Every one of us has a few memorable moments in our lives that they will never forget.

Wes Graham headshotThis one goes back to my fourthundergrad year (1973-1974) at the University of ݮƵ. As a student, I was working part-time for Professor J. W.(Wes)Graham ofthe Faculty of Mathematics.

Iwas alertedto something special that was going to take place in one of the amphitheater lecture halls on the second floor of the Mathematics & Computer(MC)building.

Professor Wes Graham, as many of you may know, was pivotal in creating the computer science program at ݮƵ. Among his duties as a professor, he usually taught a first-year undergrad course in computer science. Occasionally, a student would challenge Wes on some point of programming —whether it was about FORTRAN or COBOL.Andnormally, Wes would say, “prove it to me.”

In my experience, Wes was notorious at being able to sit down and try a software demo that you were proudly showing off and have it crash. You learned very quicklyto never makebets when it came to software.

Soit was with some amazement that Wes said to the class, “No, I am positive you are wrong.In fact, if you can prove otherwise, I will eat the output.”

Back then, the program listing and outputwere printedon paper.

Wes should have known better. At thevery nextclass, his student showed up with the “proof.”Being a man of his word, Wes promised to carry out his task at the next lecture.


"The attendance was enormous — standing room only — and likely one of the best attended classes in ݮƵ history. Word had gotten around."


Wes helps a student in the computer labOn this special day, there was Wes in the lecture hall armed with atea kettle, bottle of water, can of tomato soup, scissors, can opener, blenderand the paper output. The attendance was enormous — standing room only —and likely one ofthebest attendedclasses in ݮƵhistory. Word had gone around.

Wes regaled everyone,stating that his doctor had assured him he would survive the ordeal with no lasting side effects. Taking scissors in hand, Wes carefully cut out the program listing and output leaving as muchwhite-spacebehind as possible. Waterwas added to the kettle and set to boil. Once done, hot water, soupand paperwere added to the blender and seriously ground up.

Wes had forgotten one thing: a cup. Once the concoction cooled a bit, he chugged it straight from the blender.

You could have heard the laughter and cheers ’round the entire first and second floors of MC. I will never forget that day.