Jerry Boris Dorbin Interview

Jerry Boris Dorbin

By Emma Baker

Jerry was born in Slilana, Kansas with his older sister Rosanne and two younger brothers, Sanford and Gale. Jerry then moved to Lincoln, Nebraska where his parents grew up. His father owned a small store, but was forced to shut it down in The Great Depression. Jerry found out that his mother had cancer and that she died when he was seven. His father couldn’t handle her death so he sent his children away; Jerry was sent to a boarding school is Kansas City.

Jerry had replaced his family with the boarding school since he lived there and it was his home. Even though on long vacations he lived with his wealthy aunts and uncles his home truly was the boarding school that he forced to go to. Once a week for two years one very Monday, there was a morning assembly where the school would gather and sing college football fight songs.

Later Jerry went off to a private school on the edge of Los Angelous. At this school he had the chance to meet Jack Benny’s daughter, George Burns’ kids, and Hoagie Carmichael’s kids. After his high school, he went into the navy and he took quite a few photography classes, where he was trained to take pictures of the Korean War. In the navy he also wrote and took pictures for the navy newspaper. While writing for this newspaper, he realized his knack and love for writing.

Once he got out of the navy he went to be a football writer for a local newspaper. He worked on this newspaper for ten years. This was a very small town newspaper and one day when he was getting his story about a fire he accidentally mentioned the name of a store without their consent in the article and he was fired.

Jerry then moved to Santa Fe New Mexico where he lives and now and became a health inspector publicist. He would go on to be a stockbroker for twenty-one years, which was strange since he had been a writer up to that point. Now Jerry writes articles more magazines and some light verse; he also has completed a novel but cant seem to get it published.

An example of one of his light verses goes something like this:

A whimsical huckster named Pringle

Wrote ads that could make clients tingle

In endless staccato

He chanted his motto

“ For slogans just give me a jingle!”