I preface this Article about my father and his affiliation with Stetson University College of Law by disclosing that his career as a professor and dean began well before my birth and ended in 1939, when I was five years old. Family papers and memorabilia substantiate oral family traditions of Dean Tribble’s challenges, accomplishments, and disappointments while at Stetson. My conversations over the years with prominent lawyers and judges who studied law under my father provided further insight. These sources dictate that my account will be largely anecdotal and subjective, with more emphasis on Dean Tribble’s human and professional qualities than on the arcane politics of academia.