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Bill Nuchols was named President and Bill Smith Secretary and Treasurer. At once Bill named the various committee chairmen for sports and social activities. Stan Wray was the Party Chieftain and John Donohew got Bowling. Murray Bywater took over the Handball and Squash question. "Doc" McGehee was named Golf Chairman, Art Salisbury took tennis; and Fred Gray was head of skeet. We were an active bunch in the field and the links and courts were always full.

We had other fun too. On the 8th of September we went to the Commanding General's reception and met General and Mrs. Kenney and General and Mrs. Anderson and Colonel and Mrs. Mulzer and had an opportunity to meet and talk to each other. Pop Polifka organized that one.

The next time was in October when Mort Magoffin and his committee arranged what Stan Wray calls a "shirt-tail" party at the club. That was good. Very informal, cocktails, spare ribs and square dancing.

Then there was the Golf Tournament Steak Dinner with all the golfers participating on December 8th in the University Room. The next truly Class Whing-Ding was rained "in" to the University and Far East rooms of the Club but everyone had a fine time. And the last one was the final "dress-up" party on June 14th at the Club when we said good-bye.

Of course we all recall the seminar parties; picnics at the 7th green of the golf links, cocktails in the bar before separating for dinner; steak fries at each others houses with the wives bringing the food and the boys the liquor; dinners at the places downtown and all sorts of variations on the theme but, mainly, just a dozen nice people who like each other getting together just for the fun of it.

We had our tragedies too. About the time the Golf Tournament dinner, funeral services were being held on the West Coast for Orv Mohler and Bob Richards. The lads had been returning from a routine flying trip when they crashed just north of Birmingham only thirty minutes from Maxwell. We lost a fine classmate and a good man in Orv. And the faculty lost another good man in Bob. You remember we left a plaque in "Austin". Funny, no matter what you do, it seems inadequate at such a time. But we felt the plaque should be there, to remind those who follow us of those two others, who were so close to us.

And then there were the "New Arrivals", "juniors" you could call them, or the "hope of the future" that to be sure, or "future generals" or "junior birdmen". We called them "Mike", or "Butch" or "Susie" and exclaimed over them and praised them to each other and agreed that there couldn't have been a finer crop of kids in the whole Air Force, Army, Navy, or Marine Corps combined. And it seemed pretty good to have them; they fitted in so well with their