Anne Gardiner Perkins, 20, ended a century-old tradition when she became the first woman editor-in-chief of the Yale Daily News. Among her predecessors were Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart and columnist William F. (God and Man at Yale) Buckley Jr. She’s the Baltimore-bred daughter of attorneys—her father practices corporate law and her mother is a member of Maryland’s House of Delegates. “Andy,” as she is known to her friends, had no journalistic aspirations when she enrolled at Yale. But, as a member of the jayvee field hockey team, she spent bench time her freshman year taking pictures of the games for the Daily News, then began to write the accompanying stories. Switching up to hard news as a sophomore, she wrote an investigative series which disclosed that Provost Abraham S. Goldstein was having his official residence renovated at a cost to budget-strapped Yale of $67,000. Following the expose Goldstein resigned his post. During her just-ending junior year, Andy worked 10 hours a day overseeing the paper’s staff of 200 and had to cut back on her course load. So this summer, when she isn’t home selling hot dogs at Baltimore Oriole baseball games for a lark, Andy will be taking a summer course that she figures will set her up whether she decides to go into journalism or not: an eight-week crash language program in Arabic.
Henry Jackson, 21, had his reasons for spurning job offers from designers Oscar de la Renta and Valentino. “I knew,” explained Seventh Avenue’s latest wunderkind, “that I’d be in the back room making an Oscar de la Renta and not a Henry Nathaniel Jackson.” So with a $10,000 loan from an uncle in Carmel, California, Jackson, the son of a Boston postal worker and his psychologist wife, is striking out on his own. His first commercial line (left), scheduled for next fall, will feature resort clothes for women—skirts and blouses costing between $60 and $65. “Henry,” says designer Mary Alice Orito, “has an intuitive sense of the way a woman moves.” His interest in clothes dates back to early childhood. “My mother was sewing all the time,” he recalls. He also got on-the-job training sewing part-time for top fashion names like de la Renta, Chester Weinberg and Charles Suppon. But the toughest teachers were his own classmates at Parsons School of Design in New York. “Other students love to tear your work apart. Once you make it through there,” he figures, “you’re on your way.” Jackson may indeed be a breakthrough force in the rag trade if his designs are as fresh as his candor. “The garment industry is very greedy,” he says. “I wouldn’t pay those high prices for most of the clothes I see—especially since I know what they really cost.”