4.2.12 WC: 191694 they were taking up the place of a man who would actually practice law, while they got married and raised children. Dean Griswold wasn’t particularly comfortable with Jews either. At the same dinner, he noticed that I didn’t eat the meat, and he asked me why. I told him I was kosher, to which he responded: “Even the Catholics have eliminated the prohibition against eating meat on Friday. Don’t you think it’s time for your people to eat what everyone else eats.” I thought he was kidding, so I said: “Ill check with my people.” He wasn’t kidding. The next time I saw him I said: “I’ve checked with my people and they said that they’ve been keeping kosher for thousands of years, so a few more centuries couldn’t hurt.” He didn’t laugh. I think this exchange kept me kosher for an extra few years! For more than a year, Griswold called me “Shapiro,” which was the name of another assistant professor, with whom I had nothing in common, except a Jewish sounding name. Griswold demanded that I teach classes on Saturday. I refused. He said he couldn’t make a special exception for me because I was a practicing Jew. I still refused. So he abolished all Saturday classes. Shortly after I was appointed to the Harvard Law School faculty, I received a call from Judge Aldrich inviting me to present a talk to the members of his private club, called the “Club of Odd Volumes.” He assured me that its members included some of the best and most important lawyers in Boston, including several Justices of the Supreme Court and other judges. “We invite all the new dons to tell us about their work,” he advised me. Remembering Judge Bazelon’s refusal to speak to the members of Justice Douglas’ restricted club, I politely told Judge Aldrich that I would get back to him. I then called the head of the local Anti-Defamation League and inquired about the Club of Odd Volumes. “They don’t accept Jews, Catholics, Blacks or women as members,” he quickly responded. I called Judge Aldrich, and