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Dozens of Japanese American Stanford students were corralled in camps during World War II. Even as their lives were put on pause, some stayed connected to the Farm.
Favorite Son
Provost and engineering professor John Hennessy spent 22 years teaching, researching and rising through the academic ranks. And, like every self-respecting computer scientist, he took a year's sabbatical to start a company. In September, he becomes the University's 10th president.
by Doug Swanson
Taking It to the Streets
As a law student, Cory Booker, ’91, MA ’92, wanted to help Newark, N.J.’s inner-city residents fight for their rights. No one expected him to move into the neighborhood.
by Marc Peyser
Once More, With Feeling
These robotic hands can actually feel what they touch -- and they're smart enough to learn from the experience.
by Marina Chicurel
Into the Outback
Fresh out of Stanford, Herbert Hoover went Down Under in 1897 to scout Australia's goldfields. When he left the following yera, he was a rich man -- and a local legend
by William Coughlin
A December to Remember
Yes, they played (and lost) a football game, but for Stanford's Rose Bowl team, that was only part of the story. One Cardinal player shares his diary.
by Charley Dean
The Parent Trap
Perplexed by the advice of child-rearing extremists, a young father discovers Stanford psychologist William Damon, a guru of "authoritative parenting."
by Tim Grieve
Was It Murder?
In a case that gripped the nation, David Lamson was charged with killing his wife in their campus home. Despite four trials and intense media coverage, the 1933 death remains a mystery.
by Bernard Butcher
Falling Apart
He was a Marshall scholar, a college president and, finally, a top Stanford administrator. But mental illness changed everything. A victim of depression remembers his breakdown.
by Joel Smith
First, Take 14,000 Chicken Breasts
No longer content to merely feed 3,800 students 19 times a week, University Dining Services wants to reinvent itself as a restauranteur. The result? Hello artichokes, good-bye glop.
by Sherri Eng
