Hang out with Bernie
Maybe my enthusiasm for fine art is showing here, but the verisimilitude of the sculpture of our alma mater’s namesake is uncanny. On more than one occasion I’ve told people to meet me by the sculpture of Bernard Baruch and then I can’t find them there. They’ve assumed that the likeness was a person not a sculpture and go looking elsewhere for a bench with a metal man.
And while you look at him in that reposeful stance, mind your manners and thank him in your head for his largesse to the institution.
The Graduate Baruchian 