When I was born, my parents were living in a large, three-story house situated in the residential district of Denver, Colorado.
I was the last of three children and an only son. My father, born of a good family with but small means, had educated himself
at Princeton, and, after spending one or two years as an engineer and contracter[sic], had at last established himself in
the bond business in Denver. A few years after my birth, he entered the banking business, the business in which he is still
engaged. My mother too was of good stock, being the daughter of one of the early settlers in Denver. Oddly enough, both my
parents are natives of Denver, although my father's family were primarily from the South and my mother's from Illinois.
My elder sister was nearly three when my second sister was born;
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my birth, in May of 1913, came two years later. My second sister, being of too sweet a nature for this world, died when I
was seven. I was then too young to realize the full extent of this sorrowful event; but, being the first really unhappy occurence
in an otherwise carefree life, the impression it made on me was so strong that the days immediately preceding and following
her death stand out most vividly among my early memories. Between me and my remaining sister, the difference in age drew a
natural gap, unmollified, as before, by my other sister. Dissimilar in almost every respect, our characters were the same
in one, perhaps the most important--obstinancy. For this reason, we were seldom in harmony together, and, although quite fond
of each other at heart, we were continually at swords points. As the years advanced, however, the gap has slowly closed,
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until a more aimiable[sic] relationship between brother and sister would be hard to find.
From an early age I was interested in books; and, throughout my life, I have read more or less widely, passing, as all must
do, through the "Motor Boys" and "Boy Allies" type of story to the more mature and classical literature. At
six, I attended school for the first time, although I could at that time read. By virture of this ability, however, I skipped
several of the early grades, and found myself in a class normally two years above my age. I learned easily, however, and managed
to maintain a fairly high scholastic average without a great deal of effort.
When I graduated from grade school, I entered junior high school in a class especially designed to prepare for Eastern preparatory
schools any boys who were planning to
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attend such a school before entering college. In its courses, the class followed exactly the weekly bulletin sent from the
Hill School. Coming as I did from a school in which I had had little or no training in art of studying, and being faced as
I was, with the high standards of an eastern preparatory school. I soon realized I had dropped into a world which was over
my head. The result was I became obsessed with a morbid propensity for work, to such a degree, indeed, that my health and
growth suffered materially. My effort, however, was not without reward, for I obtained the highest honors of the school and
had the distinction of having the highest scholastic average thoughout the three years of junior high school of anyone who
had graduated from the shcool during its six years of existence.
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All this I accomplished in spite of the fact that I was two years younger than my
classmates, and the fact that we were maintaining the standard of the stiffer preparatory school instead of the usual junior
high school course.
In spite of my extended and assiduous labor in this school, I spent there three of the most enjoyable years of my school life.
Our class was composed of not more than sixteen, and, being in all of each other's classes for three years, we came to
know one another intimately. Since we were special in studies, we came to consider ourselves special in discipline and privileges;
and whatever time not spent in class or in the principals' office, we employed, in the argon of the student, in "raising
After junior high school, I spent one year at high school in order to avoid entering Exeter
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and subsequently college at too young an age. The year I spent at high school gained me little from an academic point of view.
My course consisted of such subjects as Commercial Art, Typewriting, and Stenography. This year, however, was intended, not
to advance me in my preparation for college, but rather to accelerate my growth and maturity. In this, I hope, this year was
to some degree successful; for I obtained a working knowledge of art, of music, and of typewriting--things which lie beyond
the reach of the average student preparing for college.
The following year I came to Exeter as a lower middler, still almost a year younger than the average. This discrepancy in
age and maturity has proven an obstacle to me in my relations and competitions with my classmates. At first, the work was
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made even moreso by my years idleness; but, by a little diligent effort, I managed to raise my average sufficiently to merit
second honors. For two years I have maintained that level by the proper cramming for tests, by a certain amount of luck, and
by the minimum of study.
All my life I have enjoyed travelling, and have been fortunate to have been able to do a great deal of it. During the World
War, when I was quite young, we spent a year or two in the South in order to be near my father who was stationed as a navigation
instructor in the aeronautical training camp at Pensacola, Florida since he was too old to be sent overseas. Later we spent
some winters in California for the sake of my mothers' health. Since then, we have travelled each year during my father's
vacation, and, although I have never been across the ocean, save to Bermuda. I feel that
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Living in the West, so near both to the barren stretches of the plains and to the rugged grandeur of the mountains, I have
had the opportunity of learning to love the outdoors. To hunt the startling sage chicken or the rolling, sage-covered prairie,
to tramp the woods, already turned to gold by the touch of autumn, searching for the monarch of the western fowls, the mountain
grouse, to lie in a cold, damp blind waiting for the wily greenhead mallard and watching the earth come to life early on a
chill October morning, to fish the clear, icy streams tumbling through a quiet wooded valley over which tower the majestic
snow-capped peaks of the surrounding mountains--these, perhaps, are my greatest pleasures. Each summer, I spend as much time
in the mountains as possible, and there is nothing, in my opinion, which can afford a more complete relaxation than the utter
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and serenity of the hills.
As a natural corollary to my love of nature is an innate fondness of athletics. All of my family are more than usually athletic,
and each excels in his or her chosen field. This is a fortunate bond between us; for, as we all like to take part in sports,
we do a great many things as a family--more, indeed, than any other of my acquaintance. My favorite sport and the one in which
I have attained the highest degree of efficiency in tennis. I am fond of almost all sports, however, and spend much of each
summer sailing, swimming, and riding on the small farm where we spend most of the summer months.
After living as much in the outdoors as I have, one would expect a well developed, healthy body. My growth, however, was retarded
by sickness when I was quite young; but in
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the last few years I have grown quite tall and soon, I hope, will start to broaden out and gain a little weight.
At present, I am undecided as to what I will do after graduating from college. Success or failure in my chosen field, however,
is a matter of the future; but whichever it is, I certainly will not be able to say that I did not have the advantages of
a good home and good schooling.