with his friendly small talk. And the voices of my classmates and friends, especially "Walth" and "McMahon."

    Keep yourself open. Don't stop listening and learning. Your Harvard education isn't over; it has just begun.

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