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<DIV style="font-color: black"><B>From:</B> <A
title=stuart.n.clarke@btinternet.com>Stuart N. Clarke</A> </DIV>
<DIV><B>Sent:</B> Saturday, December 1, 2018 3:00 PM</DIV>
<DIV><B>To:</B> <A title=vwoolf@lists.osu.edu>vwoolf@lists.osu.edu</A> </DIV>
<DIV><B>Subject:</B> Some female profs</DIV></DIV></DIV>
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<DIV>Just by chance I came across yesterday the 1977 Calendar of one of my old
universities, which brought back some no doubt unreliable memories.</DIV>
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<DIV>Although it was a large university, there were very few women full
professors in 1971 (and about the same 15 years later).</DIV>
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<DIV>Wilma Radford, Librarianship, ‘a nice old lady’ according to a
colleague. That’s not what I heard – a tough political in-fighter from way
back. When she retired she reverted to Miss Radford, for she didn’t have a
PhD and they didn’t award her an emeritus. She was succeeded by an
overweight cheery American, who may or may not have liked books, for he wasn’t
Professor of Librarianship, but of Information Resources, or some such. A
few years later he died in a US airport.</DIV>
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<DIV>I think the professor of Social Work was a woman then, but I can’t
remember, perhaps because she was nice. Although it was Wilma who carried
a shopping basket, I like to think it was the professor of Social Work with a
basket - filled with calves’ foot jelly (“For your own feet, madam, I
presume”).</DIV>
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<DIV>The professor of French was tall, elegant, possibly Antipodean, but with
those long complicated French qualifications. She married a son of Paul
Valéry and returned to the university to be awarded an Hon. DLitt. If
she’s still alive I expect she lives une vie la plus distinguée, in Paris, no
doubt.</DIV>
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<DIV>The professor of Russian was small and white-haired. It was said that
she (Tatjiana Cizova) was a White Russian and that she ruled the department
despotically. Our faculties were divided into schools, which were divided
into departments, but there were some autonomous depts, which weren’t big enough
to be schools. She fought for her dept to become a school, and eventually
succeeded – a pyrrhic victory, as a few years later there was a Russian
Revolution: she was deposed and side-lined.</DIV>
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<DIV>If you were a woman and wanted to get on, you had to be tough. But,
to be fair, the same applied to men. That university wasn’t a place for
weaklings. “Vae Victis!” It was said that the reason academic
politics were so bitter was that the stakes were so low.</DIV>
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<DIV>Stuart</DIV>
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