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Our men's dean was a statistics prof with a photographic memory. On his rounds of the men's dorms one evening he came upon a poker game. He told the boys that there wouldn't be a problem as long as they dealt him in. After he took what he considered to be a sufficient amount of money he left.
This sounds like an urban legend, but our dean was incredible. By the start of school he had memorized the names and faces of all incoming males, about 250. He greeted us individually by name when we came to sign in.
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