A young Dr. Udarbe

Dr. Proceso U. Udarbe was the first Filipino dean of the DS, serving from 1965-1970. He was a family friend, and one of my father's oldest colleagues. The photograph provided me must have been taken in the late 1960s, before I was born. In the photo he looks quite different from the Dr. Udarbe I was acquainted with in the 1980s. 

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