Having volunteered to take pledges via telephone for the WBUR December fund drive, Marash Girl had the opportunity to speak with a gentleman whose name contained b's and z's and n's. She started chuckling and told the caller that his name reminded her of the name she had carried in her youth. "The z's will always get them, right?" He started laughing. "Let me tell you a story," she said as she remembered an incident that occurred during her sophomore year of high school.
One evening, Marash Girl was riding in a car with a group of high school friends along Washington Street, the "main drag" in Newtonville, when a policeman motioned for the car to pull over to the side of the road. As he directed his flashlight into the faces of the assembled teenagers, the officer demanded, "OKAY, WHAT ARE YOUR NAMES?"
". . . Golub . . . " " . . . Bickum . . . " But when Marash Girl carefully pronounced, "Bilezikian", the officer, now angered, replied, "Don't wise off to me, girl. What's your real name?"
Laughing as he ended the phone conversation, the donor admitted, "This is the most fun I've ever had giving my money away!"