George (’54) and
Harriet Borah
(’54, MSEd ’58) Leib

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We met in the 9th floor lounge (the school’s campus hangout), a girl of 16 and a boy of 17, and started to talk and get to know each other. It was in Professor Cropsey’s required economics class that we met again. We smiled, and when the lecture began, a note was passed along to Harriet—did she want to go out on a date? The note came back with a “yes.” And then when asked where she lived, the answer was Brooklyn. George lived in the Bronx. For almost five years, he commuted from the northern borough to the southern one. 

We became inseparable, meeting during breaks and before and after school. We would find spots to be alone to talk and kiss and hug. One of our favorites was the second-floor balcony. There we were one day, smooching and talking love talk, when the school’s dignitaries who were accompanying Bernard Baruch arrived at our spot. We were caught in the act and were sure that we were going to be expelled—such innocence—but love won out.

We graduated. George went into the Army and Harriet to work, and a year later we married. It’s now 50 years later. We have two sons, two daughters-in-law, and four grandchildren. We have each had interesting and challenging careers. We’ve had difficult times, but, more often, wonderful times. Life has been and is grand, and we look forward to each day and to the world’s adventures.

Baruch was a wonderful, expansive experience for both of us. We received a great education, met terrific people, some of whom we still see, and, best of all, found each other.

Thanks, Baruch!