Professor Ronald W. Reagan here. He takes off his Gulf of Sidra admiral's hat, his Nicaragua freedom fighter's cap, his space-shuttle captain's helmet, his tax-and-budget reformer's Homburg, his Philippine democracy cockade--and puts on a mortarboard.
Does it in about a quarter of a second. Hasn't much time to spare these days. Slight aw-shucks duck of his head, gentle smile, a glint of fond memory behind his eyes, and for a few minutes he's standing in an old ivy hall someplace and you can almost hear the mellow chords of the glee club float with the fresh breeze through the open window.
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