When my father was a medical student, one requirement for graduation is that each student must perform 5 "live births". No matter what their future specialty.
This was Jefferson Medical College in Philadelphia. 99% of the "live births" were housecalls to ghetto neighborhoods. The school would get a call and dispatch two medical students. Often the proud mothers had not given an iota of thought to the name of the baby, yet a name had to be placed on the birth certificate.
In one such instance (circa 1938, please understand), they decided to name the boy after the dean of the medical college. So there was this little black boy named 'Andrew Dickson White Jackson' or some such.
Word got back to the dean who was--to say the least--not pleased.
He called my father and his partner on the carpet.
"Gentlemen, I believe that in this life, everyone is entitled to one mistake, and you have had yours. If I ever hear your names or see your faces back in this office, you will be expelled."
They kept their noses squeaky clean after that one.
--Boris
Yeah, where did the Keyes come up with a weird name like "Alan"?