Polaris 1964 USAF Academy Yearbook

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Robert Louis Abbott, Jr. ifo

Nothing is going to please this tall Texan from Dallas more than to leave Colorado in his blue Tempest and drive pell-mell to Laughlin AFB with his pretty bride, where he hopes to fly his way into TAG. While at “Aluminum U,” Bob had his share of record-breaking honors as a member of the Varsity Swimming Team. He was also active in the Modern Pentathlon Team wheie he was able to demonstrate his native equestrian ability. Besides these accomplishments, Bob could trade punches with the best of them in the ring and come out on top. His personality rounds out these fine physical attributes; he is known as an easy-going guy and a friend who can be depended upon. He will not soon be forgotten by those knowing him.

Gilbert John Achter, Jr. Gii

“Yogi” Gil hails from sunny California and came here directly from high school. Not to be hindered by this, he successfully overcame the program here by accomplishing his stated objective— graduation, naturally. Future plans include marriage and pilot training at Webb.

William Regan Ahern, Jr. “Bill”

Bill came to the Academy from that spawning ground of recalcitrant intellectuals, New York City. His stay was marked by academic achievement and as wing administrative officer, a degree of notoriety seldom equalled at the Academy. Bill, with a flair for politics, was president of the Forum. A person of many sided talents, he also excelled at intramural handball. Always possessed of an ironical smile, Bill was a famed battler for lost causes. “Seek to persuade the sea wave not to break. You will persuade me no more easily.” Prometheus.

Donald John Alberts “D. J

D. J., gift of the City of Pittsburgh to the Class of ’64, brought with him the tradition of the rugged steelers. Applying these traditions to the annual battle of the G. P. A., he will carry on the battle at Georgetown University and then to pilot training. Always a rough competitor on the Academy debate team, as well as a member of the Forum and the Ski Club, D. J. has lent his many talents to the extracurricular side of cadet life as well as the academic side. His main interests have followed the line of professional hockey, skiing and politics, and, of course, the weaker sex. The current holder of the Denver to Academy record in the weekly scramble with his unique Edsel, D. J. hopes to pilot his new white Wildcat to greater heights. As a parting gift, D. J leaves his political science table to any underclass firebrand with enough guts to run it.

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David Earl Ammerman

Dave has had a distinguished Academy career as one of the Dean’s own hand-picked men for the 5-year program. He joined the Air Force from Buffalo, New York, where his father is a retired M/Sgt. Aside from being 19th Squadron’s “big ugly” guy, Dave has been an outstanding performer in intra-murals on the rugger, basketball, football, and boxing teams. His imagination and his ability to win the cooperation and support of others have given Dave a reputation as one of the Wing’s political organizers. He has employed this ability at both legal and illegal enterprises from Operation Easter to quietly run football lotteries. Dave professes a lasting interest in pilottraining and a particular CWC coed.

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Gerald Oak Alfred, Jr.

Alf came all the way from Seattle looking for adventure. Streaking down snow-covered slopes, roaring down the highway in his TR-4, or happily dropping down to earth under a pure white parachute, he likes to be where the action is. A consistentmember of the Dean’s List for four years, Alf has nevertheless compiled an enviable amount of sleep, with visions of pilot training at Williams dancing through his head. This same zeal will carry him to grad school in Astro, test pilot school, and the distinction of being the first Swede in space.

Gary Leroy Anderson

Ole Gary, after a year of college in McPherson, Kansas, ended up back in his home State of Colorado. While at the Blue Zoo, he has specialized in scotch, military history,girls, and for a yearbaseball. Gary discovered that contrary to common belief, baseball and chewing tobacco were not compatible. Baseball had to go. After graduation, he plans on taking his red SAAB, all three cylinders of it, to Laredo, Texas. After Laredo, TAC is Gary’s goal. Gary seems to have an inexhaustible supply of energy except when he has to study. To Gary happiness is the mountains, a pair of levis, and a plug of chewing tobacco, that is, when he’s notout on a date. Gary’s going to have one problem when he gets to Laredo and starts flying the T-37. Where’s he going to spit?

George William Anderson

The old airborne deerslayer arrived here in 1960 after spending a year in the brown-shoe-chow lines of Bainbridge Naval Training Center. Although the Air Force Reserve actually sent him here, he always insisted he was sent by his Presbytery to bolster the sorry and sagging intelligence level of the intemperate Irish immigrants.Intelligence was, however, not the deciding factor, for on weekday nights, George was found to be chasing his roommates aboutthe halls with his paratrooper knife, and on weekends he was usually found sitting in his room paying for his dirty desk top. Good old George was seeded as a basic science major before one could say “Wo ist Killer Kane?” and his left-handed entropy diagrams never failed to amuse the Aero Department, who cheerfully responded with “NOP - minus ten.” George’s next assignment should be Reese AFB, Texas. He is presently undecided as to whether someone else should occupy the right seat of his little maroon Corvair.

Kenneth Allen Anderson Ami}

Wandering straight from Bremen High School in Illinois, “The Colonel came with his eyes on USAFA’s academic and sports programs. He s sueceeded quite well by being consistently one of the Dean’s boys and by excelling in swimming and baseball endeavors. Certain inhabitants of Colorado Springs will never forget Andy, his Monza, and his girls. Ken managed to log more privilege time and sleep and less study time, except on those Political Science courses, than anyone around campus. He chose a Master s Degree over pilot’s wings and will invade some coed institution this fall. Ken’s aspirations are high, and we know he’ll be a credit to the Academy and to the Air Force.

Ronald Duane Andrews

Heading West from Kensington, Georgia, Duane soon found himself in quite a different atmosphere from the one he had left at Georgia Tech. An ability to get along well with his classmates enabled him to breeze along here at the Zoo. A few all-night stands and a little run-in with the Econ Department have high-lighted his academic career. For recreation, Duane likes a fast handball game or a spin in his bright red new Lemans. After graduation, Duane plans to head South and start pilot training.

Joel Stuart Aronoff

Joel came west from N.Y.C. to take part in the social life and the consistent climate. He has found the social life to be as consistent as the climate. He used to fly a lot with the Aero Club until he found it was more fun to jump out of airplanes than to land them. He has the distinction of logging 160 more take-offs than landings. Graduation will find him in Texas (good jumping weather) and headed for a cockpit career as a fighter pilot.

Nicholas Thomas Arshinkoff “Nick”

Nick Arshinkoff, alias “Twinkle Toes,” or the “not so Golden Greek” immigrated West from Akron, Ohio, in 1959. Unfortunately, Nick transferred to the wrong bus out of Denver and wound up here at the foot of the Rampart Range. However, he immediately fell in love with the clean living, football and the accelerated nuclear physics program and decided to make a go of it. Now, after many, many good years of cluttering the halls of 17th Squadron, Nick has the opportunity to pursue and exploit his new loves- pilot training, a new Lemans, and Barbara. ^

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Edward Herbert Badenell

“Batts” has been for the past four years a really all-around top man at the Academy, winning such honors as Supt’s List, Dean’s List, Comm’s List, “D” List with a turnout cluster, and the Commandant’s Control Roster with a four month Class III. His Big Blue Bomb has also covered the gambit, from the Kachina Lounge to Tulaggi’s. Hailing originally from Ohio but presently from Florida, he’ll head next for Oklahoma andthose T-38’s (but not until after leave with London, Paris, Berlin, and Copenhagen on the schedule.) Hismain goals at the present are simply to get married and settle down with an F-106and to vacation on Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras.

“Yogi”

Lester Howard Baer

“Yogi” Les came to the Academy as a confirmed bachelor and a frustrated sports-car driver. With his gas-eating Pontiac, he nevertheless maintained his contact with sports cars by being Presidentof the Sports Car Club. However, he lost all contact with bachelorhood as he leaves the sandand humidity of Margate, N. J. for Reese AFB with a certain major’s daughter. A sport he picked up during Doolie summer earned him some recognition at the Academy as he was Varsity Pistol Team Captain and a memberof the NRA All-American Pistol Team. Otherinterests found him as chairman of the Arnold Hall stage crew, memberof the Large Bore Rifle Team or working toward his double major.

Jack Douglas Baker, Jr.

Calling Shreveport and any highway (or a road if a highway can’t be found in Louisiana) home, Jack might be found somewhere in a little red MG-B. Most other times he will be decorating some amplifier with a soldering gun. At graduation his biggest problem besides aiming a T-33 will be finding a C-124 pilot who will fly his Hi-Fi equipment to Texas. Several of the Commandant’s lists have seen Jacks’ name, and having been awarded the title of “Cooler King” he has spent a few hours in his room wondering if cadets are really government property.

“Jeff” Jeffrey Dennis Baker

Jeff, more affectionately known as “Beak,” came to USAFA from Sacramento, California. Among other things, he gained quite a name as 23d’s representative on Wing Staff and with his overflowing personality, Jeff made many friends while building quite a favorable reputation. Jeff, quite an academic whiz, has apparently changed his concentration from a major in oriental history (Genghis Khan and the clan) to a more detailed study on how to become a fledgling of the “Golden Seagull!” After compiling a very fine record at the Academy, pilot training and graduate school seem to be in order for El Jeffe. We are definitely sure that only success can come his way if he sticks to following that nose! !

Norman Dean Baker orm

Norm is a native of Springfield, Illinois. He goes by several names at the Academy, but the most common is “Beach.” Beach can often be found

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through the air down at Judo practice. Norm might be considered a I0C ’. but we all have a feeling that this will come to an end shortly. His main ambition being flying, Beach will be very happy to trade Academy life for some cockpit time this summer.

Arthur John Balazs

"Art

Art is one of the few elite of the Cadet Wing who really does have some etchings to show. He does them himself. In fact, his desire to sketch lovely young ladies and shiny new aircraft has been exceeded only by his quest to keep his 3.8 liter Jaguar in smooth running and looking condition. (He’s even been known to wash it in sub-freezing weather.) During the past four years, Art has distinguished himself in many ways, from the Dean’s List many, many times to the Talon staff and the Physics Club (Remember Quantum?) From here, it’s Craig and T-38’s for Art, with a big boost of well wishes and confidence from all his friends both here and in Chicago.

Larry Lennox Ball

“Baby Boy”

Larry is one of the last true Texans. He was a serious-minded authoritarian while training underclassmen and at the same time one who could ultimately relax in a social situation. He was always considered to be a strong-willed individual with depth and desire. Although he won the four year battle with the Dean, one would hardly call him a mathematical whiz. Without a doubt, he will be successful in all endeavors and will be a welcome addition to any organization.

Dewey Jay Baricli “DOM”

The DOM came to the Academy from Ypsilanti, Michigan, after two years with NAPS and the University of Michigan. Although a four-eyed bird, he has been able to see his way through four years of academics, an Engineering Science major, and has his sights set on pilot training after graduation. Dewey has established himself as quite a marksman on and off the rifle range, having captained the rifle team his last year. But his main claim to fame is not his score on the range, but off—he claims five of his ex-flames have gone off and married someone else. After graduation, the DOM will leave a cloud of dust behind his XL, off to a promising career in the years to come.

Barrv Lee Barnes

Barry proudly claims Hornsbyville as his home; a town in Virginia which still uses crank telephones. He is now a confirmed bachelor after a close call. His interests are many and varied. He enjoys water sports very much and usually delights in drenching an unsuspecting dormitory inspector during call to quarters. He also enjoys spreading rumors and tall tales, a fine example coming from an honor representative and career member of the Superintendent’s List. His mischievous personality also takes pleasure in stepping on the heels of the low quarter overshoes of defenseless doolies. Barry presently owns a suave Nash Rambler which has an affinity for lamp posts. Without a doubt Barry will graduate as one of the most respected cadets in the class. His AOC once recommended him for president of General Motors but Barry declined the position for a cockpit in the T-38 at Moody AFB.

“Bob”

Robert Philip Barrett

On the advice of an Air Force brat and old family friend, Bob took his tests for entrance to the Academy, and, probably to the surprise of many, made it. He wended his way southeast from God’s country in June, 1960, with visions of that good free education and a four-year Air Force career dancing through his head. Soon after, he was liberated from any delusions of free education, and it didn’t take long to change his mind about the four year career. He is determined to make a career of the Air Force (if they don’t try to bring him back to USAFA as an AOC) and those first several years are sure to find him in the cockpit. He has spent four years on the freshman and varsity ski teams, and other interests while at the Academy include activity in church work. Shortly after graduation, he will be happily married to a very pretty high school sweetheart from Spokane, Washington, and on his way to pilot training at Williams Air Force Base, Arizona.

Frank Robert Bartlett

Since forsaking his native New England surroundings four years ago, Frank has learned several things. First, the cold of the New Hampshire winter can only be matched by the world’s only natural wind tunnel. Next, skiing in Colorado can be compared only with that back in God’s country. Finally, the farther west one travels, the more blondes and bigger parties one encounters. His definite flair for the obvious, by which he is known to many, has lead him through many interesting bouts with the academic departments. This summer he shall invade Webb AFB with his new Impala and a sincere desire to succeed.

“But”

Paul Neely Batterson

Paul N. Batterson, or “Bat,” has been one of the leading individualists of the class. He came to us from the Army and he never seemed to get over it. He majored in International Affairs, and he hopes to pursue a career in some area associated with Latin America. His immediate plan is to go to pilot training, on to TAC, possibly to Hurlburt Field.

“Joe”

Joseph Anthony Bavaria

When Joe liked or disliked something you knew it. Give him a guitar, piano, or saxophone and he’d give you musical artistry. Give him spor s, academics, or a long weekend, and he’d show you energy, ambition, an versatility. His good natured comments were effortlessly funny or ef Oi-. iessly serious, whichever he chose, and he could win a friend as easily as e could snow a girl—because he didn’t have to try. After graduation, the sky is the limit—his first love will be flying. Marriage does not trouble Joe because he is “just not ready.”

Curtis Kingdon Bayer Curt

Third’s answer to Picasso, Curt came to us from New Hampshire. His artistic flair being exceeded only by his propensity to read, he has been known to read more than half a dozen books per week and could be found more often than not pouring over anything from an Ace double novel to The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. After a rendezvous in Mississippi this June with a brunette and a church, this refugee from EGT indicaters and afterburners will be headed for Randolph AFB and the swishing sounds of rotors.

Walter Albert Becker “Walt”

This quiet, calm ivy-leager came west to prove that a Pennsylvanian could sleep more than anybody else, even in a bathtub. Everything he does starts off with a groan, but finishes in grand style. Usually Walt is found in the parking lot trying to decide which of his two cars to take to Denver for a pit stop at the “Rat” and then on to the finer things in life. The last of the big sweaters from the east, this pseudo-militarist shows an utmost regard for regs by rising completely above them. A 500 hitter in the turn-out league and member of the R Flight “elite,” Walt is continually saying how the system is going to be different when he returns as Dean. After graduation, he will tour the world in search of the more basic things in life and then go on to study the secret of the birds at Texas Tech (Reese).

Richard Allan Bedarf “Rich”

“Rich” is a native of that great suburb of New York called New Jersey. He spent two years at New York Military Academy getting up courage for the big step, and since coming to Colorado has proved that it was no mistake Being an Easterner at heart, he had no trouble in adjusting to those great Colorado winters. As a result, the only thing to do on the weekends is ski When there isn’t enough snow he turns to sky-diving. His main interest is Astronautics and he hopes some day to travel to the stars. This may sound a little corny, but you know, I think he’ll make it.

Paul Anthony Belmont

All bets are in and posted! Will Paullast until Christmas of 1964 until he heads back to Philadelphia to alter his bachelor status with Cynthia? Only history will tell this story! But chances are pretty certain that when it comes time to pin those silver wings on at Craig AFB, Paul will have the assistance of this cute gal. Paul worked hard during his first three and one-half years as a cadet, and then he finally “saw the light.”' He spent the last semester counting the days until graduation and celebrating the completion of his “favorite” science course—Electrical Engineering. His hard work paid off in honors such as the Dean’s List, Commandant’s List and Superintendent’s Merit List. Paul served as Training Officer for Twentieth during the first semester of his fourth year. He is more than ready for graduation and for what is hoped to be a new and better life.

“Rich"

Richard Joseph Bennett

Rich came to the Academy (from Bremerton, Washington) so as to have an inside track to the Flying Air Force.The Commandant has been cordial in assisting him toward this goal, allowing him to wear a wreath of distinction on several occasions. The 01’ Dean hasn’t been quite as cooperative. As a matter of fact, he kept Rich in Fairchild Hall for extra practice in “Riting” one summer. “I’m convinced that the only way I’ll get a star for my sleeve is to fly up there after graduation and grab one for myself,” says Rick. The bandaged face and limbs that he presented to public view during four years attested to his valor on the athletic fields. At present, his sweetheart is a spanking new Chevelle Malibu, but after this thrill is worn off, it is expected that he will turn toward other playthings, like most of his classmates. Over the horizon though—T-38s and TAC.

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Bruce Michael Bertram

“Boris” left Fresno State College to answer an ad for waiters and got in the wrong line when he arrived. He became famous for his version of the “Double Leg Cut” in gymnastics. He graduates with a double major, one in sleep, and the other in pool. After graduation, he’ll pile his pool cue and slide rule into his vette and head for grad school to find out what a resistor really is, eternally asking himself, “What kind of job is this for a Jewish boy?”

‘'Larry”

Lawrence Edward Besch

UN - Believable! That’s what Larry Besch is, yes sir! Having spent most of his youngster years in solitary for being late (he never quite got over the habit), Foozie finally fell in love and hasn’t gotten over it yet. Starting out as the “Terror of the Fireside,” he turned 21 and began to take over the Peppermint Cave. He then turned Firstie, and the Highway Patrol turned to radar—the only defense against the Purple Dragon. When he’s not busy trying to housebreak German Shepherd puppies, you can be sure that you’ll find him on the lift at Winter Park wearing his Dr. Scholl’s ski boots and eating Hungarian Goulash sandwiches. And be sure to notice the sweet brunette next to him—she’ll probably be there for a long time to come. “Veil, Laddy, vots you going do afta da gvaduation 9 “Purdue and Willy, man. .”

Herbert Lowell Bevelhymer °

“Bevo” came to USAFA from Napolean??, Ohio. He’s almost made as many conquests as the little round man from France. He can be seen ajm any weekend at full throttle and in full dress heading off to parts unkno* in his VICTORIAN horseless (literally) machine. At any rate, Bevo is a m to watch out for in anybody’s Air Force (Or Officers’ Club). Talen - A leader, athlete and scholar. After leading the Cadet Chorale aud qua G-2 of 66’s ZI Field Trip through successful campaigns, Bevo is looking to tne Air Force for challenge and opportunity.

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Bobby Beverly, Jr.

Bob “Tex” Beverly, from the booming metropolis of Channelview, Texas, will be going to Laredo AFB for pilot training in the “B” class (Obviously, a Texan would never admit the existence of any other state let alone go to pilot training there.) Bob probably is most famous for his ability to sleep under any condition imaginable. As long as he stays awake, he’ll be a fine officer and a credit to the ’64 class ring.

Claude Allen Billings “Toad”

“Toad” knows Dixie fairly well having lived in Amory, Miss., Memphis, Tenn., and Fort Smith, Ark. He came to the Academy from Mississippi State and the Sigma Chi Fraternity House. Seventh Squadron claims him as a big asset both on the “intramurder” field and as Squadron Exec. His 52 Super Sport can be found outside any party for miles around and his quick smile is always evident despite a few run-ins with the Academic Department. His plans for the future include TAC and starting a USAFA Chapter of Sigma Chi. A ready wit and winning personality will make Claude an asset wherever he goes.

David Michael Bittenbinder “Dare”

Dave Bittenbinder was born in Mott, North Dakota and is a sort of half brother to Don Juan. At 17, he kicked the “mud” off his feet, came south, saw his first tree, got his first haircut, was given his first pair of shoes, and developed a mean hankering for painted women and city life. EJ likes': his beer made in Golden; “Tank” and “Gertie”—a couple of Daddy Buick’s honeys; migratory trips to Aberdeen; Mercurochrome; airplanes; regular fellows; Kentucky sippin’ whiskey; guitar pickin’; Gillette foamy, the North Hall; and a life as pure as the driven snow. Now on the other hand, our hero does not like: haircuts, shoes, hangovers; mixed drinks; settling down- his career Cadet Captaincy; cussin’ and nasty talk; mornings; and traumatic experiences. Driven over what, old soldier?

“Ron”

Ronald Glenn Bliss

Affectionately called “Blister” by his closest friends, Ron has often suffered from European fever and the ski slope blues. After spending four years earning a degree in the sciences (which he doubts if he’ll ever use), he plans to give pilot training a serious go. Realizing that every graduate with 20/20 vision claims to be the world’s greatest fighter pilot, Ron will readily accept either a TAC or MATS assignment if it will take him back to Europe. Until he returns, he merely wishes all his classmates a warmhearted “govno.”

“D”

Darryl Milan Bloodworth

Darryl came to USAFA from the cultural hub of the South, Apalachicola, Fla. His characteristic “y’all,” ear-to-ear grin, and golden singing voice will always be remembered. Easy-going, good humored “D” did everything a “full grown” man could do. Although the smallest football player on the field, his running sparked the Falcon attack. He left his mark in baseball too. The Diminutive Darryl led the nation in home runs in ’64. Rounding out his versatility at excelling, Darryl was a member of the Dean’s team and became a Group Commander. “Big D” returns to the South for pilot training where he is determined to stay single and stay out of SAC.

“Ray”

Raymond Stewart Blunt

MRS. BLUNT’S BOY MAKES GOOD! As a fourth classman here at the Aerospace Motivation and Training Center, Ray was a tall, intelligent kid with a pointed head and good teeth. He struck out immediately with dynamic ferocity toward his goal—to remain a tall intelligent kidwith a pointed head and good teeth. So he went out and easily made the Dean’s List, was picked for numerous wing athletic honors, became the social giant of the age (after a dip in the lake) and turned master mechanic by buying a snazzy mechanical bug that ran 10% of the time. His master accomplishment, however, was his complete avoidance of the military third of Academy life, which stemmed from an uncanny ability to use the terms “this must be a joke” and “yes sir” interchangeably. Ray’s straightforward views, his friendly acceptance of others, and his honest belief in uncompromising ideals will certainly be his saving graces. Chicago accounting and the Air Force are eagerly awaiting Ray.

“Bill’’"'

William Herbert Bode

What makes Bode run? Women, of course, and the path is intricate and involved. Although Bill is an avid skier, he specializes in another type of snow. It’s rumored that some of the best snow falls every weekend in Denver. Bill sometimes finds time for other endeavors such as boxing, and his pugilistic prowess is well known from Boulder to Colorado Springs. He has been on an impressive array of lists, some more impressive than others. With such an excellent background in fundamentals, Bill should successfully master the rigors and crises of graduate school.

Dennis Lee Boesen

Despite being born in Boelus, Nebraska and raised in C aldwel a the honorable Dennis L. Boesen has attained great heights duiing is s or four year stay in the Ramparts. He was further hindered when a pi e\ in^ Loretto Heights female captured him at an age all good bachelors wou frown upon. Even with these handicaps he managed to make the Dean s is seven semesters and the Superintendent’s List once. He also paiticipa e in the Protestant choir three semesters, the Chorale three semesters, the Kai y Committee two semesters, the Professional Studies Group two semesteis, an the Ski Club two semesters. His aspirations for the near future include gra school and pilot training as well as leaving this institution to enter mime 1 atelv into another.

William Henderson Boggs

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A “Buckeye” from Hilliard, Ohio, Bill moved west to USAFA after a year of training for college life at Ohio State. An outdoorsman, Bill spends his weeks resting up for those weekends hunting, skiing, fishing and party-life. Known for his precision-timed landings at the sign-in log after privileges, Bill should be top pilot material, and being an adventurous, speed-loving sports car fan, he plans to transition into T-37’s at Moody AFB in the summer.

John Lawrence Boles, Jr. "Bolsey"

Far from Forney’s Farms comes the world’s original generalstore clerk. Bolsey’s training in the black land prairies of Texas was an odd preparation for Academy life. But with his Texas luck and his Texas line he succeeded. He is counting on some more luck to help him through Purdue University and pilot training, and he is counting on his line to keep him single.

Charles Glen Bolin “C/mcfe”

Coming to the Blue Zoo straight out of the hills of Nebraska, Chuck or “Chuckles” made a name for just being himself. Individualism did not fade into the blue—uniform. A good man with an unusually good head for common sense, he is respected by both associates and subordinates, and has friends among all the upper classes. Chuck got good grades but still found plenty of time (every weekend) to pursue his favorite game (fun) with his favorite ingredients (women and liquid refreshment). Although always falling in and out of “amor,” he managed to make it through as a confii med but eligible bachelor. His big dream in life, other than becoming the world’s greatest fighter pilot when out of pilot training, is to become a millionaire and buy USAFA so it can be turned co-ed. While the word now is “Go Super-Sport,” Chuck will be going places all of his life and will come out on top somewhere.

Jerry Dan Shipp Bolt

Jerry came to the Academy with a keen sense of dedication, enthusiasm, and marriage plans. He now leaves with a keen sense of dedication and enthusiasm! USAFA’s answer to Arthur Murray, Jerry can be seen most week-ends speeding around C-Springs entertaining some young lady or trying for a new record on his way to Texas. Jerry’s greatest claim to fame is his outgoing personality—particularly exemplified in Europe and which results in one’s telling him nothing of a confidential nature. Destined for great things with Uncle Sam, Jerry is bound to find Joy and happiness wherever he goes.

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Richard Arthur Bourgeois

As a product of the quahauging capital of the nation, Warwick, Rhode Island, and after one year at the University of Rhode Island, Dick arrived at the Air Force Academy in June of 1960. He quickly lost many of his “Eastern” ways and developed a taste for the “Sounds of Johnny Cash.” He spent much of his free time during his cadet career on the ski slopes, whenever possible. When he was not skiing, one would see him navigating his white Lemans to C-Springs and the Navajo Hogan. After graduation, he plans to explore the wild blue yonder starting with pilot training and then on to bigger and better things.

Butch

Francis Thomas Brady, Jr.

As “Butch” would say, “This is me before Graduation.”

—Being a world traveler before coming to the Academy, he did not have to explore new fields during his stay here.

—Being versatile in academics, he had the distinction of making both of the Dean’s lists.

—Being a true scholar, he has been known to forfeit leave and field trips for additional study.

—Being a gourmet he had dandy dinner dates.

—Being a true carefree sportsman, he prefers straight lines on the slopes and waved lines in the lodge.

—Being a professed bachelor, it seems strange that he drove an FSC (Family Size Car).

Being such a great guy, it’s been a pleasure knowing him.

“Ticig”

George Harrison Branch, III

George, commonly called “Twig” for unobvious reasons, is from Wright-Patt AFB in Dayton, Ohio. During his 4 years here, he has displayed an uncanny ability to always come out “smelling like a rose” no matter how deep he steps into it. George spent the Fall Semester of ’63 playing “Ramrod” for “Dirty, mean Seventeen.” Often referred to as “the Rock,” we all found out just how fast sandstone disappears when worked on by the talents of a little girl named Pam. Now George and his co-pilot named Pam are looking forward to ATC at Reese down in Texas. A confirmed graduate of the “old school” George wishes to earn his flying pay in fighters.

John Carlyle Breeding

Migrated from Kentucky when he received some education. He learned to read and write rapidly, now speaking English quite well. Not very anstocratic, he was often seen in the fellowship with the working classes at e Navajo Hogan. While at the Academy, he pursued the arts and sciences with dedication whenever he was on the D list. A highly diversified person as well as military, his interests included Saturday parades and Saturday lectures. His hobbies were fewer. Drives a modified Plymouth powerglide with Westinghouse valves and one cut-out. He accepts his role in the USA with patience and humility.

“Brownie

James Harold Brown

As the shortest cadet to ever come out of Essex Junction, Vermont, and for that matter probably the only one, Brownie decided his diminutive physical stature would be best devoted to the Academy soccer efforts. These ambitions were shot down one day when he made the mistake of going on sick call with an ailing knee. Once out of the hospital’s clutches, he acquired a small Renault, a small blonde fiancee, and a big desire to learn to ski. As if these weren’t enough to occupy Jim’s time, he found himself drafted out of a firstie PE class into the varsity fencing team. Through a diligent and resourceful pursuit of the elusive good time, it’s certain that Jim will retain his quick sense of humor and remain one of the last of the real “good guys.”

John Douglas Brown “J. D.”

John came to us from the rolling hills of Indiana after nearly two decades of wholesome corn-feeding. Even though he soon came under the influence of those who would rather “squeeze” corn, he has managed to maintain a sober outlook after four years of constant exposure (of course, being under 21 for threeof the four may have helped). J. D. has always been a firm believer in feminine company whether it’s Colorado co-eds or sparkling senioritas. Flying still remains his first love and indications are that it will be for some time. A quiet, soft-spoken guy, J. D. has always been a good friend ready to help with someone else’s problems. He hopes for a long and varied Air Force career, to include a couple of Latin American escapades.

Mark Llewelyn Brown “Bronze”

Mark, affectionately referred to as “Bronze,” comes to us from the long famous Culver Military Academy. What Bronze lacks in physical size is certainly made up for by his continued max effort. The pride of Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio, is well known in Thirteenth for his motivational art work, his literary proficiency, his hustle on the lacrosse field, but most of all for his infamous “twist” pants. Bronze is often found in the vicinity of Manitou Springs on the weekends; however, places such as the “Tul” and the “Kat” are well within the combat radius of his green A-Healey. I’m sure the future holds a lot for Bronze, for grad school will give him the opportunity to display some ofthe real talents he possesses. Besides—you can wear a muscle shirt and twist pants in grad school.

“P. T.”

Richard James Brown

Nicknamed PT (Physical Training) for his notable distaste for strenuous activity, this upstate New Yorker can be frequently heard asking about new bars or arguing about the more baneful aspects of modern American morality. As a consistent Dean’s List type with a preference for the Social Science, he will have three worries to look forward to as he prepares his Lemans for the trip to Reese: How to avoid marriage, how to find bars in Lubbock, and how to get into MATS.

“Tom"

Ralph Thomas Browning

Leaving his beloved water skis behind in sunny Orlando, Florida, Tom arrived at USAFA wary but willing. But being a loyal Floridian, his lack of love for the local weather situation soon gained him the reputation as the all-time Twenty Second Squadron weather-griper. Carried on the Commandant’s List his entire cadet career, Tom’s natural leadership ability and sense of humor has gained him the much deserved respect of all who know him. Besides being Twenty Two’s Car Committee Representative, Tom is an active member of the Scuba Club and is the CIC (naturally) of the Water Ski Club. Come August, Tom will be seen thundering into Vance AFB in an aqua Lemans with a sweet young bride named Ann. An outstanding cadet, Tom will undoubtedly make an equally outstanding officer, and from all indications, his Air Force career seems very bright. Perhaps it’s because of those stars we’ll be seeing on his shoulders in a few years.

George Henry Bruns, III

George came to the Blue Zoo from the sunny, beaches of California and spent most of his interment wishing that he was back where he came from. His early years at the zoo were marked by a preoccupation with wrestling and rodeo competition, but as he matured, his tastes began to shift toward the more leisurely pursuits of fishing and beer drinking. A victim of the Dean’s propaganda machine, he hopes for a grad school assignment after a year with Systems Command.

“Ben”

Jerolcl Edels Budinoff

Ben, short for Ben-Hur, which is somehow short for Jerry, is a Connecticut Yankee in the Commandant’s Court. He has been on the Dean’s List every semester, on the Supt’s List more than a couple of times, and has been the smallest stalwart on 7th’s “intramurder” murder (better known as Rugby) team for three years. Since Ben frowns on a philosophy of all work and no play, he can never be found around the Glass Palace on weekends. Ben has fallen in love with his Corvette which, he claims, always drives far away from matrimonial trails. His future plans include obtaining his Master’s Degree in Astro, followed by pilot training and on to fighters.

Ronald Lee Bunch

“Ronnie’

Ronnie, the roly-poly bouncing ball from Covington, Virginia, is the very picture of the Southern gentleman who likes his comfort Southern and his belles blond. Capable of rapid trips to Denver and back in Black Beauty, Rook has found that tacos and enchiladas are much finer than all those wonderful weekend meals at Mitch’s.

Malcolm Acie Burgess

Spawned in an Air Force environment, Malcolm started life with his feet on the rudder pedals and built-in stick and throttle coordination. He was weaned on ether and castor oil out in the Pacific, and grew up with glue and paint on his big hands. At the University of Texas, he supplemented his academic diet with glider flying. When we saw Malcolm at the Academy, he was charging into intramurals like a lion—there wasn’t a good free-forall that he missed—and wound up as a walking incision after the surgeons put him back together. There may be a few of his steam pipes bent a little, but there is a lot of fire in the boiler. Right now, his heart is with the White Rocket stick, Malcolm, turbines and burners all in a row. A complete story of his love life, however, would take Page, after Page, after Page! But more about her later!

Hathorne Abbott Burnham “Hap'*’

Raised in the Yankee town of Danvers, Massachusetts, Hap now calls Salt Lake City his home. A thwarted Mormon Tabernacle Choir accompanist, his cheery but off-key whistle has echoed down the gray halls of V-berg for much of the last few years. Well known as the unofficial 22nd Squadron physician, Hap has a certain medical knack which makes him handy to have around for the inevitable cadet injuries and ailments. Although a man of no mean ability with a periodic table and a slipstick when aroused, Hap seems to have spent most of his non-classroom time traipsing across the Rocky Mountains. With mountain rescue and ski patrol as avocations, along with hiking, fishing, and Volkswagening, you’ll always find Hap with grass, rock or snow under his feet.

Lanny Lee Burrill

Lanny came to the Academy wringing the Oregon rain out of his clothes, looking for adventure, responsibility and a dry climate. He got responsibility as a member of the Honor Committee and adventure (or sorts) as King of the Dance Repi esentatives. Larry has steadfastly declined to comment on his third objective but he hopes to find his dry climate, we think, at pilot training this summer.

“Marty”

Mart Hansen Bushnell

As the 19th Squadron Exec, Marty combined the tenacity of the proverbial bulldog with the congeniality of a little Irish bartender (definitely a winningcombination!) to keep others in perpetual motion—and pointed in the right direction. Added to his duties as Exec, he also found/created time to act as Chairman of the Catholic Religious Council, President of the Bowman Club, Secretary of the Foreign Language Division, etc., etc. Somehow or other, he managed a cum of better than 3.00, adding the wreath to show up on the Supt’s List throughout his tenure at AFA. In his otherwise copious spare time, the “old man” conducted time-motion studies—usually concerning the time to stop the motion of a VW on ice—CRUNCH! A steadfast friend, his sincerity and consideration for others is an example to follow. One thing sure, the energy level of the Air Force will definitely soar when Mart pulls into Willy for pilot training.

“Dan”

Daniel Edward Busse

Dan arrived at the Academy in a sheepskin coat with a dreamy look in his eye and several cans of shoe peg corn under his arm. Four years later he left with the corn wrapped in a diploma and a dazed look in his eye. He earned that dazed look by being the hardest worker in the squadron. His entire cadet career was singularly marked by a rare interest in capacitors and an almost total lack of interest in co-eds. His friends could only hope that graduation and its attendant joys would turn him into the type of well-rounded man the Academy produces, but the possibilities are that he still thinks skiing, sports cars, EE, and stag parties are safer pursuits than girls.

"Jerry”

Jerome J. Butler, III

From military high school to the Purdue Seven-Month Master’s Program, by way of Aluminum U., is probably Jerry’s greatest claim to fame. He’ll be leaving about a week after graduation for Indiana and a try at civilian collegiate life. He tried to tell us that he’ll be studying Astronautics, but, since there are no wedding bells in sight in the near fture, he’ll probably be found driving around campus in his little foreign job with four-on-the-floor. Really, a VW is a good car; besides, he can see over the steering wheel. His plans after graduation from Purdue include pilot training and, hopefully, Astronaut training. If he should become one of the Astronauts, he will finally achieve his nickname—“The Space Rat.”

“Pedro”

Peter David Caldarelli

Pete came to the Academy from Raton, New Mexico, after spending a year at Millard Prep School. He’s probably high man on the totem pole as far as “bag time” is concerned, but always says he’s resting up for the weekends. He loves fishing and hunting and will probably someday be one of the “all time great” Monday morning quarterbacks. Pete’s taking up flying after graduation which at the present accounts for 95% of his motivation. To insert the over-used but seldom achieved cliche, “He hopes to get in fighters.”

Alfred Quincy Campbell, III

“Hick

Tennessee’s A1 Campbell represents the type of wide-ranging character who fits into almost any situation. Entering the Academy at an old age after two years at Georgia Tech, he preserved his health for four years by logging 10 hours per day with the blue monster. In his rare waking moments, he was most often seen at the Continental Divide Raceway, the Old Corral, the Hogan, cousin Annie’s in Aurora, Boy Scout meetings on Tuesday nights, and on most of the ski slopes in Colorado. Aborn cynic, A1 was affectionately known by the doolies for a “Campbellism” which erupted when the “Tennessee Hick’’ was inappropriately aroused from bed. Chief among his likes: stealing the O.C.’s trousers, jumping out of airplanes, and skipping chapel. The Future? Pilot training at Moody, then TAC in Germany; ultimately a return to a southeast campus for a couple of years in graduate level Military History.

Angelo Vincent Cappuccio, Jr. “Ang”

Ang, as everyone close to him knows, has a big heart. Coming from Hammonton, New Jersey, via Bullis Prep in D. C., Ang has excelled in both Athletics and in Military Bearing and Leadership. The Department of Mathematics tried early in Ang’s cadet life to disrupt his academic endeavors; however, since surviving their reexaminations, Ang has been able to remain at home for New Year’s Day. Some of Capooch’s most memorable moments were leading lOth’s boxing team to the Wing Championship, walking on the beaches of Mallorca, and trying to tackle Baylor’s Ronny Bull. We wish Ang the best of luck at Craig and hope to see him as a jock flying LABs at Wheelus.

Philip Cardenas “Phil”

After trading CCNY for AFA, the old man from the Bronx spent his next four years re-learning the English language, fighting Academics, eating pizza, drinking anything, dreaming about airplanes, and praying for graduation. Heis the only cadet ever to be written up for “Live turtle, improperly displayed under palm tree.” When he wasn’t with his “ex,” he could be found at the Fine Arts lab, the firing range, the bowling alley, the darkroom, or anyplace where there was something brewing. Nowadays, he can be seen in a little red Valiant testing all the curves between Boulder and C. Springs. After being a long-run lover, he will head for pilot training a “rock.”

Douglas Spencer Catchings “Swarf”

Seventeenth’s own human dust storm, the “Swarf,” blasted in from Menlo Park, California. In spite of the fact that he was born in Chicago and lived in Oklahoma, he swears that San Francisco is the best city in the world. He is also very fond of small people, especially a certain young lady in Littleton who affectionately refers to him as “Rocky.” Besides being noted for his timely contribution of pearls of wisdom, he is also famous for being a sinkable guard. Doug is a true believer in the philosophy, “If it does not fly, it is not worth a damn.” His future plans include pilot training at Webb and Linda.

“( hris”

Robert Laverne Christopher

One of the typical East Coast troops, Chris started out in Albion, New York and decided that he would like to see the mountains. Actually, he must have been trying to get away from half the girls in town since he played the role of an aspirant bachelor for 3V2 years. This lasted only until a girl from New York set her sights on what is now an ex-bachelor. His only other love is a monstrous green machine which can usually be spotted on 85-87 as merely a green blur.

“J. C.”

Jack McCauley Christy

Jack, a native Californian, comes to 23d Squadron after giving the University of California a try. It seems the Douger has many varied interests: women, beer parties, women, used cars, and women. When he isn’t occupied with one of his interests, J. C. spends his time planning for a quiet weekend—BLAST! With four months of restricted activity, Jack’s interests have changed. Anyone for a game of bridge? Jack has made his presence known in 23d Squadron in many ways. He was a member of our Wing champion field hockey team and is 64’s car representative for 23d Squadron.

Joseph Edmund Chu

Joe came to us from Pineapple Land before realizing that he had to wear shoes at a military school. Since his days as Doolie 2229K, he has learned a lot about “the ways of the mainland Haoles.” Today, heis almost civilized. He gladly wears shoes when it’s snowing outside, but watch him when the room is darkened for a lecture or movie; off come the shoes and his tie is loosened. When not locked in the monkey house by the Commandant, Joe made frequent trips to Denver. But rumor is that his real interest resides in San Francisco. Tutu will be entering navigation school after graduation, but will eventually creep into the deeper areas of Intelligence. The twinkle in his eyes, combined with that mischievous smile, makes one feel that he is always up to something, or knows some secret of which everyone else is unaware and he probably does.

“Bill"

William Pelligrino Cioffi

Italy’s gift from Pennsylvania came to Colorado Springs knowing less about the Academy than any civilian in this country. However, a few upperclassmen increased his knowledge quickly and the “Cioff” became a military wonder. Like most cadets, Bill enjoys his beer, women, and sleep; so he could always rationalize not giving the Dean too much time. However, being a physical outcast, he has his ticket to graduate school at Southern Cal. With his ability to make friends and think up all sorts of schemes, he is destined for a successful career.

Mine

Michael Shane Clark

Mike, a cornhusker from the Midwest, hails from Noblesville, Indiana.

On 27 June 1960 he came to the Academy in a bus, but on 3 June 1964, he shall leave the Academy in his swift-looking 1964 Plymouth Fury. He battled his way through the program on sheer determination, and he hopes that he finds it easier on the “outside.” His leave is unplanned, but by late August he’ll be punching holes in the clouds over Reese AFB. Even though Texas Tech is near, he aspires to be in the 2% that remain unmarried for more than a year after graduation.

Robert David Clark “Runsey”

Known by his friends as “Runsey,” he has many attributes. A man of many moods, Runsey’s outstanding contribution to the Blue Zoo was his being named to the All-American Rifle Team his last semester. One of Runsey’s attributes mentioned above is the uncanny ability to work himself into a deep hole and extricate himself almost before anyone realizes his difficulty—no one knows for sure but everyone believes his nickname is Swahili for “No Sweat”!

Robert Francis Clements “Clem”

After roaming the Air Force for a few years, Clem decided it would be more fun flying planes than fixing them. USAFA was a logical stepping stone to a cockpit, so here he came. His four years here have been quite stepping as he just managed to keep one step ahead of the Dean. As long as they don’t have academic pro lists at pilot training, better days should be in store for the old boy.

Charles Clifford Clifton “Chuckles”

Chuckles, the six-foot two body that got brought up short, is a no sweat academic type who never made anything but the Missing Meals list Chas contributed his outstanding athletic talents to Fightin’ Four’s soccer, rugbv and water polo teams. 3 June will see his MGA w/hot cam (his only true love) carry him to the pilot training flight line at Laughlin. Goge Loucke.

John Mitchell Cobeaga

Cadet John Mitchell Charlie Bumaga Parnelli Cobeaga leaves the Cadet Wing with much regret, and the Wing certainly does regret his leaving. He leaves a legend behind that puts Davy Crockett to shame. His deeds of daring and his exploits havemade his name feared all over the world. Charlie, a golfer of the first order and the greatest Winggrub ever, has distinguished himself as being the world’s only living beer barrel. It’s the Air Force as a career for Bumaga, and the Air Force can look forward to a lot of variety.

Camden Arthur Coberly, II

Species: Male; Age: 22; Habitat: “The Rat” and “The Dahlia Home. Cam Coberly migrated to the “Blue Roost” from metropolitan Falls Church, Virginia via Bainbridge Prep School. Battered and broken from “intramurder” and bloodshot and tired from studying (?), Cam has managed to defeat or at least escape from the Dean and all his “mech” anical gremlins. June will find Cam rolling down to the sunny South and Craig AFB in Alabama. His latest love, a 326 (cu)—250 (hp)—3 (sp trans) Lemans, will be his constant companion on his expected trips to the Gulf Coast. No marriage plans as yet but in a year—well, maybe. In the meantime, Look Out ATC!

‘"'Rapid Robert Robert William Coburn

Rapid Robert originally trooped to the “Blue Zoo” from Saint Joseph, Missouri, a garden spot on the picturesque Missouri River. Although still claiming this as home, he has adopted Key West and Vance AFB where he was introduced to his favorite pastimes other than girls and scotch, Scuba diving and flying. While doing copious quantities of the first and fifteen hours of the second, he has found time to be on the Dean’s team consistently, fall in a few oversized sitzmarks, play varsity water ball, build a large, noisy stero, and acquire a sky blue “64” Impala. He is looking forward to a good season of tubing at Williams AFB and a seat in anything that either flys, floats, or glides.

“Al"

Alan Roy Cochrane

Four years ago, A1 left the wilds of Massachusetts for the wide open spaces, bringing with him his “proper Bostonian” accent. Somehow the accent has disappeared, along with his avowed rock status. Despite an unfamiliarity with that evil known as studying, A1 has evaded the Dean’s clutches successfully. He came because he heard they fly planes out here, but, due to certain things called regulations, he is headed for the Intelligence field, leaving the flying to others. June will see him, wearing his LHC sweatshirt, heading his red Galaxie toward Denver.

riou

Howard Jeffrey Cohen

Uncertain of a vocation as a rock ’n’ roll song writer vs a MATS pilot. Howie left the hustle and bustle of the Jersey Coast to make his mai on Colorado and the academic curriculum. Aside from making the Dean s List and hazing the track coach, he most favors driving his bright red Fur> con vertible to Denver and finding a piano on which to set his apricot souis. e future seems to hold Arizona sunshine and T-38’s, after which a McGuire o Europe truck driving job followed by graduate school might be nice.

James Lawrence Cole, Jr. Jack

In June 1960, a short stalwart individual left Wyoming to enter the new life of a USAFA cadet. One of the most motivated men to hit the campus, Jack has so far proven himself an excellent leader in both example and use of authority. He served on the 4th Group staff and was active in the Special Warfare Section and the Professional Studies Group. Jack’s the type of guy who is always available when it comes to helping others. A lover of physical ability, he coached the Freshman Soccer team to a 7-0 season. His future plans involve a trip down the aisle after graduation, pilot training, and then TAC. We’ll miss the growls of this airborne trooper to say the least. The Air Force lost a good cadet, but it gained a tremendous officer.

Glenn Holloway Coleman

This tall (6‘6”), lean (?) (210 lbs.) Texan was born 22 years ago in McKinney (just north of Big D). This “do-it-yourself-fix-it man” has a variety of likes and dislikes. Among the likes are sports cars—TR’s in particular (according to Glenn “the best on the road”). (But, what’s this? Prospects of a family car?); Outdoors (his favorite sports are lacrosse and soccer. He likes both water skiing and snow skiing. His love for the out-of-doors accounts for his love of a well-tanned blonde.) Glenn has an affinity toward wearing his good clothes and prefers to be in blue-jeans. So what are the plans for this “Kowabonga”—spouting graduation aspirant? It looks like marriage as soon as feasibly possible. This will probably follow helicopter training at Randolph and Stead AFB’s.His goal in life is to preserve harmony and happiness at the home front for his how many are there going to be Glenn?

Benjamin Adriance Collins, Jr. “Ben”

Whether skiing, mountain climbing, skydiving, or camping, Ben always found a good reason to “get away from the place.” Not that he didn’t like USAFA; he just felt that spending one’s time here was not necessarily conducive to developing the well-rounded man. Post-graduation plans call for a return trip to Sweden and a career in Civil Engineering.

“Larry”

Lloyd Harvey Colvin

Born and raised in Brooklyn, Larry came West with the intention of injecting couth and culture into the Air Force’s tempered core; a typical Eastern tendency. Larry soon realized that climbing mountains was more to his liking than futilely trying to move them,: and he became a staunch outdoors man. Not content with being an armchair Mark Trail, Larry has been active in the Ski and Gun Divisions, not to mention his membership on the board of directors of the officially unofficial Rattlesnake Fustigation Division. In his spare time, Larry collects medals for the High Power Rifle Team. He also held office in the Professional Studies Group. Larry’s future status as a “rock” (“girls are not military”) has recently been assailed in force and now appears doubtful. His future as an officer though appears long and successful. The attention to duty and the friendly ways he practiced as a cadet cannot but help to benefit the Air Force and those who know him.

"Dave”

David Leslie Colwell

Dave, known to 23d as “Country,” came to us from Ellsworth, Minnesota. This was after spending two “more normal” years at Manquato State College. Maybe Dave wishes he could return to the free and easy life, but he probably won’t because Air Force ways seems to suit his “get the job done” way of thinking. Primarily known for his many “relationships” in C. Springs, Denver, and the greater United States area, Dave won’t be getting married for awhile. Pilot training at Laredo and then a MATS assignment are his immediate goals.

“Low”

Louis Stephen Comadena

Lou, known as “The Wop” by his close friends, is one of the standard bearers of 7th Squadron. Lou gained recognition as a Fourth Classman by introducing the “Yea Silver, Yea Blue” cheer into the Academy repertoire of cheers. Not known as an academic genius, Lou majored in athletics and graduating. Lou, known for his amiable personality, is the last of the big time bankers. He lends money to most any needy soul and has the brawn to make sure it is repaid—with interest. His favorite pastime is making the sixty mile jaunt to Denver to associate with the “coffee, teas, or me’en’s” of Western Airlines. The main complaint registered against Lou by his friends in his taste in music. He likes it “country style.”

“Lee”

Leland W. Christopher Conner

From the runt-sized State of Rhode Island to the grand campus of USAFA in the thriving West came runt-sized Lee. After an extended doolie year of academics during which he thought he would give some instructors a little extra teaching time during the summer, he has managed to survive many an academic battle. So after partaking of the wine, women and song which the West has to offer, he shall venture off to pilot training near the metropolis of Selma, Alabama, in order to relive the Civil War. And thence, a long life as a bachelor in MATS.

Bernard James Cooney

One cadet that still hasn’t learned to speak English is B. J. Cooney, an exchange student from Worcester, Mass. It really wouldn’t be so bad if e weren’t a squadron commander, too! B. J. is conscious of his language du 1culty and has become very defensive about it—in fact, he even resoited o fisticuffs and wound up as the Wing Champ in his weight class for two years running! We have noticed a change in B. J. this year, however, and feel confident that the future will see that he is finally with someone that can communicate with him—maybe she’s his translator, maybe she’s, his guardian angel, maybe she’s his own Jeanie, or something. We really can’t pin it down. What we do know is that she’s getting a really fine officer even if he (1) does speak with a New England garble, (2) is slightly punchy, and (3) is training to be a demand curve specialist. The Air Force needs economists, but this is double-jeopardy!

Wayne Dennis Corder

“Quarter”

Wayne transitioned into the Academy from a life filled with travel, the Army, and Missou U. A real youngster at 24, the bongo beating stereo playing boy has been careful not to let the serene “confinements” of 15th Squadron change his way of life. Throughout his four years, he has continually done battle with the sleepies and the Dean. “Quarter,” who loves fast cars, fast planes, and slow booze will be bound for pilot training when the “big flush” comes June 3.

Anthony Covals “Tony”

Following his size fourteen nose from Edmeston, in the quiet Mohawk Valley of N. Y., Tony set his sights on the windy Rockies and decided he liked it—temporarily. Although he got a bang out of the Rifle Club and the academics, and was no stranger to the star-spangled zoo keepers, hanging onto the Dean’s, Comm’s, and Supt’s Lists tenaciously, his first love is still the roar of a J-79 afterburner, and his second is still a little nurse from near-to-home Cooperstown, N. Y. Besides boasting the biggest nose and the widest grin in his class, Tony made himself known and liked as Squadron Catholic Representative, pipe smoker extraordinaire, and good-guy-at-large. He forges his way into the big, bad “real” Air Force well-armed and optimistic—Air Force, watch out!

Clark Allan Crane “Ichabod”

After years of floating in the Great Salt Lake, “Ichabod” made his way to good ole’ USAFA where he developed into a practicing and confirmed misogynist. Clark has also developed his larynx with four years in the Protestant Choir and Cadet Chorale. You are likely to find him in his room amidst yards of computer output and dozens of pamphlets on how to beat the stock market. With a double major in Engineering Science and Basic Science and with plans of grad school in double E, he hopes to work out mankind’s problems with electronic number machines. Saying: Don’t procrastinate tomorrow if you can procrastinate today.

“Stevie B.”

Stephen Bruce Croker

Carrot-top hails from a long line of true military leaders. Being ninth cousin of the civil war blockade runner, Ashley Mortan “Wrong-Way” Francis —the fastest man in the southern fleet—Steve will definitely seek proper sponsorship in the service. With the great lineage of old AMF, a stranger asking the question, “Does this man hail from a military family?,” should definitely be answered, “Hail, yes!” His career at Tin Wing, where he made the Wing Alpha Roster eight consecutive times, and was repeatedly mentioned on COC special orders for leadership potential, has put himin contention for the MKRS (Mess Kit Repair School) at Hondo Beach, Louisiana. His life motto is summed up in one single thought, one sole idea, “Have faith—Custer did.”

“Cratchet”

Robert William Crowder

“Cratchet” never has been able to do things the easy way. Coming from Panama City, Florida, by way of Bainbridge Prep School, he made great inroads upon Academy records by first completing fourth class year and then working as a “fish” for his Squadron’s “Intramurder” Swimmers. Frequently seen in a ’57 MGA with his current cutie—“lots of ’um—all kinds.” Post release plans after wrangling a BasicScience Major from the Dean is to continue on in Med School after completing pilot training and a tour in MATS. Like was said before, Cratchet never does things the easy way!

Don Wayne Cryer

Don Cryer, the “quiet man from Texas,” says that the education and experience obtained during his cadet career are his most valuable assets. A deeply religious person, Don devoted a great deal of his time to the Baptist Student Union, serving one year as Music Chairman on the State BSU Executive Council. His other cadet activities included Secretary of the Honor Committee, Protestant Religious Council, Aquatics Division, Ski Division, and three semesters on the Commandant’s List. He gave up leave one summer to complete Paratrooper School at Fort Benning, Georgia. His plans for the future include pilot training at Randolph Air Force Base, Texas, and continuing religious activities.

John Houston Cunningham

Drawn away from a lucrative moonshine business in “Keg” County Tennessee by the prospect of flying, John made his way to USAFA via the Prep School. After getting used to shoes and the otherrefinements of civilization, he settled down to become fairly successful in the fields of study, fencing, and keeping off the confinement list. Not discouraged by being grounded and despite a few close calls with members of the opposite sex, John plans to give his all to the Air Force as a Bachelor Civil Engineer.

“Butch”

James Loyd Curd, Jr.

Butch has the dubious distinction of being one of the Wing’s few professional cadets, having begun his career seven years ago at that famed Indiana institution, the Culver Military Academy. His warm personality and industriousness have won him many friends and the honored position as Third Squadron Commander. Weekends will usually find Butch and his sunfire red Lemanssomewhere in the vicinity of Denver, and more often than not at Dunton Hall, C.W.C. After graduation, he will be heading for Vance and a year of action-packed flying. As for what Butch will be doing after pilot training—all we can say is “Look, Look, Look, see ‘Spots’ go’.”

Jerome Thorpe Daley “Jerry”

Jerry, a professional student, hails from Rocky Mount, North Carolina. Having spent a year at the University of North Carolina, and another at Bainbridge, Md., he decided to reform and try the AFA. Much to his dismay, the reform was a little more than he had anticipated, but this didn’t bother him long for he soon met a young lady who tamed him more than USAFA ever could. Jerry, although lacking in size, more than compensates with strength and an undying spirit. He was a wrestler for two years, then switched to Gymnastics and became number two man on the still rings. This is quite an accomplishment since Jerry had no high school gymnastics experience and did not start training at the Academy until his junior year. Having almost won his long fought battle with the Dean, Jerry now looks forward to graduation on the 3rd of June, marriage on the 4th, and pilot training in August.

Charles Franklin Davis “Chuck”

Chuck came to USAFA as an exchange student from that great Republic which he claims gives foreign aid to the U. S.—Texas. Always a Texan, he had never been out of the state until coming to the land of aluminum and glass, and swears that Granbury has never been the same since he left. After doing battle with the Dean, avoiding AOC’s, and getting his share of bruises from intramurals for four long years, he is ready to return to the Lone Star State and become the nucleus of the new R.T.A.F. (Republic of Texas Air Force) at Webb AFB. Chances are that as each weekend rolls around, you’ll see Chuck and his pride and joy, a new Sting Ray, stirring up dust between Big Springs and Lubbock, and if the bells of matrimony ever chime, you can bet it’s one of those sweet Texas lasses ringing them.

James Joseph Davis, III “Jim”

Jim finally saw the light after a wasted childhood as a Navy brat and headed for the wilds of Colorado. Here he has divided his time between studies and sleep with studies winning by a wide margin. Working hard until the last, Jim finally eased up and ordered a new Sting Ray. His Navy heritage calls for a girl in every port. In spite of a summer at Fort Benning, this confirmed bachelor should go far. He hopes to begin with pilot training at Moody

“Jay”

John Joseph Davis, Jr.

Jay is a service brat who points to Virginia as home. Following the tradition of his father, Jay plans to build his life around the service. Even though Jay hasn’t had the easiest time with academics, he has found plenty of time to become interested in numerous activities. If he wasn’t working on the Polaris, he could be found packing a parachute in the hall. Jay may not be remembered for long as the editor of the Polaris or as a sky diver, but he will be remembered for his easy going manner and his ability to get along with other people.

Demps

Robert Edward Dempsey

After much research, we found that there really is a town in Texas called Floydada and Demps did live there. He came to the Academy with the intention of doing nothing in particular and sueceeded marvelously. An excellent athlete, Demps was on the gymnasties and golf teams as a freshman, but the pull of the OF Blue Monster became too much for himin later years, and he resigned himself to doing an outstanding job in intramurals. His unconquerable humor brought many of us laughing through the tough periods in our cadet careers. After graduation, and recovering his super sport from a certainkooki tycoon, Demps will head back to Texas and pilot training where his cool head and natural ability should bring him through with flying colors.

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John Denko, Jr.

The madRussian from Trenton, New Jersey, made his way to Disneyland East after a year of intense study and conditioning at Leheigh University. Known to his friends as Denk, Squid, or #!?*-, he was a varsity swimmer and actively participated in squadron intramurals. In addition to his academic achievements (he made it!), Denk excelled militarily by being placed on the Commandant’s List numerous times. After remaining an eligible bachelor for his first three years, Den became no longer eligible his last year and graduation will find him and the new Mrs. Denko heading south toward Moody AFB and pilot training in his new Impala sport coupe.

Guy St Germain Dennis

Easy-going, amiable Guy left the University of Wisconsin to bring his many talents to us from Milwaukee. His love of flying soon found him chasing the wild Colorado winds through the sky, and president of the Aero Club his last two years. A lover of academics, Guy made sure the curve never got out of control by fighting for a place on the Dean’s “D” List semester to semester. The Bowling Club kept him busy on Friday evenings, and then on the weekend, when not plagued by “D-itis,” his powerful 40 HP VW carried him to Colorado Springs for a little relaxation. After graduation, it’s off to Europe followed by an undoubtedly top notch performance at pilot training and a successful Air Force career.

Dale Delano Desmond

Coming out of the California desert from a place called Palmdale, Dale enrolled in USAFA University and has been on the Dean’s team ever since. His favorite recreation is sleeping, and he is presently tied for second place in the number of Sleepies crushed. He also specializes in trading cars and is now on his third, a tri-service Valiant convert. On rare occasions, he can be found studying, especially when problem sets are due. His future plans inelude matrimonial rites to a young lady by the name of Pattie, and then it s off to West Texas for some stick-and-rudder time.

“Rotmann

William Patrick Dickey

“Rotmann” has declared his independence one of the few sandstone Rocks left the court jester is just fine kiss it off marriage is for other people has all the qualities of a good liter has quite an ear for business can I stay in your apartment? So you’re a conservative attunes to conversation that allows for sarcasm Remember! you’re top soldier in this outfit has acquired the fineart of alienation member of ANTI good-bye

Gary Yates Dickinson Roadrunner ”

Gary came to USAFA from the scenic beauty of the Great American Desert near Del Rio, Texas, via a two-year layover at the U. of Texas. Although an Engineering major, his true interests are in Literature of the Western (Abilene, Dodge, etc.) World and Philosophy (Hedonism). Known for his speed in getting out of tight spots, “Roadrunner” was a devotee of good food and fun weekends. Gary plans to end his Colorado exile by again returning to our second largest state to go through pilot training at Reese AFB.

Davirl Ernest Diefenbach “Die/”

A “Big” man from a small town, Dief displayed those undefinables that compensate a short stature with high goals. Considered one of the “somewhat motivateds,” he rated six semesters on the Superintendent’s List, served as Vice President of the Engineering Society, worked for two years on the diving team, and snow-plowed through four years in the Ski Club. Showing an interest in Astronautics, he looks forward to pilot training, Aerospace Pilot School and perhaps Astronaut Training. With his natural ease and confidence, readiness to smile, conscientiousness and ability, new MGB and co-pilot Barb Dief can look back at highly successful cadet career at USAFA and a bright future in the USAF. s

“Terry”

Terrence Lee Dillon

A native of Girard, Ohio, Terry is just as quick in putting down an opponent in the boxing ring, a scotch-and-soda, or the top to his convertible. Being Number One of the infamous “Magnificent Seven” drinking club entitled him to a four-month season with the Varsity Drill Squad. Despite this, Terry has spent all four years on the Commandant’s List—one or the other. An ardent student in the late hours of the night in his room, he is also an ardent sleeper during the daylight hours in his classrooms. As a member of the Professional EthicsCommittee and of the Operation Easter staff, most of his spare time is spent in helping others. Biding his time until graduation on the tennis courts or the golf links, Terry dreams of his graduation leave to be spent in Europe, and pilot training at Moody AFB, Ga. (At least there’s green grass!) After a tour in the cockpit, it’s back to school for a Master’s Degree in Aerodynamics to find out why that plane really did stay in the sky.

Harald Osvald Dogliani

The “Wop” managed to survive a birth in Columbia and the freeways of California long enough to squeeze in four grand and glorious years at TJSAFA. Athletics were not his forte, but the physics department went insane trying to find new courses for him to take. When they run out, Harold will be off to C.U. for some more at graduate school. The only problems he worrys about are his Dave Brubeck record and Lois, but always veni, vidi, vici.

Paul Francis Dole

Paul traveled west of Buffalo, New York, for the first time in his life to come to the Academy. Once here, he couldn’t get too interested in academics but enjoyed doing almost anything else. Chess, bridge, and trips to Denver head the list. After graduation, he hopes to exist through another year in the West and learn to fly egg beaters. Then he wants to get back East as far as possible and stay there.

“SptcA”

William Marr Douglas

Coming north from Belen, New Mexico, Bill has earned himself the nickname “Spick” in his four years at the monastary. Driving a 1964 Chevy Super Sport, Bill is an avid fan of whiskey (or wine), women, and western music. Bill was President of the Rally Committee of 18th Squadron. Athletically, he likes the rugged sports like football and rugby. Bill plans a big Air Force career as a fighter jock after graduation.

Lee Alan Downer

Lee, one of the intellectuals of Black Jack Squadron, has been active in organizing one of our more enjoyable gloom period games—skiing. As pres ident of the ski club, he set a new record for wiping out the most peop e while falling off a poma lift and developed a new method of attracting waitresses’ attention. He made both of the Comm’s lists and has shown grea ingenuity in improving relations within the squadron, particularly among roommates. It is because of his untiring efforts that the 21st has established the annual Lee A. Downer Memorial Award. After graduation Lee plans to go to Moody for pilot training.

Ronald Billy Drinkwater

“Blinky”

Ron hails from Prairie City, Oregon, where the biggest trees, fish and girls in the country grow. Blinky’s chances for great academic achievement were shot down by a threatening ulcer, and he now channels his efforts into tackling the toughest ski slopes in Colorado. He plans on developing his skill at hunting, fishing and water skiing down in Georgia while he learns to drive airplanes on the side. Ron is a no-sweat type person whose only real problem now is towing a boat cross country behind his MGB.

Joseph Edward Driscoll

“The Shadow’s Song

I am beside you, now.”

—Amhurst

Above the world is stretched the sky—

“The world stands out on either side

No wider than the heart is wide;

Above the world is stretched the sky— No higher than the soul is high.”

—Millay

If anything is said with words, the image can be ruined. But two poems may and will represent an entire universe.

John Michael Duffy

Duffy, commonly known as New Jersey’s gain and USAFA’s loss, arrived ready to set the Academy straight sporting four inch ducktails and a beat-up guitar. The “Teaneck Terror” realized the value in obtaining vast quantities of education. In fact, he applied for, and received, permission to attend the 1961 summer school session at USAFA. The Duffer holds the all-time record for the number of lost Saturday nights, set during the dark ages of his junior year with 17 consecutive un-remembered sign-ins. Duff held different intramural records though. He never lost anything, discounting the few times the referees were paid off by his opponents. Duff still found time to make the Alpha Roster four times, be a member of the German, Ski, and PSG Clubs and sing (called something else by the choir director). Duff is going on to pilot training and if the past indicates the future, when Duff finally goes operational, all U. S. coins will undoubtedly be changed to read “In God We Better Trust.”

Brett Mason Dula

Brett came to the Academy as an Air Force “brat” with high goals and ambitions. Today he still has them, and his special forte in academics has made him one of the foundation stones of the class order of merit. His final score after four years of work is three turn-out exams, six Commandant’s wreaths, one Class III, a max in the PFT, and a Wing championship in boxing. Pilot training at Craig AFB is his first assignment where he should set new records in ATC. Brett is truly a top man and will be a definite asset to the Air Force. Good Hunting!

Ron

Ronald Eugene Dullen

After a memorable four years at the Academy, Ron launches what promises to be an even more memorable Air Force career. With a brand new wife and a “slightly used” Sting Ray, he will take his first step when he enters pilot training at Webb. Woolrich, Pa., can be proud that there was never a cadet with a more competitive nature than Ron, and this quality alone will stand himin good stead in his chosen field. The perseverance with which he attacks a job, the seriousness of his convictions, and his innate professional ability all add up to an easily predictable career of distinction for Ron. Here is an officer who will always be respected as a member of the United States Air Force, just as he was when he was a member of the Cadet Wing.

“Rog”

Roger Benton Dunn

Quiet, dedicated, well-mannered, Rog seems to mirror the time honored characteristics of his English blood. And like the “gung-ho” British pilots of World War II vintage, he can’t wait to get an airplane strapped to the seat of his pants. Rog has acquired several loves in the last few years: athletic love—gymnastics; “won’t” love—mandatory chapel; first love—leader of the Mormon cadets; new love—his white ’64 Lemans convertible; love love— an English girl, and finally his future loves—pilot training and astronaut school. Now, with his education (most of it) tucked under his belt, gold bars on his shoulders, his girl by his side, and a strong desire to get ahead, Rog confidently steps out into his future.

“Harles”

Harley Harold Dupler, Jr.

Hoping to enter the Marine Corps upon graduation, “Harles” or “Dupe,” claims he is to remain a bachelor until he can afford to get married. His only love besides the Marine Corps is a ’64 Pontiac convertible, which despite rumors is not olive drab. The only thing of recognition he claims is serving 60 confinements 1st semester of doolie year without the aid of a Class III.

Richard Wall Durbin

“Rich”

Rich came to the world of glass from Missouri and could boast of his first privilege after only three weeks of basic training. He developed the art of signing out to perfection during his remaining years, staying at the Academy on weekends only long enough to serve confinements collected foi signing in late. His weekday major was getting through. His weekend majoi was a pretty Denver miss. The future will find Rich in the OSI.

Patrick William Durick “Pat”

Our beloved “Porp” came to us from South Nowhere, North Dakota, with lofty aspirations of becoming a doctor. After a few years of minor surgery and tonsil lubrication at the Hogan, Pat switched to a major in Fun and Carousing, together with a weekly 9 p.m. cross-town dash through Denver. Pat’s greatest need in life will always be a huge supply of cigarettes to help him maintain his neat and slim figure. Pat is still undecided as to his plans after graduation.

Julio Abelardo Echegaray “Tito”

Tito came to the Academy from the warm Caribbean Island of Puerto Rico and found himself faced with the task of learning a whole series of languages besides English. The Struggle began with calculus and extended through a triple semester campaign of mechanics, finally coming to an end in the Physics Department. As if this wasn’t enough to dampen his zeal, the snow drifts and zero weather of USAFA winters reminded him that hell must surely be a cold place. In spite of the adverse environment, Tito has come through the four years with only minor scratches and along the way has contracted a penchant for Colorado Springs girls and the dream of someday owning a TR-4. Graduation will see Tito travelling to Del Rio, Texas for pilot training and perhaps a pause by the altar on his way into the astronaut program.

ThomasErnest Eggers “Eggs”

After a year at Wheaton College, “Eggs” came West to take advantage of all the “privileges of Colorado;” however, not without the gal from back home. His innate ability to handle the basketball is one of his outstanding qualities in the intramurder department. Tom’s other activities have encompassed almost everything from after-taps jaunts with the AOC’s jeep to that of 7th Squadron Commander. Naturally, he has excelled in all of these endeavors—even the Dean has smiled at his academic achievements. After July, Tom can be found learning the flying business at Reese.

“Rusty”

Clarence Lewis Elder, Jr.

If you see red hair among the Class of 1964 in Sixth Squadron, you’ll know Rusty. Although he is soft-spoken, he is considered to be a hard worker. Academically, he has been on the Dean’s List half the time, and is mainly interestedin Astronautics and Foreign Languages. He also finds time for such varied activities as the Professional Studies Group and theSki Club. Photography and Hi-Fi should also be included in his interests. For the future, he sees a career as a pilot of a single-engine bird and a Master’s in Astronautics as his primary goals. As for marriage, he is still looking for that “one and only.” Moody AFB is his destination after graduation.

“Rick”

Richitrd Holt Ellis

Rick, our comrade who freely expresses his non-conforming ideas to varying degrees, came to USAFA after a successful tour of beachcombing at Ocean City. Leaving the girls in Philly, his twin brother at the U. of P., and Bainbridge too he began his career at AFA as a model, engineer, boondoggler and cadet. As a model he was ushered into the fashion world under the auspices of Seventeen which has now culminated in the Rick Ellis Fan Club. As president of the Engineering Society, Rick has gone on more “official” trips thanalmost any other cadet. Rick is known for his generosity too. What other cadet would order a steak at the Playboy Club and ask the Bunny for three forks so he could share it with two friends? On weekends, Rick can be found almost anywhere: schussing down the ski slopes after snow bunnies or illegally soaking up rays in the quadrangle. Rick’s ambitions include pilot training and law school, for which we are all pulling for his success.

“Jim”

James Douglas Erickson

“SkinnyJimmey” as heis affectionately known by Lynne, that gorgeous red head from Spokane, Wash., is beyond a doubt the best pole vaulter the AFA has seen (Have there been any others?)

Notwithstanding his ’vette and gold tooth, Jim is one of the nicest guys you’d like to spend a confinement with. Shortly to be leaving the wonderful skiing and K-lounge for sunny Arizona, Jim looks forward to T-38’s and (cross your fingers) test pilot school. What AOC would not even think of our boy doing anything wrong? I can’t think of one. Not to be daunted by his inane inability in academics, Jimbo has a 3.5 and a 79 on the golf course.

“Erk’*'

John Howe Erkkila

Everyone in Poison, Montana knows “Erk”—all 2000 or more of them, and they have a right to be proud of him. Coming straight into the Academy from high school with his red cheeksand all, he has won the right to go on to Purdue upon graduation to earn his Master’s degree in Astronautics. Staying up until all hours of the night studying, much to the chagrin of his roommates has paid high dividends and will surely pay even higher dividends in the future. With the combination of brains, competitive spirit, and a desire to succeed, “Erk” should have a fine career in the Air Force.

James Wayne Evatt

“Wabbit”

Just four years ago, Jim left the cattle ranches of Wayne, Oklahoma, and headed West for the Academy. He apparently was dissatisfied with the wild life at Oklahoma U., and after a year there, he decided to pursue the moie serene life at the Blue Zoo. His Super Sport opposed this type of life, however, and he had to settle for a happy medium between the two. When his studies weren’t beckoning him, “Wabbit” found enough time to excel in intramurals, especially basketball, and Denver-type extracurricular activities. After graduation, Jim’s immediate plans call for marriage to a sweet little girl from California and then pilot training, two ingredients which he hopes will launch him into a successful career as an officer.

Christopher Neilson Fach “Cris”

Whether Cris came within these walls voluntarily or forcibly as an exportee from “sunny” Santa Monica is still subject to debate. Whatever the case, his cadet record has been admirable—tarnished only by the fact that he failed to receive membership in the Commandant’s Varsity Drill Team during his four years. Despite valiant efforts, he managed to avoid the Commandant’s List only about 50% of the time. Majoring inT.V. and golf, he contributed vastly to the Squadron Academic Rating. Cris and others like him has made Tranquil Twelfth what it is today. We fear that it will never be the same without him.

Gabriel Richard Faimon “G«be”

Gabe’s college career started with a two-year “tour” of the coed campus of Kansas State before he came to the windswept campus of Aluminum U. To keep his many interests alive, he worked out majors in International Affairs and Military Management, along with being lOth’s Honor Rep, a member of the Catholic Choir, the Forum, the French Club, and the Gun Club, while finding some time for the Dean’s List and reserving time on weekends for his prime interest-driving a bronze GP. A native of the Great Plains around McDonald, Kansas, Gabe plans to return to the plains after graduation, heading for the plains around Vance AFB for pilot training.

William Stephen Fairhurst “Steve”

Steve, the Virginian, claims Falls Church as his abode, as does his twin, a ’63 grad. Steve can usually be seen every weekend piloting a Lemans on 85-87 to Denver. You’ll find him at his leisure doing almost anything, whether its listening to good music or in the company of a particular young lady. Somewhat a connoisseur of fine foods, he can usually be found among the best dressed at the better restaurants in this area. Steve served his last semester as a Flight Commander in “Evil” Eighth and has had a rewarding four years at Aluminum U., as exemplified by four semesters on the Commandant’s List. Being a member of the dance committee has allowed Steve an opportunity to make many acquaintances among the far reaches of the Wing. Immediately after graduation, Steve looks forward to revisiting Europe among other things. Pilot training is Steve’s first step toward a future that can hold nothing but success and that is as it should be.

“Mar/f”

Lewis Mark Fant

In 1960, ground hog day was in June; for it was then that Lewis Mark Fant, better known as “ground hog,” emerged from the booming metropolis of Boonville, Ind. to trek across the country and enter the monastic halls of USAFA. Mark brought with him a quick wit, elevated shoes and old jokes (Hoosier Humor). Not always seen, he could always be heard from his position in C Flight for four years. His autocratic way made him seem like Napolean at times. A Dean’s List member for 3 semesters, he is a reported expert in Mechanics. Failing utterly as a rock, he built a shock tube before proposing to a Buchanan. Mich. lass. With his new Chevelle, his new wife, and his car payments, Mark will be traveling to Vance for pilot training. With the hopes and drive necessary to attain the wildest (a Corvette in a year), we see Mark as an I.P. in ATC and then going into Aerospace Research Pilot School. Small in stature but large in heart Mark will be an asset to any organization. The AF and the lass from Michigan lucked out.

“Doc”

Aubry Lynn Fargarson

Rhodes scholarship candidate, topnotch debater, honor student, Ethics representative—all these phrases apply to “Doc.” Judging from the above achievements, it would seem Doc must be a book worm; however, nothing could be further from the truth for Doc prefers to spend call to quarters logging many hours of TV time. Following graduation, Doc will either head down to Reese AFB for pilot training or spend a year in Buenos Aires chasing unsuspecting young senoritas under the guise of doing research while on a Fulbright scholarship. While at the Academy weekends, when he is not debating or serving confinements, his time is best spent in cruising around in his Lemans convertible. Doc’s tastes lean toward beer, the Beatles, wild sport clothes, and even wilder women. Look out world—here comes Doc Fargarson!

Matthew Howard Feiertag

Matt became a rebel in many ways during his four colorful years at USAFA. His main area of rebellion was the realm of acadermcs, where he spent more time battling the Dean, on academic probation, on more deficiency lists, than the average flight. His other main rebel area was falling in love with the South and disowning the North, despite having the misfortune of being born and raised in Yankee territory. Always putting the military aspects of Cadet Life first (far ahead of academics), Matt was the first of Eighteenth’s eight “Airborne” firsties. As for the future, this Rebel has no plans to “attach” himself to anything but his Sting Ray and, hopefully, TAC fighters after pilot training, and hopes for a long, operational career.

“Gerry”

Gerald Harry Felix

A few years ago, Gerry stumbled out of the woods of Northern Michigan and journeyed first to Millard Prep School in Oregon and then to the high Colorado Rockies in hopes of getting a view of the world that had previously been hidden by trees. Although he has viewed most of the world through a T.V. set watching Gillette Razor ads and the game of the week, he has also caught glimpses of the scenery while driving his MG at Mach 2 between the Academy and the Kachina Lounge. While he gained fame in Michigan as an outstanding high school athlete, his football prowess also became known to many on the intramural football field. He also gained fame for being the only skier in Colorado with one red ski and one blue ski and for owning a nair of stretch pants which he grew out of two days after buying. Before goi lg to pilot training, Gerry plans to return to Ramsey, Michigan, and marry and old friend named Sandy. Good Luck, Sandy!

“Sam”

Samuel Prestley Finch, III

It is said “a man can be either a swimmer or a lover but not both.” Sam, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pa., is one man who has proved the saying wrong. Successfully splitting his time between swimming and academics, he has, nonetheless, never missed a weekend out on the town. Though conscientious and determined, he is never averse to pursuing his natural taste for beer and a good time. Those swimming team trips were really the life, hey, Sam? Come June and graduation, Sam will continue to follow his natural tendencies in a somewhat modified manner, and as a married man, head for Moody AFB and his second love, this T-38.

Daniel Frederick Fink “Dan”

Dan hit the Academy from Arlington, Virginia. It took a little time for him to get used to the upperclass cries of “no kidding?” and “Yea, look at his name tag,” but it was really no sweat. Not exactly renowed for his love of studying, Dan has punched it out with the Dean for four years like the rest of us. He has always been a rebel and a frustrated sports car driver with a souped-up VW which could be seen heading for town between confinements on Saturdays and Sundays. After graduation, he’s heading for Craig AFB for pilot training and to look over the southeastern girls. It’ll be Look Out Alabama come 21 August.

Janies Vincent Fiorelli “Jim”

Jim comes to the Academy by way of the University of Virginia, Sun Oil Company, Allied Kid Company, Delaware State Unemployment Agency, and Bullis Prep School—in that order. The Delaware Branch of the Mafia put the pressure on the Falcon Foundation to give him a scholarship, and he co-captained the Freshman football team. Fi will leave his ’57 T-Bird grounded and plans an around-the-world tour after graduation. A year of good work at Webb AFB, and Jim should be TAC’s first representative from “The Corner.”

Rupert Gary Fisk “Gary”

Alaska’s gift to the rest of the Union, Fourteener’s own whiz-kid has established the remarkable reputation of being a veritable walking encyclopedia. Many a doolie has become acquainted with him through the phrase: “Don’t bother to look it up in the library,just drive around to Cadet Fisk.” In view of this, it is not surprising that Gary’s academic record shows him in the top ten of the class with two majors, a single semester record of 34 credit hours and 127.5 quality points, and every history course offered under his belt. Along with this academic excellence, Gary has demonstrated an enormous capacity for work-one semester adding duties as Group Training Officer and Contrails Editor to his normal heavy academic load. The first dragon he plans to conquer with his great sword of knowledge is flying training at Willy; then watch out Air Force!

Bruiser ”

Bruce Louis Fister

Being the human muscle that he is, Bruiser’s efforts were naturally directed toward the strong-arm side of life while at the Academy. A product of the Cincinnati streets, he turned toward the more civilized activities of tree climbing and vine swinging while holding down a top spot on the gymnastics squad. Not to confine his brawn to USAFA, Bruiser was turned loose on the Army, and while earning his shiny jump wings, he also wrecked havoc on the Airborne Program. With a tough attitude toward life, an ability to lead men, and thedesire to excel, Bruiser should make a forceful impact on the Air Force. But despite his outer toughness,, there’s a soft spot in his heart reserved for his high school sweetheart, and the future sees Bruiser, the fighter Jock, tearing up the skies and sweet Melissa left at home trying to lift the dumbbells out of Junior’s crib.

“B. G.”

Barry Gene Flanary

B. G. hailed originally from Sooner land, but now calls home Torrance, California. He was known as the lady-killer and the uncrushable rockin the beginning, but the inevitable happened during his overseas field trip. Tackling the Dean and his henchmen for four years was an arduous task for B. G., but he managed to fare well even though the “Blue Monster” received quite a bit of attention. Upon graduation, he will be taking Linda and his new “Poncho” to Webb AFB where pilot training and Linda will then receive most of his attention.

Rich

Richard Lee Flechsig

The only person in the world with a camera permanently attached to his hand: that was Rich. Whenever there was any action, there was “Scoop” with his camera. When he was not sneaking around taking pictures of people asleep at their desks, being thrown in the showers, or in compromising situations at parties, he could be found going from room to room borrowing records.

“Tapes are much cheaper than records,” he said, particularly when you can borrow records!” What might be dubiously called his greatest achievement is being the first graduating cadet to be married in the chapel. After counting the days for 3V2 years, Karla finally got him up the aisle. After a month of leave, Rich and Karla will depart for Webb AFB for pilot training. Following graduation, Rich hopes to become an instructor pilot.

Janies Howard Fleming

With a Steinbeck or Hemingway novel always at hand, Jim has kept us well aware that there are English majors in this technical institution. Hailing from Marblehead, Mass., the heart of New England, Flem has sought academic excellence in his courses, especially in English and Law. Jim’s most memorable moment as a cadet was in Munich, Germany, where he witnessed the German Police in action. With a future at/in the bar in mind, young James is off to Procurement School and a promising assignment to Southern California. We want to wish him the best of luck in getting that law degree and maybe someday Jim will be the head of the Air Force’s Judge Advocates.

William Grover Barringer Flood Hill

Out of the steaming Miami everglades came Bill “Flash” Flood to set up his used car lot. Unable to decide which car he liked most—he bought them all! Claiming ownership to at least four cars, he was especially proud of his little red jeep. On Saturdays, he was down in the gym claiming first on the long horse, free exercise, or any other of seven gymnastic events, but on Sunday, he could always be found in the mountains “jeeping.” Next to girls he liked “jeeping” best. However, it seems that a young damsel has plans for Bill which do not include a jeep. Pilot School and housekeeping are in store for him, but maybe he can get an airboat squeezed in there someplace.

Terrence Frederick Flower “Terry”

Terry, who bears a striking resemblance to Davy Crockett, can oft be seen stalking the plains and mountains in quest of rattlesnakes, deer, “Old Granddad,” parties, and girls. After nineteen years of living on South Side Chicago which rendered him an expert marksman, Ter is a stand-out on the Hi-Power Rifle Squad. His one year at the University of Chicago convinced him to do the most radical thing possible: come to USAFA. Graduation will see the Great White Hunter at pilot training and later hunting with an F-104.

James Theodore France “/im”

Jimbo is a fair-haired Buckeye from the “cultural hub of the Midwest”—Tiffin, Ohio. He forsook the environment of jam-packed activity, and faster than a speeding VW bus, entered USAFA— another jam-packed environment. Throughout his tenure here, Jim has found himself on both the Dean and Commandant’s Lists, a surprise to none who know him. The proud owner of a light blue T-bird (“The Funeral Pyre”), he has cut quite a swath on the Colorado social scene, especially at C.S.U. Jim heads for Reese AFB to continue hazing the Air Force with his bachelor status somewhat in question.

Donald Bradford Frazee “Fras”

How many people from Sebastian, Florida, would spend an entire day digging aroundin the Miami Public Library for books on locks? Fraz has spent a lot of time around here proving anything can be fun, and that even the “D” List has its points. To maintain his reputation as the greatest RC drinker, he practices to endless hours of “Johnny Day,” which he sometimes intersperses with Tom Leber singing the Periodic Table in C Major. After his absolute-minimum-energy, three-impulse transfer to graduation (turn- outs, 01 Fesday, and spring leave), he will take his four simultaneous proper military haircuts, his string supply, and his Fortran IV sliderule (with internal 300-hour power supply), teleport to that Jag in the lower lot, program it for computer school via Beth El, and blast.

“Al”

Alfred Lionel Freathy

A1 came to colorful Colorado from sunny Mississippi handicapped by a year’s work at Mississippi College. Four years in Yankeeland have not changed this true rebel, who still prefers southern co-eds, entertainment, and cooking in that order. Always an outdoor man, A1 generally spends his weekends hunting or fishing. He usually comes back with a hangover. This June, A1 will throw all his worldly belongings into his new Sting Ray and head for pilot training and a special girl.

“C.T.Y.”

Clarence Tau Yuan Fung

Born and raised in the 50th State, C.T.Y. left the warmth and greenery of the isles to seek greener pastures at the Blue Zoo. “Colorado,” is has been said, “is a privilege to live in” but, the only things C.T.Y. found were 101 shades of brown and the Cold Cold. Undecided as to his future except that it’ll be Air Force for the next twenty years, C.T.Y. hopes to be back in graduate school in the near future via the Base Engineers.

“Mike”

Michael Joseph Galbreath

This easy-going Hoosier gained a burden of unsought acknowledgment when he earned the dubious distinction of being the first in his class to deploy a parachute pack. Not until his 2nd Class year, when a deer remodeled the First Classman’s car he was driving to the Commandant’s house, could Mike match this feat of prestidigitation. Known to all by the ultra-descriptive nickname of “Pinkie,” this standout gridiron performer has tried vainly to develop his arms and neck to match his magnificent legs. Always willing to dispense his boundless charm, Pinkie has become a familiar sight on the Loretto Heights campus plucking the choisest specimens from a bounteous crop of maidens. After his longawaited graduation, Mike anticipates a fulfilling assignment as a bachelor civil engineer in sunny California.

Gary Parke Ganong

Gary, the arch-conservative, came to us compliments of the Staten Island ferry. When both hands aren’t on a slipstick or around a pillow, he can be found behind the wheel of the Brown Beast as he putts his way to town. On weekends we find Gary at Colorado College where he and his fiancee conspire a June wedding. His second love, Mechanics, will lead him to graduate school at Michigan.

Raleigh Aracelio Garcia

Raleigh hails from Galveston, where he very early acquired the Texan s appreciation for the finer things in life. Always fond of fine food and good music, Rag manages to remain unattached although he never lacks delightful feminine companionship. His accomplishments range from outstanding memher of the Wing poker club (without ever being caught) to 11th Squadron s Commander. After entering USAFA with wide experience in the social graces, Raleigh continued to develop his talents by giving up one of his home leaves to participate in extended training in Mallorca. Prior to graduation, Rag had to make the tough decision between marriage or a new car— he is anxiously looking forward to his new Sports Coupe and the thrill of a Moody AFB T-38.

Billy Blaine Garrett

“Squadron Hot Rod”, BB Garrett did his best to flunk out and to kill himself and others in his Air Force blue Tempest. As a holder of such auspicious ranks as element member and cadet first class, BB imparted tremendous motivation and knowledge to the fourth classmen. Billy isn’t long for bachelorhood after graduation. His future plans also include flying school.

George Francis Gates, III

George came to the Academy from California with an open mind and eager to learn. However, he was never able to understand the outdated regulation which frowns on sleeping through formations, and thus many of his weekends were spent at the Academy. During these weekends, he could often be found with scalpel in hand and wearing a gas mask delving into the inner workings of a dead fish or other not so sweet smelling animals in pursuit of knowledge which he hopes will lead to an M.D. degree. With his earnestness and initiative and a wife to help him soon after graduation, we should expect that it won’t be long before we’ll be calling him “Doctor Gates.”

Joseph Anton Gili “Joe”

Roaring in from the ski slopes or Denver in his big Bonneville, Joe set new records for close sign-in times, usually on time. His favorite sport is water polo, followed closely by skiing and partying. Finding time for some studying, he is a regular on the Dean’s List with a 3.03 cumulative GPA. After graduation, he is heading for Moody AFB in Georgia where, after flying, he is anticipating a heavy schedule of water skiing and skin diving in the Gulf, a mere 200 miles away.

“Mike”

Michael James Gilliom

When Mike had taken all the Aero and Astro courses he could find, he began formulating courses of his own and finding some instructor to teach them. Yes, and his grades are excellent; Dean’s List every Semester.He’s always been willing to lend assistance to anyone who needed it and has helped many people. Cal Tech is hopefully the next stop for more schooling, and for insurance, he is taking a pretty school t'eacher from Maryland with him. During his free moments, Mike loves skiing and good jazz. He must have finally learned to like floor buffing, too, being last but not least to rate the SML.

“Jerry”

Jerome Alexander Gittlein

If anyone were to ask Jerry what he learned or achieved during his four year tenure at the Academy, aside from his vast academic and military achievements, his answer would justly and of necessity allude to his many weekend social engagements, and the correspondences he carried on with the “fairnesses” of the Denver countryside. The one-time small-town Kansas man with a carefree smile, determined temperament, golden tongue, and mellowed bass voice tenders his convictions of bachelorhood, for all its advantages. Although the after-hours have been spent thus, Jer has won acclaim as one of the sharpest cadets to graduate in his class. He was on the Dean’s List and the Commandant’s List for seven semesters. He sang bass in both the Chorale and the Catholic Choir throughout his cadet career. With aspirations of flying after graduation at Vance AFB, Jerry has spent his last semester of “Wheeler-Dealing” in an Impala. If any cadet in the Class of ’64 has wasted his time, it certainly hasn’t been The Big Go Gitter.

Phillip Ahrens Glenn

The Road Runner couldn’t write Form 10’s very well. He didn’t have a “proper military haircut,” and he couldn’t even scream at Doolies like a good little cadet. All he could do was play baseball, drink and root for the Sooners. On top of that—everybody, everywhere liked the hell out of him. It’s obvious, isn’t it?— a total military failure.

“Johnny”

John Lee Golden

While not perfect, Johnny “Mississippi” Golden approaches the Academy ideal of fast, neat, average, friendly, good, good. Johnny is the “almost” guy in Fightin’ 4. He has almost made almost every list the Academy has to offer, and almost always failed to do so. After an ankle mishap, he switched his double major in field trips and skiing to a single major in C.W.C. Consequently, he has changed his plans for post graduate sampling of European products, solely to the area of one of the finer Nebraska exports. Arriving at pilot training with his pretty wife, new convertible, and empty bank book, Johnny plans to somehow overcome his sorrow of leaving USAFA, Aero Labs, and Mech quizzes.

Roy Carlton Good

Born only a few years too late, this South Bend product is still bent on slipping the surly bonds of earth by whatever means available—preferably atop and hopefully ahead of a distinctive oil cooler scoop. It looked for awhile as though the Air Force had found itself a motivated electronics technician with a garage full of home builts until the scheme developed and the Glass Cages had itself another internee. Never one to slow down, Roy s projects developed from mass escapes during Hell Week to a dedicated plan to thwart the Dean’s policies. Other extracurricular activities finally caught up with Roy—a Sunday afternoon often found she and Roy off looking for that ’51 with two seats. Graduation will find the two of them headed for Craig, T-37’s, and a career that will be a definite asset to the Air Force.

Jeffrey Blair Gordon

Jeff came to Alcoa U. from State College, Penn. After a brilliant career as a high school “hot dog” and, on the side, a cross country runner, he decided to apply his talents toward being a cadet. Everything went fine until an upperclassman told him to run his chin in, then he became disillusioned. For three years, he was known for his sarcasm, but just recently this attitude has changed. Now all we see is a red TR-3 heading toward Colorado Springs to pick up a girl named Carol. He is going to fly jets and live a hermit’s life at Webb AFB until next December when he will join the ball and chain crowd.

Robert McMahan Gower “Bob’'

Tennessee’s Bob Gower symbolized the conservative Southern Gentleman for four years at the Academy. Commander of the Third Group and Secretary of the Ethics Committee, he was active in the Cadet Forum, the Professional Studies Group, the Protestant Studies Group, the Protestant Choir, theSki Club, the Sports Car Club, the Aquatics Division, and the Mountaineering Division. He was named to the Superintendent’s Merit List seven times. Graduate school at Georgetown, pilot training at Williams Air Force Base, and several years with the T-38 look like progressive steps for one of the best men in the Class of 1964.

Donald Douglas Graham “Don”

Although Don hailed from the coal mines and steel mills of Pittsburgh, Pa., he could usually be found trying to wrangle a hop to the West Coast. His record of two years on the “Varsity Traveling Squad” was almost unequaled. A firm believer in the old adage “Any time in ranks before assembly is wasted time,” Don could always be seen shaving in his skivies while everyone else was making a last minute dash to ranks. As the official 16th Squadron Hogan Rep, Don put most of the miles on the blue bomb heading into town. However, on some mornings an astute AOC could have observed Don leaving his private spot under Fairchild on his way to the planetarium for his Astronomy class. His future plans include marriage to his West Coast sweetheart, and pilot training at Webb AFB, East Arm Pit, Texas. Don will be remembered as the bestest and baldest of the good guys.

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James Lewis Graham, Jr.

Jim traded the Blue Ridge Mountains of Radford, Virginia, for the Rampart Range. And after four years he realizes that the grass isn’t always greener on the other side of the fence. But the grass on the Ramparts will for sure look greener in a rear view mirror. Jim’s thirst for knowledge hasn’t been completely quenched by USAFA and weekends find him heading for Denver and tutoring. The future is a little uncertain between pilot training and AFIT except for one thing: and her name is Sandy. His guiding light of faith and hope these four years has been a neon sign blazing forth with: “I shall not pass this way again.”

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Ralph Howard Graham

Hailing from a small mining community on the Western Slope of Colorado, this young lad decided to become a member of the Aerospace Force. Better known to his classmates as Ralph “Ohm Perry Mason Shakespeare,” Ralph has had a constant battle with academics but has always come out on top. Well liked and respected by his classmates, Ralph always stood high in his class and found his efforts rewarded by being First Squadron Commander. Along with his intramural prowess, Ralph is one of the last “great white hunters” who always gets what he aims for. His future plans upon graduation are to make some young lady happy and tear up the wild blue yonder.

"Johnny”

John Walter Graves

After maintaining a steel grip on the reins of the Rincon Rangers for two years, “Peepers” came to Colorado’s biggest tourist attraction in search of greater challenges. Johnny’s first two years in the Ramparts were devoted to developing military acumen in 3d Squadron, then he transferred to the greener pastures of 2nd Squadron to work on the poise and polish required of a topnotch communications officer. This electronic genius has established himself as a foremost authority on reproduction units and is considered the hottest catch of the Communications Service in years. In his spare time, after catching up on sleep and scrutinizing recent stereo catalogues, Johnny likes to tinker with this “Big Chief,” perfect his skiing techniques, or carouse around the Colorado Springs area. After a year of school in Mississippi, “Peepers” foresees that an overseas assignment will best enable him to spread himself about the Air Force.

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Richard Curtis Gray

Coming out of the hills of San Francisco, Rich headed East in search of the good life. Somehow he got sidetracked and wound up at USAFA. No one except Rich has had cause to regret the mistake, however. A faithful member of “Evil Eight’s” Goon Squad, this unlikely Wop has managed to do a lot of things well—athletics, socializing and even a little studying. Wary of all forms of entangling alliances, Rich has managed to elude lovelies from Hong Kong to Mallorca. Being the flashy Californian that he is, Rich bought himself several loud sport coats and a yellow convertible and is now silently ticking off the days until graduation, after which he will be heading for pilot training at Laredo AFB on the Mexican border—still in search of the good life.

“Mike”

Michael Norman Greece

Leaving behind that small fishing town on the East Coast known as Boston, Mike ventured westward seeking the new frontier. Unable to get in with the local Colorado natives (female), he settled down for a four year battle with the Dean’s men broken up only by soft singing, fast dancing, slow skiing, loud singing, slow dancing, folk singing, and a ’64 Sport Fury W/“Class”! The life of a few parties and the death of many previously good jokes, a wit to strike your fancy is one of his more important net assets. Del Rio, Texas will accept him for pilot training after graduation unless he should disappear in the dunes of Cape Cod this summer.

Gaylord Bruce Green 4 ‘Gay”

From the mountains of Montana and the sunny skies of California, Gay came to USAFA after two years of preparation. But once accepted, he seemed to have little difficulty with the academic load, getting a star more than once. Future cadets beware, for some day he may be the Professor of English. Although involved in many midnight escapades (along with radio programs) throughout his cadet career, Gary never fell prey to the long arm of Regs. It is certain that Gary’s easy-going manner will win him many friends and much respect during his career.

Raymond Lawrence Greene “Ray”

“So thou, through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.”

Wm. Shakespeare

Can any other man in ’64 claim to have fought on Porkchop Hill? While the rest of us were still in ducktails, 01’ Ray was protecting the frontier with the U. S. Army at Monterey. Lending his mellowing wit to the 10th, he has come to be considered a father to many of the boys. If one were to visit a cultural center of Colorado, he might see a tall, reserved gentleman, apart from the crowd in quiet dignity. Occasionally, laying aside his cane for ski poles, he relives the boyhood experiences in Porkchop, Michigan. Then too, hehas sought the acquaintance of various of the region’s sophisticates, coming to be loved by many.

William Leo Greenup “BiR”

Bill is a smiling cadet from Shelby, Montana, who is commonly known as the Cadet Wing’s answer to Arthur Murray. The only problem we foresee for him is being able to afford the night life of L. A., especially on a lieutenant’s pay. Along thelines of marriage, he hasn’t chosen any special girl yet, but he seems ripe for snagging. Bill has had an off and on fight with the Dean’s List, missing by a toothskin a couple of times. Athletically, he is well blessed, possessing among other honors, the squadron bowling championship. The future should be bright for this good natured cadet, and his warm friendliness will always be able to calm the most savage beasts.

“Fred”

Frederick Drew Gregory

Fred, a damn Yankee from Washington, D. C., always has a kind word or two for his Southern friends. So far as he is concerned, D. C. is the only city worth being from. Before coming to the Academy, Fred went two years to college, but college only made him a reactionary. Nevertheless, Fred has done well for himself as a cadet; he has been a member of the 1964 class committee, a terror on the intramurals field, and a member of the Dean’s team (both teams). Fred excels at softball, rugby, table tennis, and heckling. He is also an avid sports car fan, but his impending marriage to a pretty hometown D. C. girl has forced him to give up his TR-3 for a large automobile. After graduating and becoming a happily married 2nd Lt., Fred is going to chopper school at Randolph AFB, Texas. After that, who knows—maybe one of these days Fred will save one of us from a fiery crash.

“Grif”

Evan Joseph Griffith, Jr.

C/Maj. Griffith from Ada, Oklahoma, went to Cow College, OSU, for a year before he decided to drag his chain to USAFA. Keeping himself in a military situation as often as possible at the Academy he tried to have only one “True Love” at a time. Grif had a hard time at the Academy keeping his head from growing through the remaining meager amount of his hair. Joe was both First Sergeant and Squadron Commander of the Terrible Twenty. He was an example of military bearing and motivation for the underclassmen to look to. Airborne Marvin, with his ’64 Corvette that hasn’t moved under 80 miles per hour yet, plans to attend pilot training and become Chief of Staff bv 1970. His motto? “DROP!”

“Ron”

Ronald Vernon Growden

A Deep South type who is lucky enough to call Florida home, Ronhas exchanged the sea shore for the mountain peaks for these past four years. Definitely envied because of his musical talent, Ron has applied himself to the Choir and Chorale, with profit accruing to the Wing and the general public. He found a good niche as the squadron social chairman, complete with equal abilities in tending bar or playing his guitar. A frequent visitor in “Baby Blue” to Denver, Ron rounds out his time during the week as a member of the “Gentlemen’s Average” club. The time spent has been profitable in terms ofthe opportunities presented; he has accepted many and learned from them. The future begins at Webb AFB and should continue throughout a rewarding and successful life.

Guy Dennis Gruters

A native of Sarasota, Florida, Guy is one of thelast supporters of a sound fiscal policy and a policy of total annihilation for anyone that touches an American citizen or insults us. To him Goldwater can do no wrong and is this country’s last chance to prevent moral collapse of the nation through fear of nuclear warfare. He is known for getting perhaps too interested in girls wherever he goes and is very much in love with skiing, history, judo, tennis, skin diving, archery, and a Chevy Super Sport. After Purdue and pilot training, he wants to help win in Vietnam and then become a test pilot.

Lawrence Glass Gunn

“The Gunner

“The Gunner,” a true son of the South, is completing his first five year program with Uncle Sam. He spent a year in the Army prior to going collegiate. His interests center around mechanics and include motorcycles, Cadillacs, and guitar strumming. Not to be forgotten is a certain young lady in Colorado Springs who will become Mrs. Gunn ASAP! Content to leave flying to the birds, “Gunner” will complete civil engineer training at WrightPatterson AFB before going to Carswell AFB for his first station.

Richard Hilton Hackford “Dick”

Although born in Texas, Dick entered the Academy from Wiesbaden, Germany. At the Alcoa Palace, he added skiing, flying, rugby, and cars to his basic likes of girls and beer. Academy and military excellence earned him a position on Group Staff and an Engineering Science major. Interest in the Air Force led him to editorship of the Aerospace Newsletter and chairmanship of the Professional Studies Group. For Dick, trading the T-craft for a T-37 and Rebecca are first on the list of post-graduation objectives.

Robert Jack Haley “Bob’'

All smiles and good times is First Squadron’s sole representative from Tennessee. Although temperamental at times, Bob is undoubtedly one of the friendliest guys going. Without question, he is the best ping-pong player, best dancer, and certainly the best looking guy (next to Mike Miller, that is) in First Squadron. After a drink or two, he is always the life ofthe party. Bob’s impact on the Academy has indeed been unique; he has tried to transplant that Tennessee atmosphere and environment into Colorado, but these Westerners aren’t used to operating in slow motion. His slow drawl and favorite expressions, however, never cease to humor his classmates and enhancehis amiability.

Donald Charles Hall “Don”

Don, who hails from Lake Tahoe, Nevada, came to the Academy after serving 2Vfe years in the Army. After a rather slow beginning, he clung stubbornly to a slot on the Dean’s List and its accompanying privileges. From the time that Liz, his financee, moved to Colorado Springs, they could be counted on as regulars at Squadron and Academy functions. If one takes time to look beyond Don’s quiet facade, he will find a pleasant fun-loving person. His favorite pastimes range from playing bridge and listening to classical music to swimming, tennis and driving his ’64 Tempest. Following graduation, Don will have ten days of bachelorhood before his wedding in Washington D. C. Next on his list is punching a lot of holes in the sky around Reese AFB.

“Ken”

Kenith Virl Hallmark, II

After some trying experiences with the Dean’s Men, which included two Christmases and two summers at USAFA, courtesy the Econ Dept., four semesters of academic probation, numerous turnouts, and an academic board or two, Ken has managed to achieve a passing G.P.A. and take full advantage of first class privileges. (When he can keep his Lemans out of trouble). Two years in the Chorale and B. P. choir, two years of tennis, a midnight ride (w/frozen fingers) up a Mach two flag pole, and getting “fired” on the staff tower have made Ken quite well known among his classmates. June brings graduation, marriage, and a trip back to the Lone Star State for “flying lessons” to this thin-haired, blue-eyed Texan.

“Ron"

Ronald Paul Halloran

Disqualified from entering pilot training, Ron will head for James Connally in his red Corvette to teach those J. C. instructors what he learned in Navigation 402 at USAFA. Then, after adjusting to living with only one car and learning to keep his car and himself off restrictions, chances are he’ll be seen back in Denver now and then visiting Anne. After participating in freshman baseball and cross-country, Ron began an intramural career highlighted by his 2nd place in the Wing open squash championship as a First Classman.

“Yogi” Vernon Handel

“Yogi Bear” we called him. He came from a small farming community in South Dakota after he decided to leave his tractor and try his wings. Yogi has always been a vital spark for First’s intramural teams, and he was a good help for those who were in dire need of aid in the four-year battle with the Dean. Never one to really raise the roof at parties, it seems that Vern will calm down even more after graduation as he enters pilot training with a new bride, and grim determination to do well.

“Chuck”

Charles Handley

Chuck left the warm sun drenched beaches of Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, to enhance the grandeur of the Rampart Range with his nimbly corpulent frame. Bouncing from activity to activity, he is a veritable fountainhead of campus politics. The Honor Committee, Commander ofthe 12th Squadron, and the life of an ambitious bachelor have all made Chuckles a weary lad and now he hopes to settle down to flying T-38’s and the life of an ambitious bachelor lieutenant—much more restful he feels.

“Pat”

Patrick Clell Hardee

Pat Hardee (DP to his friends) came to AFA from nearby Denver and promptly made a reputation for versatility. As a nationally ranked gymnast, he did things on a trampoline and high bar that his 6'2" frame shouldn’t have allowed. Artistically, he wrote most of the script for the first two annual Bluebard performances. Academically, he stayed high in his class in Engineering science fields, and in his spare time did everything from teach Sunday school to gold prospecting and water skiing. These and other various talents should take Pat a long way in the Air Force in his chosen field of (ridiculous, isn’t it?) helicopters.

Larry Wayne Harris

“Haire”

Larry, who decided to grace USAFA with his presence in June of 1960, now calls Denver his home. He soon distinguished himself in all areas of cadet life, on the intramural fields, in the classroom, and in uniform. He was a golfer of considerable note, and he soon became known for his prowess in the squash courts. After graduation, he plans to drive his blue Grand Prix to Laredo, Texas and fly airplanes.

Edwin Lee Harvey “Harv”

The son of an Air Force family, Harv’s career started in Kearney, Nebraska. During his first hardship tour (Aluminum U.), Harvey discovered girls. He was one of the first in Fightin’ Four to go down the tubes. Guiding Ed’s career at USAFA is his second love, digital computers, the mere mention of which brings a sexy leer to his face. With his rug and personal blanket, to say nothing of his carpenter shop lacking only a Shopsmith to be complete, Ed claims to have the most practical room in the Wing too bad his AOC never saw him in action during his numerous confinements. With Ed’s organizational talent, coupled with his interest in computers, he is bound to go far as a career officer. Look for him as head of Systems Command in about 23 years.

John Carl Hauth

Baby John’s interests are manymany girls, many apartments, many cars, many arguments Yankee by birth, Rebel by choice, he enjoys ski diving, skiing, and Jack Daniels. He’s quite often caught dissecting his biological specimen. Weekends can find him anywhere from the nearest party to the golf course. Word has it that John Dillinger is his favorite hero, but the reason for this conveniently escapes us. Could be he’s a Southerner too. We’ll always remember him as our doctor, but we believe his secret desire is to be a veterinarian. After graduation, John will head to medical school and a career as an Air Force doctor. We’re still not sure, though, as a doctor of what.

“/Yea/”

Frank Neal Hawkins

University of Illinois’ loss was USAFA’s gain as the academic whiz from Phoenix managed to complete two years of seasoning before escaping to this winter wonderland of Colorado. Neal has been active on weekends and ODP’s including various proprietorships of interesting business ventures. Neal’s record of never having served a Class III through intelligent evasionstands as an enviable goal. On the brighter side of things, Neal has excelled in academies, being placed on the Dean’s List by hard, industrious work and intelligent evasion ofhard courses. His favorite pastimes besides sleeping are: detective stories, vodka, Marlboros, his tape recorder, and his girl, in reverse order. Come June the order will stay the same as Neal heads for pilot training at Moody AFB with a new wife, a new commission, and a new Pontiac GTO.

“JHarl"

Richard Earl Hawley

Harl came to AFA after two years of military prep school in New York with every intention of tearing up the Math Department. There was a little question about who tore whom though, so Harl altered course slightly and attacked Econ with a vigor. Convinced that he’s finally seen the light, he plans to put in a seven month stint at Georgetown with his ’64 ’vette, (his 2nd love). The rifle team will miss Harl’s fine eye, but it seems likely that a certain “Miss’ will get a little more attention come 3 June.

“Rog"

Roger Carlos Head

Big Rog came to us from the wilds of Hollywood, California, after a year at Stanford for some of that good Colorado weather and a spartan education. After four years of both, he is now ready for Arizona, T-38s, and a little red Corvette. Roger’s most memorable experiences here include a summer in Europe and four years of basketball under Coach Spear. We say good luck, Roger—keep the T-38 high and the Sting Ray low.

“Johnny"

John Patrick Hehman

Johnny came here from Cincinnati, Ohio and, with stars in his eyes like most of us, planned a flying career in the Air Force. At first, he had to overcome the powers of the Dean, but soon he found his academic niche in the social sciences. During his last two years, however, his former aspirations have faded away. After graduation,Johnny will be headed for Procurement School and then, hopefully, an assignment on our eastern shore. Perhaps a little extra schooling may occupy some of those hours. A wealth of experiences will not soon be forgotten. Also, a sparkling Irish lass will soon share in those lovely visions of grandeur.

Donald Roy Heide “Don

Don was an outstanding performer at any job he jumped into as his record well shows—Class Secretary, Captain and most valuable player on the soccer team, Ethics rep, Squadron Commander, and an outstanding academic record. On top of all these achievements, he will probably be most remembered by fellow cadets for his quick and probing wit—ready for any occasion. Although Don is eager to settle into the family man role and finally use his hard-earned USAFA home-making degree, he will be tough to hold back to simply enjoying the sedate life.

Jimmy Le Roy Heisz

“Jim”

After many long fights with academics, it appears that Jim has made it. This future pilot hails from a farm in Wisconsin where his time was passed in hunting and fishing. He left himself time during his sojourn at the Academy to do some fencing and riding. The last three years-were spent in the more gentle clutches of a young lady from Colorado Springs by the name of Inge.

William Todd Helmich “Bill”

A “nebbish” from Wapato, Washington, is destined to be “outstanding’’ wherever he goes. So it has been with Bill whose propensity for food and weights has resulted in a reputation far beyond the confines of the Eighth Squadron. Not satisfied with only this notoriety, he has also done an excellent job in the Dean’s “egghead” factory where his favorite subjects have been Physics and Math. That’s pretty good for a guy from “Wapato.” All of this leads to his plans on graduation which include paying for gas for his ’64 Corvette while attending graduate school in Physics. Even a “rock” such as Bill should have trouble staying that way under those conditions.

Kenneth Moritz Helmig “Ken”

Ken is a battle scarred football veteran from Maryland’s sandy Eastern shore: a place called Salisbury. Having taken on USAFA’s many academic departments “en masse” and won, Ken will soon do battle with* Laughlin’s instructor pilots. He’ll be assisted by a pert new wife who is a good cook to boot. Ken might be found doing many things from playing a hard game of ball—it doesn’t matter what kind—to pouring more beer into one human being than seems humanly possible. So, with an eye on flying anything that will get airborne, Ken departs USAFA, West Texas bound.

“Ferg”

Fergus Henderson

After having struggled against the powers that be and having fought his way to the top in class standing, Ferg has turned his attention to the next obstacle confronting him—the uniquely coincidental problem of owning an immoble ’52 MG, and having a gorgeous blonde waiting for him a mere 2000 miles away. His remedy? Marriage of course! Owner of the “body beautiful” of Fightin’ Four, Ferg has demonstrated his athletic prowess in many areas, from weight lifting to skiing to varsity lacrosse. A June 20th wedding, Virgin Island honeymoon, and MIT, along with a new Super Sport await this anxious young man. Small wonder he is chomping at the bit when he sees what the world has to offer him, and when the world sees what he has to offer it!

“Mike”

John Michael Henry

“Stee” came to our wind-swept campus from the corn fields of Illinois and a thriving metropolis called Roodhouse. He had high hopes of acquiring a major first in basic science and later International Affairs, but outside interests forced him to change to majoring in graduation. He has been very active in contributing to Second’s “intramurder” teams throughout his tenure. Following graduation, Mike will aimhis T-Bird South to enter pilot training. Accompanying him will be someone extra special bearing a ZTA label and calling the U. of Illinois her alma mater.

“Tom” Thomas Roger Herbst

Although no one can actually remember when he had hair, Tom was bright and bushy when he entered the Academy from Park Falls, Wisconsin, four years ago. Little by little each problem wore a bit of the foliage away, so he is now obviously a master of the athletic, military, and academic programs. (It took three years and 3V2 square inches behind the temples to conquer the latter.) But as a sacrifice to success at school, Herbie was forced to limit his extracurricular activities (cars, women, clubs, the Kachina, and pretending to be a rock). Soon Reese AFB will be contending with this young fellow whose - ahem - mature looks and tastes will be buzzing half the State of Texas.

“Jim” James Thorald Hermanson

Jim has been kind of an academic straight-laced military type during his stay at the Zoo. From his 3.61 as a doolie to being selected for the Georgetown International Affairs Master’s Program, he has gotten along with the Dean’s shop. Although accused of being a student, he sweated being military too. A stubborn and somewhat inflexible individual in military operations, during his First Class year, he was both 4th Group and 24th Squadron Commander. As in other undertakings, he “played” intramurals hard and to win. The water polo team he coached to the ’64 Wing Championship can attest to his being a hard driver and competitor. Not the bachelor type, Jim is one of those few who is marrying “the girl back home,” Barbara, a lovely University of Nebraska graduate. Often disgustingly practical, his quiet manner, conservative dress, and black ’50 Chevy (it’s paid for) deceptively typify him. for he is dynamic and consistent—he gets the job done.

Konalrl Samuel Hershel

“Ron9

Ron comes from San Francisco, California, leaving a mild climate to study at the wind-blown AFA campus. With such vast experiences as picking dates in Israel and climbing the cliffs of Dover, “My Son” says the only answer is skiing, a dependable car, and a dependable woman (if one can be found). After surviving the last semester even without PJ’s, Ron is looking forward to “real” campus life after graduation.

Allen Forrest Herzberg, Jr.

“Sally 99

One of the more cosmopolitan types, Sally came to the Academy with the idea that it was time somebody made a few improvements in this Air Force. However, all improvements had to be made before Taps. Two years later, he decided that better things could be found at one of the local institutions on the weekends. Even with such a demanding schedule, he still managed to win many of the Dean’s and Supt’s decorations and rise to the revered ranks of the 12th squadron sports car drivers. Never one to be one-sided, Sally was able to mix his romantic pleasures with the more manly activities of this fine school. After the big day in June, he is headed for grad school, but don’t bother to ask for a ride because his Austin Healey will be filled. It is rumored that Systems Command already has a new airplane for him to build.

George Merritt Hess, Jr.

The man with all theold Aviation Week copies is how he is known to all the doolies in the 23d Squadron. To them he is the final authority on any hardware in the Air Force. Entrance into the Academy in the summer of 1960 was the realization of a longterm dream for which he came well prepared. His present plans call for heading toward a career in Systems Command. He is, by no means, planning on going it alone among all those imposing missiles. A certain blonde girl from Southern Germany is rumored to be thinking seriously of going into Systems Command also. The main problem is a certain black Corvette with a shiny red top.

David Imel Hickman

“Dave 99

Dave known to a few as “Imel Baby” comes from the Hickman Clan in Arlington, Virginia. His career as a cadet was fulfilled in his last year when he became an honorary member of the 12th Squadron TV Watchers Society. Having attended one year at Virginia Polytechnical Institute before coming to USAFA, he is more than looking forward to new surroundings. Proposed surroundings include pilot training and graduate study in Nuclear Physics.

“Greg”

Gregory Gerard Hildebrandt

Best known member of the New York Athletic Club West, Greg became sidetracked in a Colorado gym four years ago, after he was informed by the properly constituted authorities to “go west young man rapidly” (leave town!). Arriving and leaving with an attitude problem in academics, he quickly found that he was best able to adjust to that other aspect of cadet life, and announced that his real home was not Vandenberg Hall, but rather locker number 3318 of the cadet gymnasium. He arrived with only a smile. We find him leaving (still going West) with his ’64 Sting Ray, skis, golf clubs, swim fins, javelin, and squash racquet, hopefully toward L.A. where his “whole man” training has best prepared him. We all wish him the best of luck in what will be the beginning of a very successful career.

“Tom”

Charles Thomas Hill

Born in Boone, Iowa, and moving successively to Oskaloosa, Montezuma, and Pocahontas, Tom evidently developed a craving for a place he could spell and came to the Academy. Throughout his four-year term in Eighth, this charter member of the goon squad has demonstrated his effectiveness in a variety of areas, ranging from Vicki, Joyce, and Dina through Linda, Suzy, Karen and Cathy, to Carol, Cammy, Betty and Marty, in no particular order. Though generally a non-sweater, when it comes to girls, he always seems to have his hands full. Something of a paid killer in “intramurder,” Tom played football under the theory that a good loser is a loser, and occasionally may be found in his room, picking old teeth out of his forearm. After graduation, the Academy’s loss will be transferred to Craig and pilot training, with weekend raids on the Gulf Coast colleges.

“Hink”

James Frank Hinkel

Hink, although spending less time on his subjects than necessary to fill an academic professor with the warm glow of paternal satisfaction, has managed to maintain a passing average, and at the same time have a good time. He probably won’t ever be a Dean of Faculty but probably won’t ever want to be. He leaned more toward the physical, beginning with doolie football and ending on all league teams in intramural football and rugby. After two trips to the hospital, he learned that boxing was a thing to be avoided, and so spent his last two seasons as a coach and a referee.

“Parke”

Ellwood Parker Hinman, III

Hailing from White Swan, Washington, land of teepees and firewater, Parke took the Academy by storm. From the very beginning, the athletic records crumpled under this guy’s abilities. Playing everything from football to basketball to track to baseball, Parke was only limited by the number of seasons in a year. Athletics have not been his only interest. Making the Dean’s List a couple of times, Parke still managed to devote considerable time within the “blue folds.” Parke’s three years of partying at Washington State gave him an initial edge on his more innocent competition for the favors of Colorado femininity. As of late, however, old age has taken its toll, and his activities have been more limited. The sounds of lashing whips sometimes accompany him on his many voyages to Colorado Springs.

John Martin Hoffman

One ofthe shorter members of '64, John set out from the start to prove that height wasn’t everything. Being of Pennsylvania Dutch descent, John naturally lived up to his heritage by applying himself diligently in all areas and continually striving for the top. The results proved most satisfying, being named to the Superintendent’s List seven straight semesters and reigning as Squadron Commander of 12th for the Fall Semester as well as the Ethics Rep. Athletics numbered among his many abilities, shooting on the Varsity Rifle Team and wrestling for two years. John spent some time looking over the Colorado female population, but abruptly became domesticated during his third year by a certain Denver girl named Sally. His Lemans will no doubt hold the mileage record on 85-87 for the infinite number of trips to Denver. Future plans include a June wedding in the Chapel, flying training at Reese with his new “co-pilot,” and an eventual return to graduate school. His confident air, ready smile, and easy nature will continue to be assets in providing the Air Force with a fine officer.

Charles William Hoilman, Jr. Bill

This handsome face belongs to that “martinet,” Bill (alias Chuck, alias Willi, alias Oilcan) Hoilman. Bill, renowned as a party boy and lover even after a lovely young Miss moved out from Vermont so she can keep an eye on the prodigal, has developed many intimate friendships. He plays rough, tough lacrosse and soccer, but manages to look so innocent whenever the Ref glances his way. Bill has only one real weakness: he is snowed by Deutschland and anything connected with it. This is a real fine rationalization for his huge consumption of potent German beer. This also explains his infatuationwith Frieda, his VW, and why he runs around in those silly short leather pants. After an exotic German honeymoon, Bill looks forward to going to the colorful Texas desert for pilot training. He also likes apple pie (dutch apple, of course).

Michael Robert Holcomb “Mike”

Born a military-type, Mike was just naturally destined to enter USAFA from the land of both Sting and sun Rays. Mike brought his California-grown Irish disposition to these hallowed aluminum halls. Finding a few moments free from relentless pursuing of the local pulchritude, he managed to make both the Dean and Comm’s Lists, continually striving to improve his academicsand being a firm believer in all theories of curve riding. If his Fulbright to Spain doesn’t come through, the “Haircules of 17th” will soon be headed for Reese AFB, where he’ll probably continue pulling Uncle Sam’s chain.

Charles Holder, III “Charlie”

Sometimes accused of being more interested in objects with four wheels, four cylinders, and a stick shift than in notably softer objects with long hair and skirts, Charlie claims to have garnered more trophies from Denver area sports car clubs than any other boy in blue. Ofttimes caught in a quandary between going skiing or entering a gymkhana or figuring out how to make a fast buck by organizing a “gigantic sale,” the Delaware Wonder usually manages to come out on, or at least near, the top. Famous for having progressed through four years of academic and military endeavor without making ANYBODY’S list of any sort, ever, he is looking forward to pilot training at Moody and a cockpit job wherever the mighty IBM machine decides.

“Gerry”

Gerald Lee Holmes

Gerry detoured through L.A. before arriving from Texas, but once here he could always be found. He is the original 14th “sack rat” who got up to go to class and drive his Corvette at “other than reasonable and prudent speeds.” His monastic existence at the ramparts was more than offset by some unbelievable leaves that were concerned with various blondes, brunettes, and redheads. Gerry will always be remembered for his quiet manners and June Week activities. His future plans call for a tall blonde and pilot training.

“Will”

Willie James Honea

Will, with soldering gun in hand, came from just about any place in the U. S., mostly Texas. Having decided that academics in general was no sweat, Will took on an unholy battle with the E.E. Department just to show them how it’s done. He’ll be winning as long as he doesn’t electrocute himself first. Driving ambition, settling down with a cute, dramatist of a wife, and becoming the best damned inventor in the whole world - bar none. Bet he does it too!

“Hoot”

Byron Royce Hooten

Back home in Florala, Alabama, people are proud of Byron. The purple heart and then the longevity ribbons awarded him by the Mechanics Department attest to his valor and tenacity in combat with the Dean. In real combat, of course, Hoot will be in the cockpit, but for the time being he contents himself with piloting his nine-passenger Thunderbird fastback (station wagon). His brilliance on the varsity Pistol Team and the fine job he did as 14th’s Ring Rep proved to us that Hoot is going to achieve success wherever he goes.

“Pete”

Marvin Bruce Hopkins

Pete is one of the few men in the class who have a direct line to both the White House and Quinlan, Oklahoma. His outstanding career as a cadet was highlighted by the fact that he was on every list the Academy had to offer, including both of the Commandant’s Lists. After pilot training, he hopes to go to SAC for thirty more years of motivated service. Being a true Coloradan at heart, he will be easy to find in his later years when he retires from the Air Force to become Chief of Police of Manitou Springs.

Philip Johnson Horton

“Phil”

Phil hails from South Bend, Indiana, but he confesses that his true affections still lie in 01 Dixie, from whence he migrated a few short years prior to entering USAFA. During his tenure here, he managed to establish a reputation as a true scholar, without losing that of “Privilege Taker Cum Laude.” After becoming set on the idea of grad school immediately after being commissioned, he finally saw the light and realized that the cockpit was destined to be his home, at least for awhile. In June, Phil will marry a Texas bundle named Judy and will then go forth to apply his hard-earned knowledge, an endeavor from which the Air Force is certain to benefit.

Robert John Hovde

“Bob”

Having been raised on the beaches of Southern California, Bob wasn’t so sure about living in the snow, and, as a 115 lb. varsity wrestler, soon came to dread USAFA’s own personal typhoon. When he picked up the inevitable “Dear John,” he set out to be the “Rock” of the Rockies. The Comm Shop was glad to oblige, and helped him his First Class year by putting him on restriction. He got in a lot of rack time that year, but his classmates were helpful, and made sure “The White Whale” (his 1954 Buick) was well exercised while their new cars were in the garage. Bob varied his activities from varsity wrestling and the Judo Club to the PSG to the Catholic Choir while at USAFA, but in June plans only to aim “The White Whale” toward some pilot training base to learn the second half of being a bachelor pilot.

Jackson Lynn Hudson “Mick”

As a charter member ofthe Confederate Air Corps, Jackson Hudson has bought, built, flown and wrecked more airplanes than the Wright brothers, his latest being a restored Waco counterinsurgency special, capable of delivering more firepower than the mufflers of his ’53 Ford flathead (super stock, that is). During the frequent times that his feathers are clipped, Mick has been known to keep completely operational and combat ready in Vandenberg Hall, except, of course, until he found out that he would have problems fitting a Taylorcraft through a door. Our hero, old “kick-thetire-light-the-fire” Jackson is bound to go far and if he doesn't get far, you can be sure that he’ll at least leave a wide path behind him.

Le Ros Emirs Hull, Jr.

LeRos Ennis (no kidding) Hull, Jr., was contributed to the Wing by Dallas, Texas. He sang his home state’s praises so well that it got him into the Chorale for a three-year hitch. After graduation, he plans to drive off into the sunset (toward Dallas? But “Skip,” the sun sets in the West!) in his brand new Chrysler convertible. And in June of 1965, he will again drive off into the sunset (presumably in the same car and the same direction) with a brand new wife in the other seat.

“Ron”

Ronald Edwin Hulting

Ron picked up the tag “Reg” shortly after coming to USAFA. Never a rock at all, Reg will be getting married in June to Lin, his high school sweetheart, who, like Reg, was brought up in the big city atmosphere of Geneseo, Illinois. Through hard work, and no lack of ability, Reg has acquired one of the higher positions in our class. He has contributed a lot to USAFA, and we all expect pilot training at Moody to be the beginning of an outstanding career for him.

“Vince”

Vincent Joseph Hurley

Vince went off the deep end and came to the “Air Force Funny Farm” after a quiet year of commuting to Villanova. A selfadmitted hacker, this young man’s two great loves are golf (it’s the only exercise I get”) and Budweiser—not especially in that order. The primary result of the former is a lasting and vociferous disenchantment with the climate capital of the world and the “silly white stuff” that abounds here. In the field of academics, Vince has earned lasting fame for his amazing propensity toward procrastination and getting away with it most of the time. Waiver permitting, graduation and an Engineering Science degree will be followed by a trek from his native Pennsylvania to Moody AFB and a much longed-for crack at the flying dog-whistle.

“Bob”

Robert Scott Inglis

Representing the conservative elements of Piqua, Ohio, “Beep” came to the Academy with a willingness to work. In his primary interestof academics, Bob achieved high class standing even while participating in the difficult graduate program. In athletics, his competitive spirit made him one of the more valuable assets to the squadron intramural program. Nicknamed the “roadrunner” due to his aerodynamic appearance, common usage has shortened this name to “Beep.” All work would be dull for Bob, and on a Saturday afternoon, his blue convertible may be found anywhere from Colorado College to one of a thousand hamburger stands in the state. Bob is a man with principles of service and dedication. Whether in or out of uniform, his future looks bright.

“Jim”

James Covington Ingrain, Jr.

Jimmy blew in from a little burg called “Lafayette.” (That’s down in Louisiana, not Indiana!) He made his mark on the Wing in more ways than one. “Ingo” wasn’t called that for nothing! As Wing champ three years running, Jimmy has “marked” several good men for the canvas in Academy boxing. Also, as Wing Commander first semester, he left his mark on all of us as he led us through the fall of '63. Summed up, Jim is a fightin’ drinkin’ swingin’ good Joe, more Cajun than he’ll admit. Pilot training and medical school lie ahead for this guy. He’ll do credit to us all.

Terry Christian Isaacson

Terry Isaacson is a well-known name throughout the Wing. As three-time All American wrestler, football player, and a mainstay of the golf team for three years, Terry has more than his share of trophies, medals and press clippings. But behind the mask of a jock, Terry has accomplished quite a few more things during his stay in the Wing. A former First Sergeant, Squadron Commander, and Group Ops Officer, Terry ranks high in the class in military bearing. In the field of academics, Terry is known as a “spec-artist.” But he specs himself to a 3.0 quite often, although the color of the law book almost baffled him his second class year. His cries of “Pictures, anyone?,” “chain letters and Christmas cards” have been heard throughout the Wing. His campus romance has been well-carried in the local press, and after graduation, it’ll be Mr. and Mrs. Terry. Vance AFB for pilot training and then undoubtedly a great future.

John Randolph Jacobs “7gor”

Igor, also well known as thechain man of USAFA, hopped a slow freight and headed westward from Maine to seek adventure in the Rockies. Whether drowning water polo opponents or assemblying the world’s longest safety pin chain, this mild mannered New Englander has always shown a spark of fanatical determination. Having at last found the right girl, John heads for Craig AFB, where he will at last be with his three loves: apple pie, Ginny, and flying.

Gordon Todd Jagerson “Todd”

Odd-Ogg, Odd-Ozz, half toad, half frog! Responding to the call to battle, this Long Beach gutter wallower threw his ponderous weight into the USAFA fray and came out on top. He began his cadet career with distinction by coining the now immortal: “I play football.” Not to be satisfied by immortality, Todd set his goals high and through hard nosed play, forceful leadership, and strong ideals he carved his niche in Academy history. He was called upon to co-captain the football team and to be Executive Officer of his Squadron, both of which capacities he filled with distinction and earned the respect of officer and cadet alike. Todd also was a permanent member of the order of the wreath, President of the Wing Lost and Found, and named to the all-opponent team by a fellow head knocker whose weight has been variously quoted near the three century mark. Despite unparalleled success, Todd is determined to keep going up, provided his brand new Prix can make it to the next filling station.

Max Frederick James

Born in Humboldt, Tennessee, Max James put on his shoes and joined up with Fightin’ Fourth. Max became editor of the Talon and President of the Cadet Club. His T-Bird was found parked at a dormitory in Denver for the past year for that’s where this Southern boy won the battle of love and became engaged to a real westerner, a Californian. Max attempted to major in every field offered at the Academy but finally decided that variety is the spice and gave up all the majors. Maintaining a 3.0, he has been on the Super- intendent’s List all but two semesters. Future plans hold pilot training at Randolph and a desire for combat. Max is giving up his position as “Romeo” on the All-Star Team because he says he doesn’t think the enemy would appreciate it.

Bobbo

Robert Varnes James

Bob ranged from the skyscrapers of New York City to the exotic heights of Mexico City before he settled down in Dixieland. A rebel at heart, he came to “Disneyland East” from the foothills of North Carolina. Now, with his four year sentence over and with AOC’s, IRI’s, P-rades, SAMI’s, the Dean, the Field Marshal, and many demerits behind him, he aims to see many girls and the Air Force now in that order. With His TR-4 and bottle in hand, he heads South for a little T-37 and T-38 action and later, hopefully, fighters. With life being nothing but fun and a little hard work after the “Blue Zoo,” it shapes up for a good life ahead.

‘'Jim"

Janies Milton Jefferson

The warm Florida sun sent Jim following his brother’s footsteps (a ’59 Grad) to the Rockies. Flexible Jim got pretty well bent during his tour as 22nd’s Squadron Commander, but he says his new shape will help him fit in that ’56 T-Bird we see him in. Dramatically squelching contrary rumors, Jim formally announced to the social set the fact that he isn’t engaged. And the odds are in his favor: he’s headed for an around-the-world trip after gradua- tion. But with only $60 and 60 days, he’ll be lucky to get past Williams AFB and pilot training.

“Dong”

Douglas Haig Jenkins, Jr.

Doug hails from Gary, Indiana, but after graduation, Vance AFB will be his adopted home until he earns those cherished silver wings. His venture won’t be made alone, however—he plans on journeying back to the steel city and changing his bachelor status with the help of a cute little blond well known around Troll-land as “Lois is calling!” He’ll then hop into his Skylark and head for his new life in the real Air Force as a married man. Doug was Squadron Commander of Twentieth the first semester; second semester he retired to a quiet life in a peaceful area of Troll-land, where he could enjoy his pot of tea in peace each evening. Doug leaves a trail of honors earned throughout his four years including the Super- intendent’s List, the Commandant’s List, and the Dean’s List. His smiling face will be missed in Twenty, but our loss is the Air Force’s gain.

“Toby” Robert Thomas Jobin

Toby hails from the windy city, Chicago. Four years ago he left Chi-town with stars in his eyes to attend USAFA. During the past four years, the stars often disappeared due to the call of the blue monster. Between these ferocious bouts with the monster, Toby managed to have a few rounds with the books. Besides academics, his other extracurricular activities were gymnastics and jeeping. He has been an outstanding performer in gymnastics and in the ’64 season rose to the position of team captain. On weekends when team trips didn’t call for his time, you could count on seeing a brand new 1942 jeep somewhere in the mountains. As far as the future goes, he’s got his sights set on the blue with MATS. Win-lose-or-draw, bottoms up, and good luck.

Hugh Kenneth Johnson

“Johns”

Johns came to us from where they got the crazy little women and proceeded to make a name for himself on the Commandant’s Control Roster and Tour List. During that memorable doolie year, he did everything from knocking down an IBM clock from the wall with a checkpoints board to geting written up for grabbing loose change out of his trousers pocket in Arnold Hall. Despite these notable accomplishments, he developed a great sense of humor which remained with him during his enjoyable tenure as Niner’s unparalleled Dump Officer and Newsletter Editor. The academic foes of Mech andEcon did not prevent him from cracking the Dean’s List at least once, but this frustrated Port chugger prefers the cultural experiences that he gained in his trips to Marseilles, Munich, and Heidelburg. Favorite pastimes include a good game of chess, a good bottle of bourbon, and a new ermine white Impala. Johns leaves the Cage with this advice to all those having a rough go of it: “Man’s flight through life is sustained by the power of his flexibility.”

Jeffrey Wade Johnson “Slick”

Jeff is truly a world traveler, having lived in such various places as Germany, Okinawa and now finally in Virginia. Having been brought up in an Army atmosphere, he soon saw the error of his ways and embarked on an Air Force career beginning at USAFA. If you are ever at Craig AFB and see a tall, young pilot with long blond hair ambling out to his T-37 you’ll know it’s Jeff. In the Air Force just as at USAFA thisNuclear Physics enthusiast will never lack friends and admirers. He is and will continue to be a credit to both himself and to the Air Force.

William Clarence Jones, Jr. “Jonesey”

Jonesey, a reconfirmed rock, was well on his way to an Economics major when he displayed his intelligence in this area by passing the 311 turn-out. Aside from academic achievement, he ran fast enough to become a member of the Academy’s championship hurdle team and captain of the squad. Although he’s too short to run the “high sticks,” he thinks he’d like to keep at it in the Air Force. When time permits, he trys to wail some cool tones on a sax; even Henry Mancini said he has a “nice sound.” Pilot training is in line, and some day he wants to fly a rocket ship to anywhere? Who knows, maybe he’ll introduce jazz to the Martians.

Paul Garrett Kaminski “Minsk”

This “Polack” from Cleveland came to the Academy as a typical high school hero, class president and quarterback at John Marshall High. But then that first day, part of his clothing issue was lost, and he had to thread his way among screaming upperclassmen, all demanding push-ups, in order to get his clothes back. He did survive so that he could still tell wild stories of the old times with “the boys” back in Cleveland. In between squadron parties, ‘Minsk” could usually be found studying in his room or working on some computer project. Making the Superintendent’s Merit List often, he became the second semester 13th Squadron Commander. His ability and high class standing have made him a “sure thing” for further study at graduate school

Bullet

Daniel Lewis Kearns

After coming to the Academy from the Victorian ways of the main line near Philadelphia, Dan adjusted very quickly andbecame one of the “Rocks” of Playboy 19. He has been very active in sports, with one year on the gymnastics team and two on the cheerleading squad, not to mention his aggressiveness on the intramural fields. After.having a rather colorful senior year including a few duels with the powers that be, Dan hopes to graduate and go on to pilot training.

“Bob”

Robert Ford Keating

The King of Sardis High School came North, didn’t like what he saw, and almost went back. But a strong desire to overcome all obstacles prompted the King to force on, although he soon realized that this desire did not lay in the prescribed line (parades, academies, form yellows, academics, and academics) of obstacles. This new realization left Bob time to pursue a new line of activities centering around girls, cars, “The Fifth,” co-educational retreats (?), athletics, and girls. And through all of this, Bob has left his mark on each of us with his perpetual smile and ability to get along with everyone, a fact of which he can readily be proud. Now on to more cars, more girls, and many hours in any single seater the Air Force will let him fly.

“Foose”

Jay Wilford Kelley

Ole “Foose” hails from Hoosier Land and in ’59 decided to try his luck in the Air Force. After a stay at Lackland AFB, he was sent to NAPS at Bainbridge, Maryland and from thence to the Wild West and the AFA. Being an avid supporter of sky diving and a member of the semi-official Academy sky diving team, sky diving and a nurse in Denver, along with being “exec” of Friendly First Squadron, occupied most of his time as a “firstie.” He plans a June wedding and a missile career.

“Bob” Robert Merrill Kern

A “Hoosier,” Bob came to us from a farm in Indiana. Having attended a rural, cow-college (Purdue University), he was surprised to find that no Vocational Agriculture course was offered at AFA. However, despite his background, he managed to stick with the system, taking Mechanics and Mathematics courses instead. One of his favorite pastimes was making Jell-o in the dormitory—with whipped cream topping no less! When not making Jell-o, he could usually be found building model airplanes or developing photographs. His ambition is to become the world’s best navigator.

Campbell Augustus Kidd, Jr. "Camp

One of those few who came to the Academy knowing what it was all about, this Air Force brat and converted Southerner did well for himself in both academicsand military. He spent his extra-curricular time primarily with the Professional Studies Group, the religious program, and the Bridge Club. He used up his spare time playing cribbage, counseling many assorted underclassmen (occasionally he was called Dad), and even handing out stock market advice to those few who could afford to listen. Having been confined to Group Staff for two semesters, Camp returned to the civilization of Filthy Fifth for his final semester. After winning a “knock-down-drag-out” with the “medics,” he plans pilot training at Craig AFB and maybe even marriage—someday.

Gerald Heimick King '‘Jerry”

In June of 1960, Jerry headed north from Tucson, the Land of Sunshine to the wastelands of Colorado with visions of grandeur. Soon after arriving, he realized that his dreams could be best reached on the gymnastic team. He thus became one of the top men in the nation on the side horse. Being one not to let school work interferewith his education, he could be found on many a weekend in his G.P. heading for Denver. Jerry is a true fighter pilot at heart, and looks forward to a TAC assignment following graduation from pilot training at the “Southern Wonderland” of Del Rio. No matter where he goes after graduation, we all know success will always be with him.

Donald Morse Kingsley, III “Kingle”

After preping at Dachau, Kingle avidly embraced the regulated, conservative cadet life as evidenced by his tendency to practice soccer on top of the table at breakfast each morning. Taking up his destined duty as the Wing gadfly, he soon became the pride and joy of his superiors. A persevering athlete both as a member of the soccer team and manager of the wrestling team, the Kingle has also distinguished himself skiing in the C.W.C. downhills and swinging from the rafters at the Wing Blast. Prowling about the more exclusive circles of Colorado society in his conservative silver Sting Ray, he has continually impressed his numerous female acquaintances with his quiet, distinguished demeanor. Due to his unusual brain wave which prevents him from going to check-list training, Herr Kingle plans to pursue a quiet career as a spy.

Wayne Robert Kirschling

Wayne, hailing from Wisconsin Rapids, Wisconsin, came to the Academy fresh out of high school and anxious to find out what the wide world was like. Since then he proceeded to show the world who he is. “The Muscle,” noted for his weight lifting endeavors, never failed to make the Dean’s roster while piling up an infinity of quality points. Eager to be married, he bit the dust early in becoming engaged and has since pointed himself toward marriage and lots of kids in the back seat of a future XKE. Wayne, while raising these kids, will attempt to struggle through graduate school and a successful career in the Air Force.

“Tim”

Timothy Eads Kline

Hailing from Georgia, the cradle of the Confederacy, “Twaz” Kline applied his boundless energies, the power of knowledge, and an indomitable spirit to the cadet way of life. His MG, the envy of all auto enthusiasts, is the embodiment of his lust for daring and courageous driving. Tim’s remarkable career has been highlighted by a brilliant academic record, varsity skill (water polo), Commander of the 20th Flight,'Honor Representative, and the wooing and winning of his Texas “Bunny” with whom he plans to take up a pleasant and lifelong union immediately following graduation. Among a multitude of other things, “Twaz” was coach of 20th Squad’s only undefeated intramural Wing championship team, progenitor of the “Troll” concept, and airborne qualified. An avid flyer prior to entrance at USAFA, he plans to continue flying for the Air Force at Moody AFB. Beloved in the hearts of cadets, the “MacArthur of the Air Force Academy” has an unlimited future inthe Air Force.

Reid Merray Knutson

After spending a year at Eau Claire State and another at the University of Wisconsin, Reid entered the Academy, and found it much more to his liking because he had so much more “free” time. After two years of very little studying while he shaped up militarily into one of the sharpest cadets at the Academy, he began to study seriously. In his last two years, he has ranked among the best academically. Following graduation, Reid will attend the University of Illinois for two years to answer his true calling of civil engineering. Reid will make a fine officer and a success in whatever he attempts because of his fine initiative and desire for perfection.

“Cliff”

Clifford Russell Krieger

Cliff Krieger originally had a minor role in the smash hit play “My Life at USAFA” which has now been playing for four years at its original location. In his role as “The Doolie” he added but little to the fabric and dramatic strength ofthis work. However, under studying various roles in his skyrocketing career, he soon portrayed such never-to-be-forgotten characters as “The Element Leader” and “Squadron Training Officer.” He is presently appearing in the dual role of “Safety Officer” and a torpedo for the Squadron Protection Agency, which compliment each other nicely. During his climb to power, he acquired such coveted status symbols as Honorary Naval Aviator’s Wing, a Sunliner convertible and an airborne badge. He also found time to play a tough game of circuits on the Varsity EE Team including one All-Star appearance after the regular season. He is looking forward to a new, more challenging role better suited to his real talent as “The Doomed Aviator.”

“Dick”

Richard Donald Krobusek

In the summer of ’60, Dick arrived at Aluminum University fresh from Case Institute in Cleveland. After the “warm” welcome accorded all Basic Cadets, Dick was initiated into the AFA fraternity, and now after a fun-filled four years, he goes inactive on June 3, 1964. Dick, “The Rifleman,” is a valuable member of the High Power Rifle Team and an avid gun fancier. When not doing an outstanding job as 22nd Squadron’s Materiel Officer, he can be seen either admiring his new Impala or displaying his prowess at the rifle range with a weapon from his excellent collection. Pilot training at Craig AFB, and hopefully a TAC assignment await Dick after graduation. With a wingman like Dick Krobusek, a fighter jock will have “no sweat.”

Alva Ray Krogman

“Ray”

Ray, “Cowboy Bob” as he is known to his better friends, came to USAFA from Worland, Wyoming, via Prep School at Bainbridge, Maryland. When it came to women, “Indecision” was his motto—the stars in the sky were so bright and varied. Ray’s steady hardworking attitude has served him in good stead as a cadet and promises to assist him in a pilot’s career. His favorite pastimes are bridge, fishing, swinging parties, and driving his new white Tempest. June will find Ray heading for a European vacation before pilot training where he is sure the supply of southern belles will be plentiful.

Thomas Edward Kullgren “Tom”

TEK came to the hallowed halls of ol’ AFA after attending one notorious year at Kenyon College, Ohio. He must have been a music major there for many are the risque songs that he had to teach to the animals of Evil Eighth at their many parties. Tom did run into some difficulty when he tried to teach those songs to the officers at Suffolk County AFB in the wee hours of the morning over a few mugs of brew, for he seemed to have missed the boat (or plane) the next morning. Future years will see him flying low and slow in helos, but all of us hope that he will get at least one F-101 ride. Tom’s extracurricular activities while at AFA ran mostly along the lines of collecting: guns and girls—and not necessarily in that order. Probably the biggest loss the Eighth will sustain when Tom leaves will be his magnificent talent of brewing coffee. Best of luck is the wish of all as he rides swiftly South into thehot Texas plain around Randolph after graduation.

Edward Stephen Kurz “Steve”

Steve comes to us from Stevens Point, Wisconsin—known throughout the world as the home of Point Special beer. (Steve’s father is a brewmaster). A member of the ski team for the past four years and team captain his last year, “Krutz” could be seen almost any winter weekend practicing nasal skids and cranium perches off the local ski jumps. In his normal habitat, Steve can be found prowling the slopes for bunnies, straightening wrinkles out of his car, or gazing at the world through the bottom of a beer glass. Escape and evasion from the clutches of marriage was threatened only once by a bouncing, bountiful, beauty (alias Mellie) from the cornfields of Nebraska, but fortunately he was saved by an Italian lover who swept the fair young maiden off her feet. After graduation, Steve plans to go to Purdue for his Master’s degree and then directly to pilot training where he will undoubtedly enjoy an extended career as a second lieutenant.

David La Croix “Dave”

Minutes after graduation, Dave will be seen roaring east in his T-Bird convertible. This will climax his four fun-packed years at USAFA. His athletic abilities centered around LaCrosse where he was a stalwart of 22nd’s intramural team. Listed among Dave’s most memorable achievements are all night poker games which lasted until reveille, an “A” he accidentally picked up somewhere along the way, and finally graduation and escape.

“Nick”

Keith Nathan Lacey, II

From Fountain, Colorado, comes a cadet who brought flying to the Academy. Nick came to us from a little town downtheroad by way of Bainbridge, Md., Prep School. In his academic endeavors, Lace has always favored sleep over Shakespeare, and he holds an Academy record for the most sleep between classes. However, Nick is wide awake on the basketball court and at the stick of a Taylorcraft. Nick’s most memorable moment came the day the wind blew hard and the T-craft flew apart. We want to wish Lace the best of luck at a job we know he’ll enjoy fly the pants off ’em down at Moody!

“Al”

Allen Leonard Larson

A1 came to the tropics of Colorado from the somewhat cooler Black Hills of South Dakota. Early, he earned a reputation as a procurement artist. This eventually led to his position as Materiel Officer in Fightin’ Four, as well as the nickname “Lemur.” He also found opportunity to continue his affair with his high school sweetheart, Electronics. A1 nearly gave in to the temptation of continuing this affair at a co-ed grad school, but decided to first try his hand with T-38’s at Vance.

Perry Edward Lash

The Air Force grudgingly gave up one of its top men in the field of Sanitation Engineering so that he might be accepted by the Academy. His outstanding physical prowess here earned for him the name of “Flash” and a spot in the PE Department’s hall of infamy. His prowess in other endeavors earned for him the title of “Beaver,” but that is known only to a very select few. Taking money from other cadets under the guise of Materiel Officer for the Gun Club and playing “you bet your career” with the Academic Department accounted for most of his waking hours. When problems that could only be solved by aged wisdom cropped up, the “old man” was always consulted.

“Bill”

William Spong Lawhorn

Occasionally known as the “Sponge,” Bill comes to the Academy from Fort Worth, Texas. If asked, he will tell you his greatest accomplishment is staying at the Academy for four years. Bill is a member of the High Power Rifle Team and has won many honors, one of them being Oklahoma State Championship in his division for 1963. He spends the major part of his weekends inthe books, the rack, or on the golf course. Plans for the future do not include marriage—at the moment, that is. He plans on pilot training at Reese and either TAC or MATS thereafter.

Robert Grant Lawrence "'Bob

Despite all of his endeavors in the opposite direction, Bob managed to make the Commandant’s List once. He feels that he has accomplished many things during his stay at the Academy which will be of enormous benefit in future years. Among these are making an extremely tight bed and cleaning sinks; however, his greatest accomplishment is passing. “The Hawg,” as he is known around Waukesha, Wis., played football, basketball, and baseball at the Academy until a knee injury prevented further participation. Bob’s plans for the future consist of marriage to his childhood sweetheart, pilot training, and then the Air Defense Command.

James Franklin Lemon “Jim”

Jim’s military background (skirmishes with the Tia Juana Police and the Beach Patrols of several Southern California communities) along with his admiration of several of the test pilots at Edwards AFB caused his selection of the Air Force for a career and the Academy for his “college.” He pretty well convinced those of us around him that skiing, a couple of girls, a red Corvette, and leaving Colorado as often as possible were his only interests during his stay at the Academy. Jim is looking forward to broadening these interests soon after graduation, however, expecting to become quickly the world’s best surfer and thenthe world’s best pilot. He hopes that this background will prepare him for eventual assignment as Air Attache to Tahiti.

Robert James Lemon “Jim”

In high school, Jim’s goal was to get into the Academy. After a careful evaluation of his first battle with the Dean, Jim decided his main objective at the Academy would be to graduate. To accomplish this mission, he spent many weekends and one Christmas leave at the Academy trying to keep graduation in sight. Every now and then, he would sacrifice a little “learnin” to go to CWC in his Impala. Placed on the Comm’s List six times, Jim had no trouble marching. After graduation, Jim plans to break the bonds of bachelorhood to marry the prettiest girl in El Paso. Most of their honeymoon will be spent on the shifting, whispering sands of that southern paradise, Del Rio, Texas. Then on to MATS and 135’s.

Raymond Leo Lennon, Jr. “Roy”

Coming from a city in Massachusetts known for its shoes, and having “Air Force blue” eyes, Ray decided that USAFA was for him (he was younger then). Arriving here, he proceeded to confuse everyone with his speech “defect.” Well known by the Dean for his academic “feets” (sic), especially wowing them in Math and Aero, he nevertheless managed to participate for four years in varsity football. After graduation, he plans a quick tour of the country in his white Tempest, pilot training in New Mexico, and eventual marriage to a certain brown-eyed miss from “back home,” to whom he intends to give speech lessons when he is not flying fighters.

“Bob”

Robert Levins, III

“Rolo”; “Zorch”; “Bread”; “Maverick” - Bob answered to any of these names during his four years at the Academy. The story behind each name is enough to fill this page; but, anyone that knows Bob will vouch that he holds each name with honor and cause. This always-happy New Jersey cadet had a broad smile as a greeting at any time of the day you saw him. But even with this pleasant nature, Bob became one of the most respected cadets in Twentieth Squadron. Bob will head for Craig AFB for pilot training after graduation. He was Operations Officer during his first semester as a firstie, and during his last semester at the Academy, he retired to a happy, old-man’s life to wait for June 3, 1964. All of Twentieth is behind Bob in his future, and we all hope someone will be able to fill his place as the bright spot of Trollland. Good luck!

“Jeff”

Jeffrey Alan Levy

Jeff, the New York road runner, came to USAFA after one year of scholastic endeavor at the University of Michigan. This year filled with engineering problems made Jeff decide that the field of Economics was where his talent (?) definitely could be found. His hobbies now include sports cars (with no keys) and girls, in that order. Graduation will find Jeff looking forward to attending Georgetown University or going to Sweden on a Fulbright Scholarship. After that, his plans include pilot training at Williams AFB and a fighter assignment (hopefully).

“Herb”

Herbert Louis Linkner, Jr.

Herb “Pontiac” Linkner hails from the queen city of the nation, Hamburg, New York. Arriving at USAFA, he quickly shed his overalls, jug, box of chemicals, and civilian life for the Air Force blue. Having made one mistake, Herb was determined to improve. Though working at all odd hours of the night and sleeping all afternoon, Herb managed to make both the Dean’s List and Commandant’s roster for cadets excelling in accumulating demerits, depending, of course, on the phase of the moon and the local magnetic variation. When not testing wet suits in the reservoir, or a Coors keg, Herb could be found in such spots as inside his laundry bin, driving yellow tractors, checking A-Hall ventilator shafts, or lurking in the tunnels. Skilled in both cross-country and judo, Herb is equipped for any situation. After graduation, Herb has definite plans for graduate school, or architectural engineering, or tech school, or He also likes pumpernickel rye bread.

“Bear”

Bruce Verne Linscott

Bear is the perennial winner of the Loretto Heights Sweetheart award at their military ball. A Yankee trader from “Nawthud,” New Hampshire, Bear is the only man we know who can buy something for ten bucks and sell it at a loss for sixteen. Although hidden in the annals of history, we do find that Bruce did lose once, but a little bit of P.E. at Sid King’s succeeded in replacing his long-lost teddy bear with one bigger than the one left in Boulder. Bear’s long battle with the Dean could probably be traced to his inability to read, as evidenced by his grand entrance through the wrong door in the A-Basin beer stube. When Bear is not busy falling in love daily, chang- ing oil, or waxing skis, he hears strange ringing noises in his ears .’ Now, what ever did happen to that old gang of mine?

Joseph Julian Liro “Joe

Joe came to the Academy from the raging metropolis of Ludlow, Massachusetts. It didn’t take him long to place himself in an esteemed position as skier and lover. During his first three years, he managed to avoid all detnments to his love life, such as being on merit lists. However, something happened his final year and all went haywire. He was given the opportunity to fascinate everyone with his command voice as 21st squadron commander. He even started making the Superintendent’s List thus thoroughly destroying the idealistic image he had worked for. You could always find Joe by either looking for his Monza at CC or looking in the trunk room where he was always finding his bed. After graduation, he and his new wife will head for Ohio where the Air Force’s own 007 will begin intelligence work.

Peter LoPresti “Pete”

Pete left his Phila. home in ’60 and went West to the Rockies. While touring Colorado, he strayed from a sightseeing tour and found himself in what he thought was the chow line; and only after being inducted into the Air Force Academy did he realized what had happened. However, Pete found the School of the Sky to his liking and decided to stay around awhile. The “Wop” soon made a name for himself as class representative of Fightin’ 4 and as a lacrosse player. Lop’s tireless ambition and organizational ability made him one of Fightin’ 4’s outstanding Squadron Commanders. Pete further exemplified these abilities as well as a keen sense of humor when he earned the job of Wing Activities Officer, and will aways be remembered for the Wing Blast. Industrial management could very well pattern Pete’s Air Force career after he earns his wings at Moody AFB. Presti’s success at USAFA is only the beginning, for someday he hopes to obtain his desired assignment as Air Force Liaison Officer to Miami Beach.

Robert Alfred Lodge “Bobby”

Second Squadron’s “Mr. Aerospace Power,” Bob came to us after being banned from the beaches of Long Island. Becoming a quick convert to a certain type of “music” prevalent in this area of the country, he has also taken full advantage of Colorado’s magnificent ski country. Having an engineer’s slant on life, his motto has always been □ equals 3, for small values of □ .” With his highest ambition of owning an IBM electronic brain complex, he has the fastest slide rule in the West. Appreciating women for the menace that they are, Bob learned this fact early from his three sisters. An M.S. in Astronautics at Purdue followed by Williams AFB looms on his horizon.

Raymond Ernest Albert Longo “Bay”

“Beantown Babbler” cut a wide swath in his short cadet career. Ray didn’t always head up the Dean’s or Comm’s List, but from the moment he first set foot on the terrazzo, he always managed to be on someone’s list. His proclivity for bucking the system made life anything but dull for four years. Ray had an illustrious record of championships to his credit. Fourth Class year it was most consecutive weekends on confinements. Third Class year it was most consecutive weekends on Class III. Second Class year Ray managed to rack up the longest string of Sunday morning hangovers, and then he wrapped up his career in fine fashion by winning the annual Post-Christmas Firstie Form 10 Sweepstakes. He was a stalwart on 24th squadron’s water polo team—helping them to win wing championship in ’64. He also was known as a “deamon” on the intramural soccer fields. During his final year, he became a member of the varsity soccer team. Anytime you run into a cheery officer in the field with a cockey grin on his face, you can bet vour Good Conduct Ribbon that it will be our boy Ray.

Loper

John George Lorber

The “Loper” moved West after being encouraged to leave Iowa State University and Bainbridge and after receiving a promise from the Academy that their new football field was to be carpeted with Iowa sod. John, who hails from Orange City, Iowa, has been a stand-out halfback on the USAFA football team and holds the distinction of scoring the first touchdown tallied in Falcon Stadium. John is a faithful member bf the Evil Eight TV Watchers Club, the Evil Eight Goon Squad, and the “Minimum Energy to Graduation Club.” Following graduation, John plans to join the married ranks by hitching up with an Iowa girl and heading down to the Mexican border and Laredo AFB for pilot training. John’s tastes lean toward long hair, cool sport clothes with an occasional touch of Madison Avenue attire, scotch and sodas, TR-3’s, and Sue. John will be sorely missed by the football team, but should be a top- notch fighter pilot and a real asset to the Air Force.

“Ed”

Edward Vincent Lorenzen, Jr.

After receiving the distinction of being named the “best looking man” in his high school class, Ed thought he would travel East from the small metropolis of Roseburg, Oregon, not named for the roses that bloom abundantly the year around, and spend four years carousing around the Rocky Mountain area. Ed, who was on the Superintendent’s List for four years, was also an excellent Squadron Commander and Honor Representative. An outstanding athlete, he particularly amazed people with his basketball and squash skills. Ed was an avid ski fan who could always be found literally all over the ski slopes. After graduation, Ed plans to drive his ’59 T-Bird out to sunny California where he will serve his country as a bachelor civil engineer. Later

“Lucfcy”

Keith Edward Luchtel

Lucky grew up around Lake Okoboji as a corn-fed Iowa boy. It was here (during those wild summers) that he learned many of the tricks that he was destined to use while he “worked” his way through college (USAFA style). His four years of toil resulted in giving him a slot on the graduation team and a reputation in Denver and Colorado Springs as the quiet, “efficient,” type. He never really had to sweat the Dean He never really had to sweat the Comm In fact, he never really had to sweat anything. The T-38, a yellow convertible, and maybe someone figure in Lucky’s future as seen from here.

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John Anthony Lukasik

John, also known as Luke, is best remembered as Tiger Ten’s pipesmoking, bridge playing Operations Officer. Luke had other distinctions, however, which gained him entrance into, among other things, the Saturday night Golden Bee Quaffing and Lounging Society. Among these outstanding features were a laugh which, once heard, could not be forgotten and ownership of the only white ’64 Rambler in the class. When he wasn’t tearing up the Dean’s shop, John busied himself with demonstrating his athletic prowess in wrestling and judo. He coached Tenth’s wrestling team to one of its finest records. The Air Force has a plane waiting for this happy Pennsylvanian for pilot training follows graduation.

James John Lydon "Jim

Coming by way of Prep School, Jim found Seventh Squadron his home. He managed to finish each semester with respectable improved grades and still have a good time doing it. A proud Tempest convertible owner, Jim has proven himself a skilled boxer in intramurals and an avid skier on weekends. Plans for Jim include pilot training at Moody AFB and, of course, continued bachelorhood.

Dennis Oscar Madl

Hailing to us from the “Windy City,” Dennis, or “Pee Wee,” as he is more affectionately known to the members of the 13th, found USAFA much to his liking. He immediately fell in love— with a 7090 computer. After finally tearing himself away from his first love, he managed to soak up some good Colorado culture, along with some other things. His likeable, easy-going manner has won him many friends while at the Academy, and his class standing bears testimony to his academic achievements over the years spent here. After graduation it’s off to MIT and Astronautics. Good luck, Dennis!

Thomas Proffitt Malian, Jr. 4 T. P.”

“T. P.” came to USAFA from the roaring metropolis of Jerome, Idaho. (Yes, it’s on the map! !) Airplanes and flying hold the primary slots in Tom’s life, with skiing and a white bomb of an Austin Healey roadster running closely behind. Beside these extracurricular activities (important as they are), he’s found time to do well in academics and as the Third Group Commander. As a confirmed bachelor with two gold bars on his shoulders and his eyes on Edwards Test Pilot School, Tom will head for pilottraining at Reese AFB.

Frederick VincentMalmstrom “Freddie”

Nobody, but nobody, could have persuaded Freddie to have remained at the Academy that summer of 1960 except for the fact that he was tired of reading dime novels and blowing his French horn for the Air Force’s band contingent in Europe. As we all know, Freddie shelved his misgivings by quiet reflection on his accruing longevity and settled down to an academic career that could be compared to an alligator running cross country. Mech and Physics were the longest trials and Freddie’s reflections on these subjects provided a welcome relief in the demoralizing atmosphere of high means and frequent testing. If not working a Mech Lab, Freddie could be heard challenging the Wing hi fi corps with ten watts of “Die Walkure” imitating Lord Beagley, or thrashing through the 200 yard free style. Plans for the future have precipitated into a fast trip to navigation training which will give him the global capability to pursue his chosen field of international relations.

"Harv”

Harvey Manekofsky

Gentleman Harv showed up at USAFA from Hartford, Connecticut, even before he had the opportunity to attend his graduation from high school. He served as Squadron Commander of the Playboys of the 19th Squadron as well as being Chairman of the Jewish Religious Council. After graduation, he’ll be off in his Super Sport convertible to James Connally AFB for navigation school. A Commandant’s List repeater (except when he once fell asleep in a department head’s office), Harv even managed to bounce back from a turn-out exam to make the Superintendent’s Merit List the following semester. With such desire, determination, and dedication as this, we can predict a bright future for one who is certain to be an asset to the Air Force.

Max Michael Manning

The little man from Chi-Town, Max came to the Academy and traded in his drumsticks for an M-l. Max gained a lot of valuable training at the Academy and enjoyed the academic atmosphere so much that he spent one summer and one Christmas at the Academy grasping as much valuable knowledge as he could. You could always find this Activities Officer driving his ’64 Monza around on the weekend planning co-educational functions. Max plans on serving his country as a helicopter pilot, but do not be alarmed people, he has his jump wings.

”J. D.”

James Douglas Manning, Jr.

An Army brat whose father taught him early that flying far out-distanced sleeping in the mud, J.D. began on a small island in New York harbor and wended his way across the States before climbing to altitude in the land where it ‘tis a pleasure to live.” With one year of college added to the total, he’s still a youngster compared to some of the troops in 19th. Good eyesight combined with a Benning-inspired ability to fall from planes, make an FAC slot dominant on the horizon. Known all his life as Jim, he was convinced that “J. D.” or “The Jade” made an acceptable substitude. He almost garnered a mate but chickened out with one semester to go, so he rationalizes that a bachelor’s life isn’t so bad. What looked like a lot of time at the start has turned into four years of friends, growing up, learning, and building a good foundation for a possible career. If the future looks bright, then it is more important to say that it looks exciting.

“Tom” Thomas Dale Mansfield

Tom came to “Friendly First” from Glenn Ellyn, Illinois, just a few miles from the Chicago night life he enjoys. Although not too friendly with the Dean and the Commandant, Tom managed to win both battles through constant effort. His plans for the future include pilot training at Craig., then several years of good flying. After that—who knows, he might even get married.

Elmond Joseph Martin " en

This squirrel gun toting deviate from Lexington, Kentucky, is widely known for his bizarre collections of the grubbiest clothes in the West, forty seven different beer bottle caps, and a face full of James Bond scars. He is known intimately in female circles of central Colorado, but not known well. His main goal—realized this spring—has been a two-day tour of Coors Brewery in Golden. A true Southern Gentleman, his highly integrated sense of morals and chaotic religious fervor are all that a true Kentuckian holds dear, not to mention his chaste character. Joe is not all that these words purport, however; beneath that calm exterior beats the competitive heart of a lion. He plays lacrosse with the gusto of a bandicoot, exemplified by the day he put five people in the hospital in one game—three opponents, one teammate, and a 98 year old wheelchair ridden Daughter of the American Revolution. Summer plans: 80 days of R.F.-ing followed by Moody AFB for pilot training.

Larry Neil Martin

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Originally coming from sunny California and later changing his home town to even sunnier Roswell, New Mexico, this second son of an Air Force family came to USAFA with the idea of surviving four years of Colorado snow. Survive he did, although at one time he was ordered to carry a rock so the wind wouldn’t carry him away. Overcoming the perils of skiing, Volkswagen driving, bridge playing, Political Science, and his roommate, the “little man” is assured of graduating inthe top 90% of his class. Although the “midget’s” fanatical zeal to study on his bed didn’t always work out, he will leave Aluminum U. with a good chance of flying and graduate school later.

Rodney Leland Martin “Rod”

Rod, the cowboy, came to the Academy from the plains of Laramie, Wyoming. Being a believer in progressive improvement, Rod has raised his grade point average nearly every semester and has even made the Dean’s List 3 or 4 times, a significant accomplishment when you consider where he started. Not to be accused of spending too much time with the books, Rod has played varsity basketball for 3 years and is rarely seen during the weekends. After graduation, Rod plans to point his new wife and Impala toward Reese AFB for pilot training; after that, who knows? What ever happens, Rod is looking forward to a long career in “Blue.”

Alfred Joseph Mateczun, Jr. “Al”

NewMexico brings thoughts of sunshine, pretty girls, and for members of the Twenty-first Squadron Al Mateczun. Although a serious student, as his scholastic record reveals, Al found time to contribute a great deal to life at USAFA. He was one of the guiding hands behind the Falconers, that dedicated group of cadets who care for our mascots. Even outside the classroom Al’s time was spent on endeavors that might seem academic to some. Electronics was his main hobby and manifestations of this led to working endless hours with the digital computer and to one of the finest stereo sets in Vandenburg Hall. But, perhaps Al’s greatest contribution was his constant good humor and his ever present ”Hi ’ya.”

Gary William Matthes

Gary came to us from Jennings, Missouri, with the intention of being the hottest fighter jock in the Air Force, and pretty soon he’s going to get his chance to try. All he has to do first is to go to school for seven more months and get his Master’s Degree. No sweat. Gary has left his mark at the Academy by making the Superintendent’s List more times than most people think is possible, being chairman of the Ethics Committee, and doing more thah just his share in multifarious endeavors, hither and yon, including being CINC, 3rd Squadron during the first semester, First Class year. In June, Gary will load his earthly belonging intothat classy blue Tempest and leave, not for seventy-nine days leave and pilot training, but for twelve days leave and more education. Good luck at Purdue, Gary, but watch out for those co-eds.

“Rocky”

Paul Martin Matthews

Rocky headed Westward from Stuart, Florida, soon after they booted him out of high school, arriving with that shy, innocent look on his face. Behind the good looks, the gals found a supersmooth quick operator, and the guys found a witty, good-natured rebel. We found his philosophy of life to be “Don’t sweat the small things; that way you’ll find it easier to ignore the big ones.” Among many accomplishments, Rocky lists as his favorite the championship in the Wing Open Boxing Tournament. After graduation, he’ll head back to the sunny South for pilot training.

“Chuck”

Charles Lee Maxwell

This specimen can most readily be found at either a Dance Committee meeting or roaming the hills with the Mountaineering Division. Chuck lists his major achievements here as (1) taking every EE course available, and (2) failing to get engaged. Totally addicted to the graceful art of dancing, Chuck makes it a point to leave campus at least once a weekend to do so. Future includes MATS, the smoother mover.

“Steve”

Stephen Kirhy Mayo

One of Steve’s favorite quotes is that “to be satisfied is to be dead.” In that sense, he is very much alive. Never content to let an issue lie, this intellectual gadfly has always felt a great commitment to thinking in the military whether the military has wanted it or not. In some ways a hopeless dilettante, his devotion to things intellectual has been matched only by his passion for things frivolous. He is equally as adept on a pair of skis or behind the wheel of a Porsche, as he is conversant (albeit rather garrulously) with Kafka, Keynes, and Klee. Undaunted by “satisfied” people, Eighth Squadron, engineering science courses, and an engaging colleen named Molly (although much more pleasantly affected by the latter), Steve packs off to Georgetown University after graduation to pick up a Master’s degree. After that, if he ever stops piddling around, who knows what? We never have been able to pin him down.

Patrick Gibson McAdoo

“Magoo

Last of the hard rock individualists, Mac has spent four years of dedicated effort to educating friend and foe alike in the practice and philosophy of being yourself. Surrounded by a good hi-fi system, a pile of SF reading, and something good to drink, you will find Mac in his natural element. Honored by the Dean on both his selective lists, Mac hopes to spring his hard years of training as an IP on an unsuspecting ATC. Good luck Mac—Good luck ATC.

Trusten Allan McArtor “Al”

With his characteristic grin, the “Colonel” came to us from the “cultural center of the nation,” Webster Groves, Missouri. A1 brought with him a good humor coupled with a sincere personality. In addition to being a permanent member of the Superintendent’s List, Mac is an all-around athlete and has proven himself in football and baseball at USAFA. Al’s many achievements have been highlighted by his job as “Quarterback of the Wing.” After graduation, pilot training will be the first step for this aspiring astronaut. Mac was, is, and always will be a real competitor whether it be in athletics, academics, or just plain leadership. His ability to organize and get along with people will probably earn him a star before he’s done.

Lawrence Joseph McCarthy 4 < L. J.”

Cadet fourth class McCarthy is quoted as saying, “I pahked my cah in Hahvahd yahd.” During L.P.’s career, he was never known to be at a loss for words. His ready wit and charming smile have left a trail of broken hearts, but he has come through unscarred though sometimes scared. L. J. claims the time record for assembling 100 watts of amplifier. It only took two mornings until 3 A.M. He volunteered to spend his entire first class year serving confinements in an attempt to repay his debt to society but was thwarted on Thanksgiving. As Prince Lugger, he retired undefeated when the Vandenberg Joust was outlawed. He was never known to retreat from any water, babo, or grape soda fight. In short, he was a gloom game champ. With all this, L. J. still found time to finish at the top of his class in Science and Mathematics and looks forward to graduate school after a tour with turbojet trucks in MATS.

Fred Valgene McClintock

Fred, a native of the “tiny” mountains in the Keystone State, found his way to USAFA by way of the enlisted ranks of the “real” Air Force. Although he is commonly known as a “lecherous old man,” he is still quite young at heart as is evidenced by his love of cars and women and his fear of marriage. Fred is probably best known for hislove of falconry and the half-time performance he gave to nation-wide TV viewers during the U. of Washington game this past season. Having “rolled with the punches” for four long years, Fred is anxiously awaiting his gold bar so that he can start his long-awaited climb to the top via pilot training at Webb and a single-seat in TAC.

“/im”

James Theodore McCoinsey

After a taste of college life at Penn State, the Pride of Lancaster made his way to USAFA to prepare for a long career of fun and games in this man’s Air Force. A stand-out on the soccer field, Mac garnishes the beautiful Colorado slopes with his speedy and daring self on the wintry weekends and finds the likes of the Golden Bee quite fitting to his gracious tastes. Rarely able to slyly sneak up on anyone because of the rattling sound he emanates, Jim is always good for a laugh. Always found in the company of his charming fiancee, he plans a speedy marriage, a whirlwind honeymoon, and a career as the world’s greatest airplane driver.

Ron Ronald Verne McCoy

“Man Mountain” McCoy didn’t get his nickname from the bushy mountain wilds of Kellogg, Idaho, but from his love of the physical sciences—especially weight lifting and beer drinking. The rest of the physical sciences—Physics, Electrical Engineering, Aeronautics, etc.—were by far his greatest obstacles to his love of television viewing. TV, Ron claims, accounts for his eagle-like visual acuity (as well as a pair of bloodshot eyes.) A friend in deed as well as in need, Ron was always willing to help out a fellow classmate and has left a host of classmates in his debt.

Stu Stuart Boardman McCurdy

This staunch Yankee from the huge state of Rhode Island never missed a chance to toss a jibe at his rebel contemporaries. Between his many duties on Third Group Staff and his activities of judo and sky diving, it’s a real wonder how he finished ahead of the Dean and his boys. Stu’s still wondering! After graduation and a long leave in Europe, Stu will turn the nose of his Sting Ray toward Laredo AFB, where he is looking forward to beating his brother’s fine record at pilot training.

Jarrett Bryan McGehee, Jr.

Injun MaGooHoo, erstwhile jock, bulldozer pilot, and tank driver for the Earthospace Force, confirmed water rat, mountain climber, ski king, and soldier of fortune can match anyone for time at the Zoo—goin’ on five and punch-making’ wizardry-Sangria, Artillery, Tipsy, et al. The former Golden Boy, present Blue Tag (and possibly future Gray Beard) can be seen on weekends as CIO GHOST-PTA. Said schoolmarm will become Missus Injun MaGooHoo on or about 14 June 64, by Order of the Commandant (Dean permitting). The uniform—civvies, sans swords—departing from our long, glorious military heritage. Forsaking champagne, the Arkansas Kid will turn to multitudinous quantities of cuba libres—shaken (not stirred)—while embarking on a life devoted to chain-pulling domestication. Housebreaking seems imminent.

James Winfield McIntyre ‘'Jim

Although Jim could be a creditable student when necessary—maintaining “Dean List” status for his four year tenure at the Academy—he always found his obsession for golf more appealing and time-consuming. Once the spring season started each year, studies waited their turn, and his cadet room looked more like a pro shop—with lessons given every fifteen minutes to interested classmates. But while these endeavors were, as we have said, undertaken with such complete conscientiousness, he was also a dedicated sports car owner. Noticing that writing letters has of late become more and more common for Mack, many are now suspicious of his bachelor intentions.

John Wayne McKenney “Wayne”

The short period of 41 hours found Wayne enjoying his entire vacation between high school graduation in Valley Stream, New York, and between his initiation into the bright and exciting life of a Basic Cadet. Overcoming this ordeal and all others he has faced in his career at the Academy, Wayne has learned to make the most of such brief leaves. Along with his notable academic record, he has continually strived to increase his experience in all fields which will be of value to him as an officer. Wayne has played varsity soccer and has been active in various clubs during his stay at USAFA. He has been named to the Dean’s List consistently and to the Superintendent’s List his final year. The future will find Wayne and his new wife driving toward Williams AFB and pilot training in a new Pontiac Bonneville.

William Allen McKenney “Will”

Will came to the Academy straight from high school in Ramey, N. J. He made the century club in his first year, but then retired from competition. On almost any winter weekend, he may be seen in Black Beauty, Jr. (a relic of the Second Class Sports Car Club) heading for the slopes. After June 3rd, Will plans to take a long slow tour of the South Seas, and afterward, start pilot training at Moody.

Kevin Joseph McManus “Mac”

Mac blew into Colorado on a big wind from the city and in love. Swearing by New York as the beginning, end, and most of the middle of everything, he did quite well for himself in the new out-west environment. For instance, Mac knows more ways to get out of class, how to get on more trips (pure boondoggles—no work), sleep through more formations and yet make people think he’s doing a good job than a dozen others combined. After a certain female-type back East became known to friends, he affectionately acquired the title of “Kevie-Jo,” which changed to the “Wing-Weenie” by virtue of Wing Staff honors. All kidding aside, by his four years at the Blue Zoo, Mac has shown that he has what it takes to go far and high. The top is only a matter of time. And he leaves infatuated with that very same member of the opposite sex.

“Tom”

Thomas Mitchell McNish

Tom was born in Nashville, Tenn. and raised in the mountains of North Carolina. He had one year of freedom at N. C. State College before “taking the veil” on 27 June 60. He has spent the past four years trying to outwit the Dean and keep one step ahead of the Commandant and has succeeded passably at both. His constant companion on weekends (when the AOC doesn’t have the keys) is a certain blue GTO convertible. After a summer of showing his GTO the country, he is headed for Williams AFB and then, hopefully, a good fighter assignment somewhere.

“Ed”

Edward John Mechenbier

When it comes to slinging bull, ol’ Ed can probably sling it further than most. He’ll talk your leg off while giving you that sheepish Mechenbier grin; but word has it that no matter how rapidly he talks or how coyly he grins, that trip to the altar after graduation will leave him speechless and wan! Ed is renowned for his own personally, perfected system of early morning studying. The formula is simple—lie on your bed and “think about it for awhile” and before you know it reveille! Needless to say, Easy Ed’s system has occasionally put him on the Dean’s other team. On the fields of friendly strife, Ed will never be forgotten for his valor during the heat of battle in a certain lacrosse game. It seems that he saved the game by intercepting a sure score with his body. Though Ed met his first love washing dishes in Dayton, he has found his last in the T-38 at Vance; and he is determined to make both a part of his life.

“Tony”

Anthony Leonedas Mellos

Tony, giving up the sunny climes of California to live in the “climate capital of the world,” came to USAFA after a semester at the University of California. Continuing his athletic career from high school and “Cal” in track and football, he added boxing. Although his boxing wasn’t exactly polished (more like a Los Angeles streetfighter), he fought his way into the finals of the 1963 Wing Boxing Championship uhdefeated. His program-chewing girl friend watched a crashing left hook mix with an on-coming chin to add up to his first defeat one “starry” Friday night. He was quite disappointed when, after taking the pilot training physical a few times, the flight surgeon traded him a seeing eye dog for a fighter aircraft. His future: SSD contracting, law, love, rich human relations, and flying (private, of course).

“Chet” Chester Durell Mercer

Missing a pen, or a toothbrush, or a book? Well, just see “Fingers” Mercer, Sixth Squadron’s own kleptomaniac. No wonder he was the best Materiel Sergeant Sixth ever had. Need an obscure fact about a football player or the economy of Upper Volta? Chet is a limitless depository of worthless facts and figures which, sometimes, help him shine as one of the wards of the Economics Department. Looking for a big body to fill up a lacrosse goal? Chet becomes black and blue rather than let the little white ball by him. Enthusiastic yet sleepy, brilliant yet scatterbrained, a prodigious reader of novels and economic theorists, Chet has come a long way from a traumatic freshman year to become one of the more interested and interesting members of our class.

“Frflnfc”

Francis Barnes Midnight

Despite the failure of this lad to convince the Astro and Math Departments of the soundness of a “Gentleman’s C,” Frank graduates with the knowledge that he is a better civilian than when he entered. For something of permanent value, he leaves one memorable day on the old Form 12 as a lasting monument to a Fourth Classman’s ineptitude. Nevertheless, through blood, sweat, and tears, he lowered his golf score, learned to appreciate sports cars, and, in the twilight of his cadet career, even dated some of Colorado’s female attractions. Despite this, his reputation as a “Rock” will continue as he establishes a “last bastion of bachelorhood” at Webb AFB, Texas with some of his loyal cohorts.

Future predictions: Hot sticks; Hotter car; Texas chicks, and a silver star.

Gregory John Miheve

After discovering Colorado Springs on a map to find out where he was headed, this denizen of the “U.P.’s” north woods arrived to begin four years of alternating favor and censure by both the Dean and the Comm Shop, becoming an expert inthe why’s and wherefore’s but somehow never the how-to’s of EE and Navigation. Discovering in track a refuge from both, the “Hunchback of F-l” lurked in the halls of 6th Squadron waiting only for track weekends and summer leave. Craig AFB is the next stop for the rock of 6th and after that, MATS, probably.

John Richard Mikels

“Mike”

Mike walked into the Academy gates after serving two years in the “real” Air Force. Those two years saw him working at several bases in the ZI and even at Clark AB in the Philippines. He was very impressed with the beauty of the South Pacific and returned with slanted views of life and love. An avid nature boy, he spends many weekends on combination camping (and drinking) trips. Mike considers himself a rock and his immediate plans do not include marriage. He’ll buzz the lowlands of Georgia during pilot training and hopes to become the “greatest pilot” in TAC.

David Emil Miller “Dare”

Dave wasn’t especially eager at first to leave his home for the Academy since it meant missing graduation from high school, but he soon became so attached to USAFA that he spent much of his first class year in his room. His interest in people and desire to succeed helped him in his job as Squadron Commander as we know it will as an officer. This New Yorker has found the West to his liking and with some intelligence and a bright red convertible, he plans to start his career under that California sun and in grad school.

“Ernie”

Ernest Earl Miller

12th Squadron regrets the loss of its Wing Champion—Ernie Miller. Wing Champion TV watcher, that is. He’s one of the all time great guys ever to become a command TV viewer. He hasn’t sweated a thing or worried for any of his 23 years, but you couldn’t tell it from his lessening hair problem. Everyone agrees that Ernie is one of the frankest, most intelligent, easygoing, well-liked individuals around—even though he did originate from Kentucky. He also has solved the girl problem. Ernie’s next stop is Laredo, Texas.

“Mike”

Michael Irvin Miller

Perched ready to strike Who else but 1st Squadron’s answer to the “Surfin’ Bird,” Mike Miller. Those who first saw “M-l” when he came tothe Academy from the booming metropolis of Union Lake, Michigan, thought him to be a shy, retiring, notdestined-to-be-noticed individual, but these initial impressions soon faded away. Friends came slow at first, but they stayed friends and Mike will graduate as one of the most respected and best liked cadets in 1st Squadron. Never hypocritical, a mediator, loyal, a person one can value as a good and lasting friend, Mike will go far on the “Aerospace Team,” as he affectionately calls his future profession, and will have no trouble at all getting his letter.

Kris”

Kristian Michael Mineau

Though reared in the cultural atmosphere of a New England Prep School, Germany’s biggest export since beer brewing found himself drafted into the thin atmosphere of USAFA. Somehow this crafty cadet has managed to stay in the Dean’s graces. Kris is known for his high GPA—girls, parties, and alcohol—and finds relief for his frustrations in weekend ski trips and leaves spent in Europe. However, just as our Prussian Ivy Leaguer is becoming accustomed to four button blue suits and Rocky Mountain spring water, they threaten to graduate him. Therefore, he has decided to travel to Phoenix, take in a little pilot training, and eventually reorganize the Luftwaffe.

“Larry”

Lawrence Joseph Mink

Hailing from New Cumberland, Pa., “Mink the Monk,” or “Monk the Mink” (it really sounds quite nice both ways) breezed into USAFA early one bright and sunny day, the 27th of June it seems, to take up his carefree existence. Undaunted, un-intimidated, and unmolested, our unfestered friend undauntlessly climbed the weary ladder to success and at the very top paused to laugh triumphantly in the face of the woes and troubles he left trampeled behind. With that, gold bars clutched tightly in sweaty hands, he took a step and plunged to the depths of second lieutenancy, neatly landing in his Austin Healey and driving away into the sunset—headed, no doubt, for the sunny wonderland of Texas and a berth in the Class of 66A on his way to becoming a pilot of renown. Somewhere in this story the three letter word, Jan, figures in, but as of yet our hero has refused to divulge the when’s and where’s of the matter. Lar has been through the best and worst with us, and we sent after him a hearty “good luck/

Dennis William Montgomery "Monty

Monty hails from Wisconsin, the southern part, though still in Yankeeland. He battled Russian and Mechanics winning easily, but EE managed to give him the shock of his life. After finishing a tour as Squadron Commander of Tiger 10, he was often seen piloting a black TR-3 with skis to match into the mountains of Colorado. That is, if he could get someone to give him a push. After graduation, it’s marriage to a young Wisconsin lass, and then off to Williams AFB to realize a life long dream—to fly and fly -- and fly.

Larry Albert Moore

The rapidly expanding community of Marion, Iowa, claims “Lar” as a favorite son, and it is especially proud of the way he never let the academic departments push him around—very much. Although once a confirmed rock, Larry lost a quick five dollars to a roommate when a sweet young thing from neighboring Illinois let him catch her. Avoiding college, Larry spent a couple of years in the Air Force enlisted ranks before accommodating the Academy. After leaving his mark on USAFA, Larry’s plans include marking up a few airplanes in pilot training at Craig AFB, Alabama. Gaining the reputation of being one of the hardest workers on the varsity wrestling team, he won his letter in this sport even though he was hampered by injuries every season. Larry’s determination, common sense, and good nature will undoubtedly qualify him as outstanding in any field.

Roy Elsworth Moore

“You can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy.” Most any evening during call-toquarters, you could see Roy walking barefooted through the halls of the Thirteenth Squadron even though the weather outside was 20 below and blowing snow. He was an honored member of the Dean’s Black List every semester at the Academy; therefore, he thrived on the “privileges of the next lowest class.” “So live that when you come at last to die the obituary writers won’t have to lie,” is his philosophy in life.

Earle Lee Moreland, Jr. “Dufce”

Hailing from York, Pennsylvania, the home of Bob Hoffman and “HiPro,” the “Duke” easily made the switch from barbells to scotch and soda, and went on to become an integral member of the outer fringe in Eighth Squadron known as the Goon Squad. Socially hampered by an infinite number of confinements, Duke eventually emerged from solitary undaunted to become the squadron’s social Cassius Clay. A man of diverse interests, ranging from girls, to athletics and cars, and back to girls, most of the Duke’s leisure time is spent in the depths of such places as the Rat and the Tool. A true “rock” for all of his twenty-three plus years, he has finally met his equal in a racy blonde that’s really hot, a white GTO convertible. Graduation will find them pulling a sail boat to adventures unknown at Laredo. He’ll make out all right wherever he goes.

“Moose”

Richard Thomas Morris

“Moose” was brought to USAFA to play football from Duryea, Pa. He found a job as a guard for two years and devoted what little time he had left to the academic department and to building good public relations for the Academy among the local female population. A roving eye, discriminating taste, and a rock-like attitude will serve his case of young bachelorhood for several years to come. Dick plans to put his tremendous P.R. ability to work in and around Lubbock, Texas, after graduation.

“Tom”

Thomas Henry Morris

Tom came to the Academy from Albion, Michigan. During his stay here he developed a keen interest in light plane flying and earned his private pilot’s license. During his spare time, friends may find him enjoying his favorite pastimes which include Hemingway novels, playing tennis, and polishing his blue Pontiac. After graduation, he is looking forward to pilot training in Texas.

“Pete”

James Peter Morrison

Pete came to USAFA from Toledo, Ohio, and goes to Laredo, Texas, a more sorry but wiser man. There he will train for those coveted wings. His four years at USAFA have been capped by this last fling of first class year. With his time taken up by getting lost on survival, fixing the clutch on his Tempest, and running back and forth to Chicago to see his girl, it’s a wonder how he managed to maintain his high standards in the classroom and militarily. He has shown the desire and ability to accomplish tasks here which will stand him in good stead as an officer. Pete is the type that one can rely upon, and one which I count it a privilege to have studied with, and am looking forward to serving with.

“Dare” David Campbell Much

Hailing from the greater San Francisco area, Dave is a true native son. (“Don’t call it Frisco!”) Watching Dave study, one would think that he enjoyed it. Not so—that was a grimace, not a grin. His academic talents and aspirations led him to tackle the Purdue program, heading him toward a Master’s Degree in Astronautics. There was never any real problem, and Dave spent all four years on the Dean’s List. But scholastic endeavor was not his only talent. His forte was music, and as such, he lent himself fully into the Bluebard Society and its first and second annual productions, “Hey, Mr. Blue” and “The Trouble with Gruber,” by writing and arranging the complete musical scores for both shows. After graduation, Dave will be terrorizing the highways between USAFA and Williams AFB in his Volkswagen to get a chance to fly the equally speedy T-37—and perhaps a White Rocket or two.

44 Rabbit

Stephen Phelan Muller

Forsaking Drexel Institute and the Jersey shore, “Rabbit" entered the Blue Zoo. One of the last of the all-around types, he has excelled in spoils (soccer and tennis), academics, and social life. As Friendly First’s Squadron Commander, he made the dark ages of the second semester a little brighter. A great lover of the comfortable life, his weekends are invariably spent enjoving the cooking of a certain school teacher and the plush domestication of the Timbers. After graduation, a Fourth of July wedding, MATS and those comfortable 135’s, and many little red heads. A great asset to any organization, he will have a brilliant career in the Air Force—Guttes gluck rot Kopf!!

Thomas Charles Mummert “Tom”

THE BALLAD OF A GAMBLIN’ MAN

When Tom Mummert was a little baby, Sittin’ by a Kansas tree.

He looked on down at a deck of cards

Said, “A card playin’ man I’ll be.”

Tom Mummert loves our plate glass campus, Says the place is really alive

Couldn’t get enough in four years, man

So he thought he’d stick around for five.

Old Mouser, he told the Major “A man ain’t nothin’ but a man

So before I’ll cut my long hair off, I’ll die with a putter in my hand, That’s right, I’ll die with a putter in my hand.”

John Edward Murray, Jr. “Mose”

John, one of the short Texans, came to Disneyland East with an overpowering urge to fly, and wanted to get some “book larnin” at the same time. The long-promised air strip never developed, but the Dean did his best to keep life interesting for this young man with “the look of the eagle” in his eyes. “Mose,” as he is best known, soon discovered where his talents really lay, and avidly devoted his life to following the ski trails, the snow bunnies, and to finding some good bourbon at the trail’s end. After his emancipation, “Mose” will again be pursuing his dreams: the wild blue and a girl called Blossom.

Le Roy Charles Nauton, Jr. “Dw/ce”

“The Duke decided to take the five year route to insure enough time for a thorough study of some of the finer aspects of Colorado’s social environment. Third Squadron’s leader in time in grade as a confirmed bachelor, Duke counts his main interests as: #1 remaining a bachelor, #2 keeping his one “steady” Lizz (a TR-3) in top running condition, and #3 celebrating any and every festive occasion with his usual competitive gusto. While at the Academy, Duke has been on the Commandant’s List six semesters, and as for the Dean, it’s only the final score that counts. After graduation, Duke will pack his Maryland ideas and his Colorado training into Lizz and head south to Laughlin way.

“Rog”

Roger Philip Neeland

From the depths of the darkest, most secret wind tunnel of all comes the cry of the angry aerodynamicist: “Okay, we’ll assume that’s constant!” After graduation from Chadron High School, Nebraska, Rog put on his levis and boots, said goodby to Old Swayback, his favorite horse, and headed West to Ranch USAFA, which he found to be a school for Aero majors. After four years of the “Linerarized Theory of Non-Linearites,” which rendered him high in his class, his interests have turned from herding cattle to Corvettes and young ladies. As squadron money man, he always seemed to find some way to finance the gas bills for his weekly drag to Denver. Graduation will see Cadet Cowboy heading to Texas, home of the original cowboys, to saddle a bucking helicopter.

Marty”

Martin James Neuens

His friendly smile and grubby jokes will certainly be missed by the Wing next year. Marty has been a member of the ski team for the past three years and has lent his talents (and guts) to the cross-country ski courses and the bigger jumps around the area. “Nevins” can be seen on the slopes, behind the wheel of his 1964 Super Sport, or under a cold glass of beer just about any weekend. Marty has been one of the undeserving members of the Dean’s Team about 50% of the time the past four years. He maintains that the key to his success in academics is to shoot a couple of games of pool each night. Marty is looking forward to attending pilot training next year at Reese amongst some of those 7000 co-eds at Texas Tech.

“Chuck”

Charles Edward Noyes

Putting away his guns (soldiering and otherwise), Chuck traded his regular Air Force uniform and station in Maine’s north woods for cadet blues and Colorado’s Rocky Mountain Academy. After graduating from one of Boston’s better high schools way back in the Stone Age, he found that the electronics field was his calling. So he joined the “good old” Air Force where he received most of his training and experience working with radios, TVs, or anything that sparks. Around 20th Squadron he’s known as the old man, but a wise one in his field. Ask him about years and he’ll tell you years don’t count—it’s how they’re used. After graduation, Chuck plans to get the rating of “Aerospace Helicopter Pilot.” No matter what command he goes into, he’ll probably never be very far from TAC.

“Dave”

David Francis O’Brien

“OBs” came to 13th Squadron from an eastern city that is about as far East as you can get—Hull, Mass. He managed to survive his classmates’ razzing about “pahking the cah” well enough to become an academic terror and scourge of the soccer fields. “Obie” was always an asset to a party. He provided romantic competition to any unsuspecting guy who was slightly potted. The little fellow would saunter up to a couple and introduce himself to the girl—“Hi, I’m Dave - What’s your name?” By then it was all over, because the girl would inevitably fall for Dave. We all know that if Ralph (nickname) can keep away from the food a bit, he’ll be a relatively slim grad school student in the Nuclear Engineering curriculum at Wisconsin.

“O’ Bie

Carey Law O'Bryan, III

North from the Land of Enchantment rode O’Bie to begin a four year existence one Blue Monday. What he considered competition, Carey accomplished in passing fashion. Grades came easily and he was surprised. Falter did he only when he decided Jack was becoming a dull boy. Sometimes known as Chops, his pearly whites were frequently seen around campus. Nearly a confirmed cowboy, he still liked cowgirls better than cows, although he met more of the latter in Colorado. Now O’Bie leaves in quest of furthering his education. Hoping this quest leads to Sunny California, when last seen O'Bie was working on his hardtop with a can opener. Some day might find him at the top.

Timothy Francis O'Keefe, Jr. “Tim'’

Being a born and bred “fighter jock,” Tim did not take readily to the restriction imposed on him at USAFA. For four years he avoided being tamed, and his jovial nature became a permanent fixture in Seventh Squadron. However, his laughing at EE and Security Flight almost extended his “happy times” at the Blue Zoo. Remaining undaunted, whether on the ski slopes, in his big bad Dodge, or running through Vandenberg hallways, you could always hear his familiar cry of “Woopy-do.” Between laughs, he made the Commandant’s List (both of them) and became the guardian of ski club equipment. Always well-liked, well-lubricated, and wellfed, he was the hit of many a party both during and after. Come graduation, Tim is sure to beat the “rush from the Rockies” on his way to Craig AFB to carry on the family fighter pilot tradition.

Gary Sidney Olin “Oiic”

While serving his time here, “Snake” has exhibited a strong love for five things: airplanes (any and all kinds—but we’re betting on TAC); golf (“Arnie Olin” has been a 4-year member of the varsity golf team); certain girls; a 1950 Pontiac Bonneville known as the Chief; and social (?) drinking, something he deems important to the socially competent officer, or even a cadet. After graduation, this “Rock-of-the-Rockies” plans to go around the world “on about 80 dollars.” This should, he says, broaden his horizons concerning those areas of intrigue which he so often missed during his monastic four years at USAFA.

Frederick Slioyer Olmsted, Jr. “Fred”

Chula Vista, California, a northern suburb of Tia Juana or a southern suburb of San Diego, depending on the point of view, sends us Fred. “They” said it would never last but come July it will have lasted through the full four-year term and Fred will hang it up for good when he trips down the aisle with Barbara, his high school sweetheart. Isn’t young love wonderful? Noted for his huge appetite, his hollow leg, his baseball fireballing, and his quick wit, it can never be said that the oT lefthander met defeat in a verbal exchange. August will find the wife, et. al., packed into the Grand Prix and headed for pilot training at Vance AFB.

“Steve”

Stephen Ronald Olsen

Leaving the sunny beaches of Southern California, Steve came to the Academy with only a tan and a smile. Finding academics to be an easy endeavor at most, Ole allocated his talents in other directions. Among his top achievements are seven different dates in one day and the greatest mental phone directory in Cadet Wing history. Four years at the Academy have not dampened this man’s enthusiasm and friendliness. His positive attitude has yielded him admiration by many and a quantity of lasting friendships. The future for Ole and his intended includes pilot training and many little Olsen’s.

“Turns”

John Franklin Osborn

Through the grace of God and those in authority, this tall, lanky, modest Nebraskan from Columbus, John Franklin Osborn, has finally reached the first plateau in his ambition to make a million dollars. It wasn’t all work for our hero, however, for his hobby was to make life miserable for C.U. girls. Being a strict advocate of the total man concept, Johnnie enjoyed not only being on the pistol team but also crashing parties whereupon he always managed to live up to his nickname. Unfortunately, womanhood has lost this “friend” to a fast talking Nebraskan.Johnrested up for his activities during the week, and to say that “Tattoo” was an unknown tune to him would be something of an understatement. Actually, nothing can accurately describe this dynamo, so we leave his final epitaph for the world to write.

Frank Coffee Packer

The “rabbit” blew in from Alexandria, Va., with a scintillating athletic and academic background and continued to excel in these areas with an absolute minimum of effort. FCP is tagged for his propensity to say the right thing at the wrong time and not to be outdone by the antics of Richard Bong, Frank was the first human to land a plane unannounced and out of gas on the Washington Golf and Country Club golf course (7th fairway). Forthis feat he received the CSCCRS (Commandant’s Special Credit Card Request Slip). Frank has divided his time between gymnastics, baseball, banjo pickin’, and flying while still maintaining his hold on the Superintendent’s Merit List—one of the all time adventurers who could do something in the Air Force if it’s big enough for his Seven League boots.

“Ed”

William Edward Palikainen

“Com’n Palikainen, pop up that chest.” These were the words that echoed in Ed’s ears during doolie summer. What a change from campus life at the University of Michigan. Ed spent two years there in Aero Engineering before coming to the Blue Zoo. Whenever someone asked him where he was from, he calmly replied, “Union Lake, Michigan—where the city limit signs are back to back.” Ed participated in track, judo, weight lifting, and skiing while at the Mountain Monastery, but he spent the majority of his time with a certain blonde he intends to marry upon graduation, and his red fuelinjection Corvette. Some say that upon graduation, they’ll see Ed and his blonde co-pilot leave the north gate at 130 miles per hour. “After all,” says Ed, “that’s the best way to see USAFA—in the rear view mirror.”

Donald Lee Palky

“Don”

The loss of the Future Farmers of America was the Dean's gain as fairhaired Don ambled down from Dorchester, Neb., to prove that getting above 3.5 was as easy as milking cows. Quiet and reserved in the squadron area, he drove various instructors into hysteria with his handwriting that scholars have compared to ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. A true ‘Rock,’ Don sides with Playboy in condemning marriage before the age of thirty as near lunacy. Looking back to family relations in the 19th century, he is determined to reverse the emancipation movement of American womanhood. Given the opportunity, he will convince anyone that the small farmer is still the backbone of democracy and that only cities produce juvenile delinquents. Even with such odd ideas, Don is bound to make a fine officer and should have little trouble applying his academic abilities toward serving the Air Force well.

Jack Casella Paterno, Jr.

The word “gentle” is much maligned. It has been applied to everything from detergents to people. When it refers to the latter, the modern mind thinks of someone vaguely effeminate. But, calling to mind that the quality of gentility is what makes a gentleman, and that it is this quality which the hardly effeminate men of the Middle Ages sought, it would seem that this is the “mot juste” for Jack. With a feeling for the poetic and the literary, he is infused with the warm, selfless sensibility which moves him to champion the oppressed. It is his love for flying and silver wings flashing through the wild blue yonder that turned him from the monastic life and caused him to endure four years devoid of the Classics. Radical, self-confident, and thorough, the Candyman makes his debut at Moody. Many happy landings!

Freddie Ray Patterson “Fred”

When asked where he is from, his answer will usually be “you name it, I claim it.” Fred claims East Orange, New Jersey, as his present stomping grounds. When the weekend rolls around, you’ll find the “Imp,” as he is often called, out chasing girls in his ’57 Thunderbird. His attitude toward academics can be summed up as, “who needs em,” and this is the way he has worked his way through four years at the Academy. Fred’s plans for the future stem around pilot training and continued chasing, and hoping he doesn’t get caught for awhile.

Kurt Bellmer Pauer

Kurt came to us from the cabbage capital of the country—Salinas, California—with previous service and a Corvette-type gleam in his eye. After four years Kurt has earned three Dean’s stars, one turn-out exam, one Class III, and his Corvette. Known to all as “the best radio wimp at the Academy,” he has compiled quite a record in his endeavors as a HAM. Reese will see Kurt and his red ‘vette after graduation, although the odds are that Kurt will sleep through the swearing-in ceremony.

Mike

Michael Daniel Pavich

When Coach Spear’s basketball team needed a clutch basket, a big rebound, or a great defensive effort, it was usually the Falcon’s #33 who produced the needed goods. As he did on the basketball court, 3d Squadron’s easy-going Mike Pavich will leave his mark on thisworld. The kind of individual anyone would be proud to claim as a friend, Mike has an innate self-confidence and courage that will carry him far. Athletics, though Mike’s piece of cake, eventually led to his downfall. He spent too much time around the gym and one fateful day wandered into the wrong Athletic Department office. There, behind a typewriter, was the blue eyed, pretty, smiling ingredient that transformed “the rock’’ into sandstone and for Mike school was out. The date is set for June 3d 1964.

"Denny"

Dennis Sigmund Pazdan

Born and raised in the “Windy City,” Denny came to Aluminum U. right out of high school. Making sure that any problem, big or small, would not botherhim led to one of Denny’s claims to fame, that he spent as much time on the Dean’s List (the other one) as off of it. Another is his trick of using a car’s rear window instead of the door as an exit in an emergency. Having a “Scotchman’s” taste and a “beer man’s” pocket book, Denny bought himself an Impala and nick-named it “The Wanderer” with hopes that he, too, will remain that way, at least for a few years after graduation. Post-graduation plans include flight training at Laredo (which is better than at Laughlin) and then TAC fighters.

Harry Jonathan Pearce

Harry is presently the owner of a Corvette which has not gotten as much use as required during the last semester at the Academy due to his concentrated and rewarding efforts in debating. His debating started in earnest in high school and has continued through four successful years at the Academy. In fact, several colleges and universities have taken note of his excellent academic achievements and requested his presence on their campuses, and after much thought and consultation, he has decided a nurse can get a job close to Northwestern University. Here Harry hopes to get his degree in Law and then on to continually bigger and better things in thisworld.

“Ed”

Edward Taylor Pegg

Leaving his home in Port Chester, New York, Ed took off on his four year career as a USAFA Cadet. Many of his plans materialized, and some did not. To all the guys in “Niner”, Ed is an easy-going sort of an individual who, though he is hardly ever around, always gets his jobs done. He is rather quiet in outside appearance, but perhaps that’s due to his letting off his emotional instabilities with his activities on the varsity rifle team. Ed contributed a lot to the achievements of Niner, and we’re sure he will do the same wherever he goes. Naturally, future plans include flying, but high on the list also is marriage and a little of the “good life.”

Guillermo Perez

From the used car capital of the West, Culver City, comes “Wild Bill. After spending an outstanding year at Loyola U. of Los Angeles, tearing up their ROTC program, he landed at USAFA, where he immediately started off to show people that anyone could make it through. To protect himself from the women dying to be with him, he continually requested assignments to isolated places and was finally rewarded with a three week stay in a space capsule in Marietta, Ga. Through great “skill” he has managed to drive toward the top of the squash ladder without ever having played a match. His outstanding performance as Squadron Academic Officer resulted in his squadron finishing an outstanding 24th. Having survived three semesters on 24th’s Varsity EE team, he hopes to be assigned to Southern California, learning about our aircraft industry as a procurement officer.

Martin Samuel Pesut “Marty”

Marty, even though it doesn’t sound like it, comes from Youngstown, Ohio. Marty came to the Academy after one year of college as a civilian. Since that time, he has settled down to become a serious student, and an excellent cadet. Marty is probably one of the most popular men in his class due to his tremendous personality and winning smile. He always likes having a party, anytime, anywhere. Next to his favorite hobby, dating girls, he likes to date girls with apartments. Marty is looking forward to pilot training and then graduate school. If you ever need him, look in his pad and then in his car.

David Paul Pierce “Dave”

On coming to USAFA from Portland, Oregon, Dave proceeded to do battle with the English Department for two whole years trying to get through English 101 and 102. After this he decided that academics would take care of themselves. His being on the Dean’s List several times proves that they have, which also proves his theory that “grades are inversely proportional to study time.” After graduation, Dave plans on going into civil engineering. Good luck Dave!

James Barrie Pierce “Jim”

Born into the Air Force and claiming Texas as his home stomping grounds, Jim plans to wind up his five-year military academy career (a year at Texas A&M) with marriage, sale of a T-Bird, and pilot training, in that order. Having been an Engineering Science major, a Dance Committee rep., and various other things for four years, Jim bids AFA a fond farewell.

“Rich” Richard Edwin Porter

“Rich” comes from Muncie, Indiana, to the wide open spaces of Colorado. At the Academy Rich learned “not to reason why but spec and apply.” His greatest love outside of the opposite sex is basketball in which he played all four years at the Academy. Post graduation plans include a trip to Europe and pilot training at Vance AFB.

“Geno”

Eugene Walter Pottenger

Geno hails from a thriving Illinois corn town, DeKalb. He picked up momentum in both thought and action during his four years at USAFA and launched into his Air Force career with all systems go. Feeling a little lost in this marvelous palace, his home town girl came to comfort him and plans to tie the knot. Further plans include nursing an F-100.

“Mike” Michael James Povich

It took three and a half years for the coal dust to wear off the Brownstown Flash so everyone could see what he looked like. Once revealed, a collection was taken up immediately to send him back to the mines. Mike is well noted for his ample abilities in the areas of History and Political Science, narrowly missing out on a post-graduate fellowship to Ferndale University. Mike’s generous nature was manifested in many ways—primarily as a principal supporter of the National Brewers Association. Mike’s even temper is attested to by his Wing record for ejections from intramural contests. Whatever the future holds for this miscreant from the mines, it won’t be dull.

Prinz” Jon Ernest Prenez

“Prinz” left the streets of Newark, N. J. many years ago reaching for bigger and better things. His lust for life wasn’t satisfied on the merryfraternity-go-round, so he reached again and found himself at USAFA. In fact, after four years he found himself still at USAFA. With his debonair manner and fine taste in women and clothes, Jon would fit well on the staff of Playboy magazine. Thus, it is apt that he was chosen as Squadron Commander of the “Playboy 19th.” However, even though he can set a hard pace at having fun, when he gets down to business he means business. Jon can still handle a knife—probably a vestige of Newark days. He captained the fencing team as top sabreman, and was a primary contributor to the team’s record of being the most winning varsity sport at USAFA. Jon’s not ready to slow down yet; he’s still accelerating. There are too many places to go and things to do. He’ll leave the settled life for the aged or unimaginative. Philosophy like this can only breed success.

Larry Leon Priest

Larry came to USAFA from Wood River, Illinois, which has a popular suburb by the name of St. Louis. Although having a little trouble with the Dean at times, Larry managed to occupy his time very effectively with duties as 21st’s Executive Officer. “Lar” demonstrated his athletic prowess many times on the intramural fields and was a valuable asset to every team he was on. His popularity and good character were shown when his classmates elected him as their Ethics representative. Although his eyesight will keep him from being a pilot, Larry will still get in the air as a navigator after he completes the required training at James Connally AFB. There is no specific girl at this time says “Lar,” but there have been rumblings about a certain, specific girl from Wood River.

Alexander H. Purcell, III “Sandy”

During his Academy years, Sandy was a man of originality and top performance. His quiet manner masked an active mind which led him to a variety of achievements, including a very respectable position near the top of his class. Sandy’s interests were each of them a witness to his individuality. Judo and skiing were two of the sports which he most enjoyed; and for a more intellectual kind of exercise, he was often seen puttering around in one of his notebooks where he was usually busy on some latest short story or poem. His greatest predilection seemed to be for this literary hobby, and there is no doubt that the experiences of his Air Force career will be a valuable source for further efforts in this field. The high standards which Sandy always set for himself and the energy with which he pursued all activities was responsible for a fine cadet record and will continue to assure his place among officers and men.

John Michael Quigley “Qaigs”

Quigs entered the Academy with a brilliant mind plus smiling Irish enthusiasm, and, after four years of struggle, has managed to graduate with both undiluted. After dabbling with the slide rule set, John transferred his analytical abilities to Economics, a field in which he would no doubt have established his reputation, were it not for his winning a Fulbright to Sweden—where his reputation may not be enhanced at all. John is also known for his pathological habits of sleep, for his admirable record of taking extended trips on Academy business only to arrive back in time for the weekend party, and as half of the indomitable team of Quigley and/or Martin which raises and trains boa constrictors. All in all, Quigley meets Sweden or for that matter, Quigley meets Anything, is bound to be a treat.

Thomas Tweeten Rauk “Tom”

Presenting a tall blond Norwegian from Wisconsin. Tom came to USAFA with a background of Air Force life and world travels. His last year of high school was in Europe, and he seemed to like it so much that he went back during his summer leave for the next four years. While at the Academy, his interests have centered around soccer, skiing, and sports car; not academics. Hislast year was especially bright when he acquired his own skiing equip- ment and a TR-4. Tom is looking forward to flying at Webb. From there he would like to fly for TAC, perhaps Viet-Nam, and eventually be an Air Attache in South America. We all look forward to following his progress and wish him luck in whatever he does.

“Jim”

James Moore Raver

Jim, having ascended to the “Zoo” from the rolling green hills of western Maryland, has gained the distinction of being the proud owner of one souped-up, three-quarter ton, green pick-up truck. When not absorbed in his favorite sport of covering every square inch of his person with used engine grease, Jim may be found slaying some of the slicker Colorado types. On weekends, Jim usually can be seen chasing mountain goats down impossible trails in his green monster. Having successfully done battle with the academic department for eight action-packed, mentally stimulating, and morally challenging semesters, Jim is heading for pilot training in the sunny South with aspirations of becoming the undisputed best fighter pilot in the world at least northern New Mexico

"Ace""

Addison Clark Rawlins, III

Ace liked the system so much at Texas A&M that he decided to try another year of it at USAFA. Colorful as only a Texan can be, he had soon extended activities of the Wing to flagpole climbs and rattlesnake hunts. He even gained a reputation for his activity and his agreeable personality. Ace, however, has one attitude problem: he wants to fly! June will bring answers to all his frustrations —a degree, a wedding, and orders to start doing what the Air Force is supposed to do in the first place.

Irish 99

Joseph John Redden

Joe, hailing from the distant city of Denver, accomplished much during his four years at the Academy. Following in his father’s footsteps, Joe is well on his way to becoming an excellent career officer. He held such positions as Fourth Group Sergeant Major and 24th Squadron Commander. Although his efforts as Humor Editor for the Talon were often times thwarted by the powers that be, Joe brought forth much laughterthroughout the cadet wing. Having already obtained jump wings, Joe hopes to become a forward air controller for TAC upon completing pilot training. Joe’s fine ability to lead by example and hiskeen awareness of the needs of his subordinates will undoubtedly aid him in becoming one of the future leaders of the Air Force.

“Dorm""

Dorman Ralph Reed, Jr.

Dorm, a native of Toledo, Ohio, came to us fresh and innocent from high school. Four years, however, have taken their toll. A somewhat cynical philosopher, he now has as his goal the search for “the good life.” When not sleeping, reading paperbacks (everything from Plato to Mickey Spillane), or occasionally studying, he can be found piloting his new “409” on a low-level mission to CWC or DU by way of the Rathskeller. Snorting disdainfully at the mere mention of marriage, Dorm foresees a trip around the world after graduation, pilot training at Reese, and a long, happy bachelorhood in the “real” Air Force.

Robert Linton Reeves tfob

“Ranger Bob” hails from the backwoods of suburban Atlanta, Georgia. Before coming to the Academy, Ranger Bob spent a very undistinguished year in one of those decadent, evil, and thoroughly enjoyable civilian institutions where the student body is more concerned with not letting the academic program interfere with education than it is with not letting academics interfere with athletics interfere with military training interfere with academics. Ranger has been a member of the Special Warfare Group since its infancy three years ago. Many times he has been accused of caring more about the group than his girlfriend (especially by his girlfriend). Following graduation, this southern gentleman will be married to a Denver girl whom he calls “the most beautiful woman in the world.” He and his new bride hope to proceed individually to the University of Michigan where he will study metallurgy under the sponsorship of the National Science Foundation. Then to beloved Georgia and the Army’s Ranger School at Fort Benning.

Charles Russell Register "Russ''

After getting lost in a Valley Forge blizzard one day, Russ stumbled upon USAFA and decided to remain for four more years of blizzards. Declaring that the outside world was uninhabitable, he retired to his room for four years of intensive studying. After totaling some 5000 hours of desk time (believed to be an all time record), Russ feels that he is now ready to return to the world and make his mark in history. The last of a rugged line of cynical individualists, a leadingopponent of intramurals, highly critical of women with dyed hair, and last but not least, a hard and tireless worker, Russ most certainly will go far in life.

Richard David Reinking “Dick”

Whenever anyone ever asked, “Who’s 11th Squadron goalie?”, the answer was always Reinking. Hailing from nearby Colorado Springs, Dick was a hockey goalie recruit until there was no hockey team. He then played goalie for the LaCross Club and field hockey teams. In his athletic endeavors, what he lacked in size, he made up for with determination and effort. Dick’s plans for the future include pilot training.

James Henry Renschen “Jim”

The simple “Tool” of St. Louis (home of Budweiser) came to USAFA and began making his mark as a Dool! Being Captain of the Frosh Soccer team was only a stepping stone to becoming the Varsity squad’s co-captain and an All-American candidate. AsExec of Tranquil Twelve, his quick wit added another zero to the gloom of the dark ages. With a major in extracurricular activities and a minor in academics, he plans to aim his T-Bird toward pilot training and military governorship of Moscow.

“Tex"

James Alvin Richmond

“Tex” hails from a small town in the Lone Star State by the name of Blanket. A consistent performer on the High Power Rifle Team, he divides his time between firing down range and driving the “Denver Dash.” He is a frequent user of the 85-87 runway and rumor has it that he supports the Castle Rock J.P. Jim, a Corvette powered enthusiast, has been engaged in numerous extracurricular activities and says that his favorite sport is water skiing. He plans to continue his sterling operational and academic (?) performance in pilot training at Laredo AFB after graduation.

“Turk"

WKarl Wendell Richter

After realizing the Air Force’s need for hard core professionals, Karl packed his bags, said goodbye to Holly, Michigan, and came to USAFA. After endless major adjustments, the Academy and Karl have learned to live with each other. Being a true aesthetic, Karl has learned to enjoy the finer things of life such as free beer at the Cadet Club, a good morning nap after a long night of sleep, and a good looking girl who would just love to meet our Karl. Karl never liked his studies so he never studied. His main contribution in the academic field was the invention of the Richter Study Curve which is a growth of the “minimum energy to graduation” principle. Karl, alias Turk, has a real good head for sports. In fact, he is known to have broken an opponent’s leg with his head during a rugby contest. If the past is any indication of the future, we can expect just about anything from capable Karl. Flying training and a set of wings are Bongo Richter’s next goal. Air Force Beware! The age of Richter has begun.

“Dave"

David J. Rickel

Dave was one of the few cadets who was able to be named to the Superintendent’s List all eight semesters he attended the Academy. He was justly rewarded during his first class summer by being placed on basic cadet detail wing staff. On weekends he could usually be seen heading for the parking lot in his casual dungarees. He spent most of his time during the week studying or listening to classical music on his stereo. Immediately after graduation, Dave will head somewhere Southwest, somewhere in the US, to fly some kind of an airplane.

“Dave"

Edward David Risch

Dave decided to trade thecold regions of Michigan for the sunshine of Colorado in June of ’60. Right away he began to compile an admirable record. He was placed on the Superintendent’s list for four semesters and on the Commandant’s list for seven. His military standing acquired for him such jobs as first sergeant, group sergeant major, squadron commander, and group commander. However, his greatest contribution to humanity was to 23rd’s squadron parties. Since he was extremely interested in medicine, Dave hopes to attend medical school after graduation. Immediate plans, however, include marriage and Personnel School.

Kish

David Horace Rislier

When just barely 17, Dave came to USAFA from Washington D.C. as the youngest man in the Class of ’64. Despite his age, he proved to be one of the more intelligent members of his class. It was said that he could close his eyes while reading a book, sleep through class, and still get above a 3.00 grade average. Dave distinguished himself in other areas, too. He marched at least as many tours as anyone in his class. He also held more cadet “supply” jobs than any other two cadets. Much of his free time was spent in his red and black ’55 Plymouth. It took a lot of nerve to drive it, but Dave enjoyed it thoroughly. Wherever he goes, Dave will do things in a big way and enjoy living.

Richard Stephen Ritchie *'Ritch”

One product North Carolina is mighty proud of is our tough halfback Steve Ritchie. Trained as a quarterback in Reidsville (where is that?), Ritch was on his way to the University of North Carolina when visions of blue uniforms and screaming falcons put him under Martin’s wing. With his curve-matching guidance system in the all-go position, Ritch campaigned four years against the Dean. After great success in side stepping boththe Dean and enemy linemen, Ritch ran smack into Miss Darla Banks (Miss TeenAge America) in Dallas, Texas. By trading in a cherished dream for a Buick Riviera and acquiring a toy poodle, Darla and Ritch plan to cross the goal line in June. Pilot training will put the finishing touches on this fairy tale.

Colin Keith Robbins “Birdie”

The Bird migrated West in ’60 with little more than the latest Skeeter Davis album and a North Carolina drawl to his name— which explains why he got no farther than Colorado. Having made the decision to stick it out, he proceeded to make the best of it—to the consternation of the Chemistry Department and assorted AOC’s. If you can find the Bird in the midst of the maze of stereo equipment cluttering his room, you will behold one ofthe best liked, most competent cadets in the Wing—traits the Air Force will be hard pressed to ignore. After graduation, it looks like marriage—as soon as the right girl finds him—and an AFIT slot at Wright-Pat. AFB—if he lives through a sixty day tour of Europe.

Michael Richard Robbins “MiAc”

Mike considered himself a Californian even though his family moved to Illinois his doolie year. In four years he managed to get by with only one Class II for “singing lewd songs in the hallway of another squadron area after taps,” but after spending nights putting up signs or being held at the Air Police headquarters after taps, he was lucky not to be on permanent confinements. As a pistol shot he was an NRA College All-America and lettered two years. After graduation will be a wedding and then graduate school. You might find him at MIT, Purdue, or in Stuttgart on a Fulbright. After all this, he still plans to go to pilot training.

“Phil”

Philip Arnold Roberts

The pride and joy of Lewisburg, Ohio (wowser) is probably least infamous for his unbounded handball know-how. Phil, a Purdue has-been (when in fact, a never-was) can be seen on weekends devouring large quantities of asphalt viahis ’57 Chrysler (the Wing’s answer to the shortage of dump trucks in these parts—truly, a big car with big car mileages). Willybound, the Man with a Horn is shooting for an Apollo-outer-space-Buck Rogers-type ride to unforeseen lands of enchantment, much to the pleasure and enjoyment of those who have come to love and adore him for the person he really is (whatever that means).

“Roby”

Lawrence Reed Robinson, III

Roby’s guide during his cadet career has been self-improvement. While meeting this goal, he has compiled a massive list of achievements. Standing near the top of his class, Roby nevertheless always had time for a good drink, and his guitar. On the athletic side Roby has played lacrosse for three years. Although never having the opportunity to challenge an “ivy-leaguer,” Cadet Robinson is still known for his adeptness at maiming the opposition. Most of all, Roby enjoys life. Roby can succeed at anything. After graduation will come pilot training.

“Ray”

Raymond Elmo Rodgers, Jr.

Ray, an Air Force brat, was originally from San Antonio, but now calls Waco, Texas, his home. Like any true Texan, he can be called upon at any time to give a discourse on the natural superiority of Texas girls. A wedding is planned in June with one Barbara Ann, who has been waiting patiently throughout Ray’s four year siege at the monastary. Secondary interests include sports cars, bridge, and water skiing. Post graduation plans are tech school and grad school inAstro.

“Joe” Joseph Eugene Rodwell

Alias Oddwell, Axlesmash, Rodsmell, etc., et al. Joe is one of the more colorful members of the squadron. Who could fail to recognize our hero walking back to the dorm after a meal? How could we make it through the day without an affectionate “home flipper,” or a rousing “SCEEE, HOGS” to shake the sleep from our eyes? Yes, Joe is a pretty indispensable fellow around here and it will be quite difficult to get along without him next year; however, our loss is the gain of pretty Miss Sue Johnson.

Alan Victor Rogers A.I

A1 came to USAFA from sunny Modesto, California, but continued his sunshine activities by becoming the fourth class blister of Vandenberg beach. Scoop was quite a “wheel” at USAFA as evidenced by roll tricks in Europe, only surpassed by his famed Arnold Hall roll. Following graduation, 17th Squadron’s pseudo rock will head for pilot training at Webb AFB in hopes that mid-air rolls will be less painful than his previous endeavors. The only question that looms on the horizon is whether Scoop will finish pilot training with his bachelor status intact.

Alexander Mansfield Ross “Al”

A1 is strictly the suave continental type; he drives a hot Volks, comes from Madrid, and plays center forward on the varsity soccer team. It’s pilot training immediately after graduation, and later he has dreams of language school. Best known for his quick wit and big nose, A1 claims that, among otheruseful things, the Academy has taught him to be a good listener.A true romantic Latin, he is going to be married to that certain girl right after graduation.

Edmund Rossnagel

4< Ed”

Arealrock from Warren, Ohio, Ed came as close as anyone to seeing every movie ever shown at Arnold Hall. That is, until his fiancee arrived in February of ’63. Since then, weekends usually find the two of them exploring one corner or another of Colorado Springs in a new, white Tempest. The Catholic Choir was Ed’s main extracurricular activity. An average student, he managed to make the Dean’s List about half the time although the occurrence of this event was usually as much a surprise to him as to everyone else. After graduation, Ed looks forward to pilot training and a try at becoming TAC’s hottest fighter jock.

Douglas Allen Rotman “Doug”

As a country hick chewing on a blade of grass, Doug unrooted himself from the wheatfields of Kansas in June of 1960 and moved slightly west to the mountains of Colorado. He found the climate more, and the freedom less, to his liking. Despite the influence of four years, he retains the independence and the pride of a tiller of the soil. He is also known as being a “blond Dutchman.” Dedicated to the proposition that man must conquer mountain, he set forth on skis to prove that even he could learn to ski. He still thinks that Kansans can learn to ski, it just takes longer. Feeling that the out-of-doors is something to be out in, he bought a black Ford convertible. Since Arizona seems to go with a convertible, Williams AFB will be the place for his next sojourn. Doug is dedicated to becoming an identifiable flying officer (IFO), and hopes to eventually grace the doors of a civilian institution for further education.

Ronald Nels Running

Nels hails from Frenchtown, Montana: a burgh so small that, counting the town’s 17 dogs and all the sheep, it still has less than 200 inhabitants. He majored in undergraduate drinking for two years at Carroll College in Helena (the State Capital if you’re interested in a geography lesson), and his training there has served him faithfully as a member of 6th Squadron. Nels spent the whole summer of 1962 living on a liquid diet in Europe. He returned full of storiesabout the girls in Mallorca and about the German beer. Nels goes to pilot training at Moody and then probably off to MATS. His short term ambition is to get a good flying assignment, and his long term one to complete a 30 year career.

“Mi/t”

Milton Russell Rutter

Hailing from Ohio, where he spent most of his free time soaking up the sun on beautiful Lake Erie, Milt was somewhat disappointed with Colorado’s distinct lack of both trees ( big, leafy ones) and water. The emptiness left by such a change in environment has been filled by a growing love for the mountains, surpassed only by his love for women. As yet undecided as to where the fairest of the fairer sex resides, he intends to explore the possibilities of southern hospitality surrounding Moody AFB in Georgia. If experience promotes success, he will soon be roaming the skies, remembering well his first attempt at flying, a bruising glide out a window at age two. While at USAFA, Milt has tried each of the “lists” at least once, and finished four years by taking command of Second Squadron.

Gary Charles Ryser

Gary is known as “the old man” in fourteenth squadron and is probably the oldest man in his class. He is one of the few cadets that has more service ribbons than most of his instructors. Gary was placed on the Supt’s List twice, Comm’s List three times, and Dean’s List twice. While at the Air Force Academy, he lived for three things: weekends, skiing, and graduation. After graduation, Gary aspires to become a fighter pilot with Tactical Air Command and then maybe graduate work later on. With his desire to become a commissioned officer, Gary should be a valuable asset to the Air Force.

“Ted” Theodore Teruo Saito

Diversity of excellence can best describe T-Squared’s record here.- Although he served as president of the French, Physics, Mathematics, and Drama Clubs, his most rewarding extracurricular activity was helping to write and then produce the Academy’s first musical Hey! Mr. Blue. Military leadership experience came from commanding Squadron C-3 samurai on the ZI field trip, and being 2nd Group Commander in the fall. A brown belt in judo was all he had time for in athletics as he plugged his way near the top of his class academically. The advancing clock will, hopefully, bring graduate school in Physics, a job in OAR, and a USAFA teaching assignment. His motto summarizes his forward looking goals: “Demain les etoiles.”

William Takashi Sakahara “Willie-san

Being a native Californian, Willie is a natural-born boaster. But he is able to claim something that no other member of ’64 can—that Gilroy, his hometown, is the garlic capital of the world. To the men of the Twenty-Second Squadron, Willie is much more than just another garlic muncher. They have seen him put forth a maximum effort in every endeavor, be it academics, athletics or cadet duties. On the Commandant’s List his entire cadet career, Willie has even managed to make the Dean’s List on several occasions. Now as he reaches the twilight zone and beyond in his career at the Academy, he is slowly being trapped by a very wonderful little Denverite named Jan. In every way, Willie has been an inspiration to his classmates and friends. We are sure that his devotion to duty and his sense of humor are going to carry him through his Air Force career with flying colors.

Robert Lambert Salas “Bob"

“El Bobo” exchanged the smog of Los Angeles for the bliss of the gentle Colorado climate. His four years were characterized by constant struggle with the Dean, with Bob coming out on top by default. During his free time, he can be found contemplating his three favorite subjects: good food, good wine, and girls. He has had at least fair success in finding all three. Besides continuing his career as a connoisseur in these fields, he hopes to complete flying school at Laughlin AFB, Texas.

Raymond Paul Salzarulo, Jr. “Ray"

White sports cars, MG and Corvette, wine, women and occasional song are the trademark of a future fighter pilot named Ray. He was forced to take up fencing to defend himself from the many skirted traps in C-Springs, Denver, and points east. Though travelling to Craig AFB to make holes in the sky, he has left a forwarding address so that Washington will know where to send their Political Science problems. As graduation nears, he has become an adept mathematician—96 1 95 days.

Kenneth Boone Sampson “Ken"

CameK. Boone Sampson better known as “White Man” from the tropi- cal jungles of Miami, Florida. Little known for scholastic achievement, Ken tries to act as the base for our class academic structure. His major achievements have been in the supply areas where he plays with laundry, dry cleaning, and form tens. Ken seems mild mannered and quiet on outward appearances. However, it has been rumored that on Summer Detail, he was caught “stomping a doolie to death with combat boots.” Already an airborne trooper, he has his hopes set on pilot training and a long career in the Air Force.

"Sam”

David Bruce Samuel

You see, there was this bird, the DODO, and it was radically different from all the other birds—and it soon died out. Then another little different bird came along and brought the DODO back to life—and almost died out himself for his efforts. But fortunately for both Sam and the Wing, Dr. Coors was on the spot with the necessary life-prolonging substance. Sam thereupon sustained life with a diet of barley and hops, touch football, motel parties, C.W.C., a Skylark convertible, school teachers, and other priceless narcotics. And in living, Sam has been the narcotic of the Wing through the DODO, the Work Detail through his conduct record, Coors through the years, the academic department through his constant effort and achievement, and, certainly last but least, the AOC’s through his conformity.

<eSandy”

Gary Fox Sanderson

Cool, suave, an eye for women, and an innate ability to get around a liquor inspection. Only First Squadron’s Sandy Sanderson can fit this description. In competition for the shortest man in the squadron, Sandy can usually be found with a set of weights in each hand, sweating and muttering “I’m going to be the strongest man in the world by Christmas.” After a four year war with the Dean, Sandy reaped the fruits of victory. In his battle with cupid he also claims victory. But confidential word has it that it’s only a matter of time. Highly respected and extremely well liked by his classmates, Sandy has also gained a reputation for being a man who does a job right.

"Sandy”

Cary Victor Sandstrum

Cary hails from Winfield, a “sleepy” town in Kansas. When not engaged in Chorale singing or mountain climbing, Sandy can usually be found pushing his Sherman tank around Denver. Pilot training at Laughlin AFB is in the immediate future with a career of driving C-130s as his ultimate goal. Upon graduation, Cary will undoubtedly be given the “Rip Van Winkle” award for most hours logged in the rack during his four year career.

‘"Bob”

Robert Lewis Sansom

Bob—well, a fairly run of the mill guy, except for a few peculiarities like —well, he can’t stand to have anyone ahead of him, so he’s number one in our class. He ran a marginal analysis between studying and dating, and dating came out with a zero, so Albie II, his white Corvette, sits forlorn in the parking lot weekend after weekend. Out to maximize everything, no matter what, Bob’s been on Wing Staff for two semesters and has mothered, cajoled, and harassed Thirteenth Squadron through fall term. Aristocratic yet rustic, young Bob has an opinion on everything and usually stands somewhat to the right of Otto von Bismarck. Despite his attitude, his abilities of working with people have earned him the spot of Chairman of the Academy Assembly. An industrious ward of the Economics Department, after graduation, Bob is probably off to Georgetown University for his Master’s degree and after that to Argentina on a Fulbright scholarship.

Laird William Schaefer

"Red Dog,” well known man about the library, hailed from Evergreen Park, a sleepy suburb of Chicago’s notorious South Side. During his internment at USAFA, he’s constantly managed to beat the Dean's team and occasionally slipping past the Commandant’s crew for good measure. A distinguished and slightly tarnished scholar, his hobbies are skiing and oil painting when time is available, though his “talents” are more frequently heard from one end of the hall to the other. Hopefully, he'll spend at least 7 months of his first four years in graduate school at Georgetown, then navigator training, and a short career in MATS. Philosophizing on his four years at USAFA and the four to come, he stated “a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” Macbeth Act 5, Scene V.

Gerard Kenneth Schlegel "Jerry'"

A “Connecticut Yankee” came to Colorado, found the ski slopes, and stayed forfour years. Between trips to the “ski bunny” country in his white Corvette, Jerry has managed to keep ahead of the academic departments. Having taken overloads for eight semesters, hehas kept himself in the quality point “rat” race; and with any luck, he should graduate in the top part of his class. When not pursuing academics or the fairer sex, the golf course is a good place to look for him. His immediate plans are for a summer of leisure with a trip to Europe mixed in, then comes grad school in Physics. His reason for grad school over pilot training is the lack of good skiing areas near pilot training bases.

John Edward Scliuhmacher “Shoe"'

“The Shoe” was born in Brooklyn but claims to be a southern gentleman from Bryant, Arkansas. After a year at Little Rock University, he joined the tin soldiers at the Aluminum Palace. Two years of Math got the better of him, and after being turned out, he settled down to college life at the University of Arkansas. However, being of special note, he was recalled to take on another three years; the only person ever to accomplish this feat at AFA. Between rounds with Astro, Double E, and Aero, he has served time in Europe, Lockheed’s simulated space capsule, and trampling grass in the Rampart Range. “Shoe” will ziggy afield from USAFA in his Daytona Blue Fastback, bound for Laughlin, and hopes to be an IP for ATC.

Usto Francis Eugene Schulz “Sam”

And people wonder why his friends call him Sam. A walrus turned person, Sam hails from Alaska and is a rated nose-rubber. Hearing that the Academy was a fine place, he dropped in for a four year visit. As a Third Classman, he earned his letter on the varsity Drill Team compiling an unbroken record in 22nd Squadron. Being a true rock, this clear-eyed, cleancut aerospace answer to a grumpy face, plans pilot training in A.labama with future hopes of commuting to Europe via MATS.

Carver Lynn Sears

Carver will be remembered by his classmates as a man of huge curiosities and an appreciation of a wide variety of pursuits who based his likes and dislikes on a strictly individualistic approach. Tennis, boxing, skin diving, skiing, and good jazz came high on his list of favorite activities. He was a man to reckon with in them all, as well as being a hardworking Truth Seeker via academics. The Air Force can count on having an officer who will try his best to accomplish something of value.

"Jim"

James Francis Sears

Sneaking into USAFA from Milan, Missouri, cultural capital of the U. S., Jim quickly learned the polish and savoir-faire practiced since birth by just about everyone else. Being recruited for basketball by Coach Spear, it was surprising that Jim never touched the court for USAFA, but instead made a bid for publicity on the gridiron by earning three varsity letters and a starting position on the 1963 Gator Bowl team. As 19th Squadron’s Executive Officer, Jim devoted himself to his duties and never took more than every privilege he could get. The program never gave him much trouble; but any problem he did run into, he managed to take in his stride. As advice, Jim says when riding with a buddy who might have a wreck, don’t wear Bermuda shorts. Proving himself a rock and a jock, Jim’s future plans include pilot training at Moody AFB and two days of bachelorhood before a 5 June wedding to his high school sweetheart.

“Tom”

William ThomasSehorn

Tom came to the Academy from Nevada, where a man is a bronco-buster and drives his Cadillac to Reno or Las Vegas on the weekends. His fierce competitive spirit along with his fine throwing arm has put him in the winner’scircle in intramural football and wrestling. He has a particular love for music, especially folk music, which he is fond of listening to while tipping the “proverbial” bottle. Flying seems to be foremost in his mind, and about women—draw your own conclusions.

“Phil”

Philip Logan Shadle, Jr.

Phil Shadle is a native of Glenside, Pennsylvania. An avid ham operator in high school, he’s often to be found in the Radio Club room, trying to get hold of his girl or talking to other hams. Possessing a highly independent and volatile character, along with initiative and enthusiasm, has won him the reputation for being quite a dramatic and outgoing type of person. Always a violent expresser of his views, he’s been quite an entertainment factor for 23d Squadron. On the intramural fields, he’s a headache for coaches, referees, and opponents, but always an inspiration to his team. A “no sweat’’ man, he lets only little things bother him. Marriage to a cute redhead is his destiny immediately after graduation, and then on to pilot training at Laredo AFB, Texas.

“Buck”

Clarence William Sheward

From Jackson, Ohio, comes this foremost and famous formulation of such high level military matters as: which pork farm Mitchell Hall is subsidizing, form fitting cardboard fillers, and the pseudo-military investigation explaining the pressure differential between USAFA and surrounding areas. Known as the Great White Whale (Moby) to his intimates, Buck is the only man in the Wing who could gain five pounds in the steam room. He has been of unsurmountable assistance in bringing Tranquil Twelve out of the cellar in walking to Mitch’s by absenting himself from the ranks. He also happens to be one of the graders. Buck’s love for beer is surpassed only by the size of his built-in keg carried at his waist.

James Richard Shively

“Horse” came out of the “woods” of Washington four years ago and since then has become one of the elite of the class both academically and militarily. Being a member of the “Georgetown Team” has not been too much of a restriction on his weekend escapades for he is usually found organizing a “La Vista” party. He has always shown great leadership and desire whether he is on the athletic fields or carrying out his duties as 15th Squadron Commander. In the words of our “great leader,” he will be the first one in our class to make general! How did he get that name, Horse?

John Nolan Shriner

John immigrated to USAFA from the dusts of Oklahoma—in search for carrots. Since his first day at the Academy, he has been nicknamed, much to his dismay, Rabbit. While at the Academy, John’s chief endeavor has been acquiring a private pilot, commercial, and instructor’s license plus 350 hours of flying time within a few short months. Since this initial enthusiasm about flying, his likes havebecome more diversified to include skiing squash, file cabinets, and even a fiancee in Denver. After pilot training at Craig and a few years of flying for MATS, John’s natural Spanish speaking ability is directing him into attache work in South America.

David Franklin Sicks “Dare”

This wild-eyed desperado comes to our custody from the lush, green state of Kansas. While serving time at USAFA, he was chiefly known as a nonbetting football player. Although his fame as a drinker of incredible capacity was also widespread, Dave will probably accept a June parole (for relatively good behavior) in order to start serving a life sentence with a new warden in the badlands around Enid, Oklahoma.

“Bill”

William David Sieg

“Zitch,” as he is affectionately and otherwise known to his Fourth Squadron pals, astounds the academic department with his staggering work loads. His enchanting laugh leaves his friends in a state of well, anyway. He is the proud owner of an A-Healey and just loves to chauffeur cool chicks to and from ski areas when it’s out of the shop. On these rare occasions, he pilots his transformed space capsule with all the dexterity and cunning of a true astronaut. This is quite a step up from having a trench coat entangled in the rear wheel of a motor cycle while trying to find a “sehr billiges Gast Haus.” “Zitch” plans to highball it back to that “City of Brotherly Love” for a short pit stop before tackling the competition at Williams AFB in August.

“Bill”

William Kenneth Skaer, Jr.

From many lands, here and abroad, hails Bill Skaer, wise in the ways of the world. Bill, although youthful in nature, has completely aroused everyone’s suspicion with his rapidly growing bald spot. Though a true lover, Bill was caught early in life and lost his touch. However, recently seeing the light, he equipped himself with a red Rambler and overcame this sole difficulty. As to the future, Bill hopes to journey to Central America on a Fulbright scholarship. His excellent Spanish line and suave Latin mannerisms should lend themselves perfectly to a lasting and successful career as a man of the world. To his classmates, OF Silas will be remembered for his thriving savings and loan association. His friendly attitude and excellent performance will certainly lead Bill to a most successfulfuture.

Robert Rissler Skinner

“Skins” came to 16th from Charles Town, West Virginia. His incisive and satirical wit have many times helped salve the frustrations of cadet life for himself and for those associated with him. He enjoyed himself several times weekly in the cadet gymnasium by working over the bags in the boxing room and lifting weights, but he hasn’t lost sight of the aesthetic (?) values in life as illustrated by his affectionate attentions being divided between a desirable young creature named Mary Ann and a really swift ’64 Corvair. Skins intends to channel his incomparable talents into the helicopter field after graduation and maybe the next time you read about him, he’ll be heroing around in the skies of Viet Nam.

“Dick”

Richard Hugh Slye

One year at Maryland and four at USAFA left Dick unchanged. Every Saturday it was the same story, on with the B-hat, into the TR, and off to Denver. The Dean didn’t care for this, but the Commandant didn’t mind. Dick was a stalwart among the wreath wearers of ’64. His swimming talents didn’t go unnoticed as he was the regular water polo goalie for the 21st. In addition, he dabbled in basketball and football on the friendly fields. But all of that’s over now as Dick will contain his athletic endeavors to the cockpit at pilot training.

Donald Bruce Smith

Smitty

Although an Iowa farm boy, Smitty is far from slow—witness his black widow-maker Corvette and perfect record of zero weekends at the Ramparts. These absences, however, did not hinder his studying. As a Humanities major, he found CWC, nursing schools, and department complexes more beneficial to his area of interest. After four years of such exhaustive study, Bruce received his bachelor degree; packed his squash and tennis racquets, skis, bunny key, and black book; and migrated to Reese AFB and Texas Tech to pursue his dream of F4C’s in TAC and to perhaps further his education?

Gary Mark Smith

Gary M. Smith was dubbed “Face” early in his cadet career by virtue of his winning smile. Never in the history of this world has there been a smile like his. “Face” has been frustrated by the other sex, so he tells us, more than anyone else. Coming from the land of smog, large cars, and Harvey Mudd College, he has done well in the never ending battle with the Dean, and now the halls of Purdue University await our boy “Shefaz.” Then comes pilot training and, hopefully, a slot on the first hop to Mars. We hope that he makes it, and we know that if he does, the Martians will never forget “Face” and his stunning smile (and neither will we).

George Glenn Smith

“G. G.”

“Just another Smith,” GG comes to us from the Empire State, by way of Keesler AFB, Mississippi. After spending a freshman year at the University of Rochester, a year as an airman in training, and four years at USAFA, he hopes that all this time spent with books and people will help to start his career off on the right foot. Graduation at last! Besides possibly writing some memoirs entitled “Hong Kong Revisited,” in the far distant future, his plans include a tour with AFCS, AFIT, and AFLC.

Gordon Carl Smith Gordie 99

Such a sterling chap represents the best from the State of Washington. Gordie’s shy, quiet manner never let the Academic Department down. He found that making the Dean’s List came second nature. As soccer manager, Gordie found out that there really were such things as “wild” parties! His immediate plans are to tear up Wright-Patterson AFB single-handedly; that is, if he manages to get back alone from Finland. And, also, he likes apple pie.

“Jim”

Henry Janies Smith

This bulwark of intellectual sophistication has won acclaim for his selfless devotion to the fast moving disciplines of the academic world: his insurmountable agility with the slide rule, his deep dedication to formal laboratory reports, and his love for all things mechanical and electrical. Through the ready sacrifice of many blissful weekends spent poring over scientific structures and countless sessions in the wee small hours, “H. J.” endeared himself in the hearts of his friends as a curve breaker. “Smitty” is barely acquainted with the opposite sex, though at times close friends have been known to receive names and addresses—one dear friend narrowly escaped becoming a blood brother of his Delaware tribe. Seriously (that will be the day), Jim is most famous for his outstanding performance in the weekly Academy Grand Prix with his blue Corvette and for his most quotable quote, “If you’re a girl and I’m still sober, introduce yourself.”

“Huey”

Hugh Nelson Smith

“Movey” arrived at the Academy bright-eyed and bushed after an exhausting 17 years in Chattanooga, Tenn. He remedied the situation by surpassing all previous claims to sleep logged during call to quarters. His naps, however, didn’t seem to hinder his accomplishments. Hemade the Dean’s List every semester and was no stranger to the Superintendent’s List. His academic prowess was finally rewarded with a four year medical scholarship to Vanderbilt. His prowess in other fields of endeavor is somewhat less well known. After becoming the “borrowed-car-spinout-artist,” Huey was forced to buy a 1960, 500XL to practice his cornering on icy 85-87. His ’60 Ford led him to play “Thunder Road” while running his “Purple Passion” to the parties in Denver every weekend. His reputation for being the last one to every class or formation led to the misnomer, Movey. Some believe that he had two speeds, “Slow” and “Stop.” With his friendly smile and cadaver under his arm, we are sure Hugh will be the campus cut-up at Vanderbilt.

J. D. Smith

Born in a log cabin in the hills of Arkansas our pleasant, easygoing, red-haired friend represents the epitome of something. If it’s not his intelligence, then it is his good looks or perhaps his singing which was heartfelt if unbearable. The halls echoed nightly with Vandenberg’s Johnny Cash from the showers. J. D., alias “the chin,” possesses great agility and aggressiveness in all physical endeavors. He is a professional jumper, that is, jumping from planes, jumping to spike a volleyball, and jumping out of his sporty Karman Ghia when challenged by a friendly female. Perhaps the greatest rock since Gibraltar, J. D. looks toward more meaningful pursuits such as fighting Gorillas in Viet Nam. Possessing the incentive to make the Air Force his career, he has oriented his thinking toward being a sharp and efficient military officer and the hottest jock since Frank Luke.

4 4 Smitty"

Larry Neal Smith

Hailing from Houston, Smitty is quite obviously a Texan, and he is an avid Texas Aggie fan. After compiling an enviable high school record, he decided to forego the pleasure of becoming an Aggie and become a Falcon. No one has regretted his decision. A fine athlete, he has contributed a great deal to “Nasty Ninth,” especially in football, and his interests definitely inelude sports along with his Super Sport convertible, girls and Scotch. Smitty is a very easy-going guy with an abundance of common sense to guide his path to success. He is going to begin his journey with pilot training in Texas.

Charles Wayland Smyth, Jr.

“Chuck”

Tragedy two flat tires, a fuel pump that suddenly requires tender loving care, and a broken transmission, to say nothing of the blind date that awaits, lurking, if he ever gets there. Who else but Chuck Smyth? The man who still, after four years, brings tears to the eyes of his classmates when he relates his doolie year “Dear John” story. Generally easy-going, Chuck is everybody’s friend until somebody hands him a lacrosse stick. Then, like magic, he lusts for crunch and blood. Always striving for self improvement and possessing an abundance of courage, Chuck will go a long way in the Air Force, provided he can nurse his fuel pump long enough to get him to his first duty station.

Kenneth Oliver Snapp, Jr. “Snapper”

Ken arrived at the “Rocky Mountain Monastery” from Berea, Ohio, a town noted mainly for its famous suburb, Cleveland. Immediately after taking the vows, he began distinguishing himself in two major fields, academics and any game involving the swinging of a racquet. After four years, a 3.65 GPA, a brace of tennis letters, and the Spaatz Trophy for the Wing Squash Championship attest to his skills. While doing all this, he still found time to become an avid skier, a superb handball player, an enthusiastic golfer, and a spritely sports car pilot. As a Fourth Classman, he won the coveted midnight skulker award for his daring ascent of “God Hall.” The most amazing part about this is that he managed these accomplishments while averaging about 17 hours of sleep daily and winning the 14th Squadron sack rat award. After graduation, the Snapper will tour the U.S.A. and then report to Goodfellow AFB to start on a career in USAF Intelligence, a job for which he is well suited.

John Christopher Sowers

Big John hit the AFA like a man not having anything better to do on the 27th of June. This tall, gangly youth decided to leave his native Oklahoma after he heard that the beds at USAFA were long enough to contain his hulking frame with inches to spare. Besides finding the beds to his liking, John managed to do well enough in academics to make his first assignment graduate school at the University of Illinois where he’ll study civil engineering. Come June, John is going back to Oklahoma, where all those good home town people treat him so well. Not planning on marriage for many years, one gets the feeling that some 27th of June “Big John” might just have nothing better to do.

Janies Nelson Spangler

In 1960 this Kentucky mountain boy put on some shoes, left the still, and came West to find civilization. He settled at a camp for boys in Colorado where he learned to read and write, play squash, ski, dance, and drive his new ’64 Lemans. He even stopped blushing long enough to appreciate the virtues of Colorado women. After four years at this camp, “Watash” acquired sufficient sophistication to move on. He is now in Texas flying airplanes and soaking up southern culture. Be on the look-out for this blond ridge runner ‘cause he shore ain’t backward no more!

Wayne Chris Spelius

Wayne came to Colorado from Deerfield, Illinois. He soon discovered that the skiing is pretty good, the girls are pretty, and that cadets don’t get out enough. He skied on the AFA Ski Team until a knee injury put him out of the running. Wayne found a little time to study and was on the Dean’s List for five semesters. He plans on pilot training after graduation. His future includes a wife and SAC.

Donald Ray Spoon

The electronics “whiz kid” of 5th Squadron hailed to the Academy from Missouri. Don spent his four years striving for military and academic excellence and achieved both with outstanding success. His calm manner and poise held him in good stead throughout the trials of cadet life. After graduation, Don looks forward to the opportunity to go into the real Air Force and apply the vast stores of knowledge gained during his training here.

Will Stackhouse, III

An angle is defined by Webster as the shape made by two straight lines meeting in a point. Will had a little different definition. Beginning his career as a doolie (he couldn’t find an angle to get around this), Will quickly found that the best place for his name to be was on TDY orders. As a consequence, he spent many of his cadet days as an organization man—organizing trips. He is a well known and popular figure who will certainly be missed by everyone at USAFA (except the CQ’s who will no longer have to answer his many phone calls).

“Hank"

Henry Albert Stevens, III

Affectionately known as the “pear,” Hank came to USAFA directly from high school and will long remember his four years in Tough Two. Always respected for his strong determination, he has maintained a 3.0 overall average. This blond haired guitar player, a member of the Chorale and Protestant Choir, is Second Squadron’s answer to Tab Hunter. Weekends find Hank leaving behind Squadron Materiel problems so that he may pursue the brighter pastime of schussbooming snowbunnies, a proficiency he brought to Colorado from his home town of Great Barrington, Massachusetts. His future plans include pilot training at Webb AFB, and with luck, an F-104 assignment. Good luck, Hank!

George Murdoch Stevenson, IV

Not exactly the typical Connecticut Yankee, Hotdog hit Colorado Springs crooning the top 10 tunes of the Eastern seaboard. Descended from a long line of noble Scotsmen, George IV truly knows the value of a shilling. However, he has never permitted frugality to impinge upon his frolic, whether it be in the rathskeller or on the slopes. George was a stalwart end on the freshman and J. V. football teams and then as a firstie contributed directly to the spirit of the Wing through characterization of “Bedcheck Charlie/ 7 This sports - and fun-loving individual hopes to continue his skylarking and traveling at 40,000 feet.

James William Stewart Jim

Jim, who is sometimes called Chub by those who like antipodal nicknames, calls Cleveland Heights his second home (second to USAFA, of course). Trying to take some of the bad with the good, Jim has worked toward an Engineering Science major in his spare time between weekly trips to Denver. After graduation and marriage, Jim will report to Vance for UPT and he hopes to remain there as an IP.

Dennis W. Stiles “Denny99

While at the Academy, Dennis was like a Hollywood hero. He did everything well. He was at home on the athletic fields, he excelled militarily, and his academics took him to Georgetown after graduation. But all this was only part of Dennie. His talents were never limited to that golden triad by which military academies measure excellence. Throughout his cadet career, his warm and sensitive stories filled the pages of the Talon. He was active in debates and was a campus leader. But most important, he was a great person, always full of good spirits and cheer.

Le Roy William Stutz

Elroot emerged from the wheat fields of Kansas and headed for the “School of the Sky.” Building on a backlog of military expertise acquired in the Kansas National Guard, LeRoy went on to become a dedicated military leader working unceasingly to bolster the military posture ofthe Wing. After becoming a member of the outer fringe known as “Evil Eight,” he was frequently censured for his overindulgence in hillbilly music. He became so involved listening to the melodious sound of Johnny Cash on the South American Overseas Field Trip that he missed his plane and found himself 3000 miles AWOL. Graduation, however, will place him under the watchful eyes of a Mrs. Stutz so the recurrence of such an event seems rather unlikely. Military aspects of cadet life failed to tax Elroot’s abilities. In fact, he was the only cadet in the history of the Academy to go three weeks without a haircut and still be within the limits of the new regulation.

‘'Scotty”

Laimons Sudmalis

Apparently no one could pronounce a simple Latvian name like Laimons so immediately after arrival at the Academy he was tagged with the name Scotty. No one knows where it came from but it seemed to fit so that has been his name since then. Coming from the flatlands of Illinois, he had a little trouble adjusting to the heights of Colorado, but he soon overcame this problem and became, among other things, ah avid skier and pilot. He plans further development of his flying and playboy skills at Phoenix with the aid of his ’64 Lemans. He has no immediate plans for marriage, but should make headway in this direction as soon as he figures out that English isn’t just Latvian with a different accent. Although he has been worthless as a Dance Rep, he’s been indispensable as a Flight Commander and squadron crying towel. His future in physics and flying seems to be a no-sweat operation.

"Jim”

James Edward Sue

Jim arrived here four years ago from a small metropolis in New York called Allegany. His first few blind dates here were such a shock to him that he decided he had best devote his time and energy to other pursuits. As a result, he will graduate well up in his class and will retain that coveted title of “bachelor.” Jim believes that every once in a while a person should have a few sociable drinks and then quite a few more; and he does his best to live up to his beliefs. His future plans include graduate school at Purdue, pilot training at Williams, and a career in the Air Force avoiding SAC and marriage for as long as possible.

“Jack”

John Lynn Sullivan

Jack’s persistence and hard work helped him survive the rigors of the Academy. The late hours he kept at his desk will be remembered by all underclassmen who tried to get some sleep. His red hair helped him survive the weekends on the ski slopes or on the C.U. campus. After graduation, Jack plans to enter pilot training and will try to become the Air Force’s best pilot. His initiative and motivation will insure that his plans for a long successful career as an officer come true.

“Denny”

Dennis John Sultany

“Elementary my dear Watson, I stole them.” This was generally the reply heard from First Squadron’s supply officer Dennis Sultany when asked how it happened that friendly First always had the supply items that other squadrons were missing. “The Bat” came to the Academy with many track credentials, including the 1960 Minnesota half mile championship. He refused to rest on his laurels, however, and spent four years boosting the reputation of the Academy distance runners. Not confining his wind to distance running entirely, Denny also played a mean trombone. A hard working and conscientious student, Denny reaped the full benefits ofthe Applied Science major and plans a future in Systems Command. As for romance, this confirmed bachelor has been acting mighty strange lately.

John Joseph Sweeney, Jr.

“Sweeny Jack” came to the Academy a clean-cut, wholesome, allAmerican lad from Pennsylvania, but he rapidly adjusted to the (other?) worldly life of a cadet. Jack became a perennial Supt’s List type, until he gave up his slide rule to concentrate more of his time on such items as lacrosse, wine, women and piloting his Alfa, while topping off his outstanding list of military honors by holding down the post of Third Group Operations Officer. With no Mrs. Sweeney in sight, Jack is heading for pilot training and an outstanding career in the ‘real’ Air Force (where there are no confinements).

William Paul Sweetay Sweets

They are going to miss Bill—those sweet CC and CWC girls, but then, one girl’s loss is another’s gain. Bill, who is originally from Windsor, New York, is thinking about taking a housekeeper and cook (called a wife) with him to Reese AFB, Texas, where he intends to demonstrate that even someone from central New York State can fly. Sweets has left his mark on the Academy in many ways, especially in wrestling, skiing, beer chugging, and other clean wholesome sports. His even temper and good humor—his smile and a good word for everyone will be missed in Third Squadron.

Anthony Hollis Taylor "Tony''

Anthony H. Taylor, the “rock” of Rock Hill, South Carolina, has been fondly referred to as Tony the Tiger and several other names. To those who know him, I propose the name of the “sleeper.” For several reasons do I put forth this name for your consideration. Tony has been known to sleep through most anything and also to come up with some points of knowledge which no one thought anyone would know. After graduation, Tony is planning to leap off for Craig AFB with a delay in route taking him to the other world, Europe. He is unsure just how he is going to get to Europe, but you and I know he will figure out some mode of transportation. Upon arrival at Craig, he plans to pursue his flying career with great vigor and end up first in his class. After he attains this position, he is sure to get his choice of assignments, TAC and fighters, of course. Ton, we all wish you the best of luck, and we’ll see you in the wild blue tooling your blow jet around the sky.

Frederick Paul Tedesco “Fred”

When Torrington (Conn) packed up their favorite son along with his “pop” records and sent him West, little did they know that their boy would become one of the most versatile at the Academy. By becoming an outstanding marksman and playing pool constantly, Fred has developed a keen eye to go along with his sensitive ear. These assets, his warm personality, and numerous others have earned him a position of high respect at USAFA. As is typical of many successful cadets, Fred has flirted with 3.00 and girls over his four year, the latter being emphasized his final year. A probable explanation is his 4-wheeled T-Bird which he says is a transition to navigator training but whoever heard of an affectionate copilot. After Fred receives his engineering degree, he plans to switch copilots and attend navigator training at James Connally AFB.

Mack Thies

Mack is a soft-spoken Houstonian with a mild touch of a drawl. His choice of Aluminum U. as his favorite campus followed a checkerboard sampling of Texas schools, such as Texas Tech, Rice, and the University of Texas. Mack concentrated during the first two years in polishing up his already acquired expertise as a connoisseur of liquor. We turned him loose on Europe, and he spent the entire summer trying to drain the continent. Mack became number 7 of that infamous group labeled “The Magnificent Seven,” and helped contribute to the swingingest work detail the Academy has ever seen. Mack was elected the Squadron Honor Representative, and went on to become the Chairman of that select group. He has done equally well in academics, concentrating in the sciences. After graduation, Mack will take a quick seven-day trip to New York for the Fair, then drive to Purdue where he will enter the program for a Master’s degree in Astronautics. His plans then include pilot training, an assignment with TAC and test pilot school with an eye toward joining that select group of Astronauts now based in his home town.

“Bob”

Arnold Robert Thomas, Jr.

This popular memberof 17th Squadron came out West from Columbia, South Carolina, for his “collegiate” endeavors. Bob always managed to escape the grasp of the Dean and the Commandant, and therefore spent most of hisweekends on the ski slopes and in C-Springs. Then, secretive Bobby, who “probably wouldn’t get married for a year or two, at least” surprised everyone (except Pat) by going thenon-bachelor route after graduation. Armed with his outstanding abilities and his pleasant personality, there is no doubt that Bob will do well in all of his future endeavors.

4 ‘Rip”

Raymond Milton Thomas

Back in ’60, a young lad fresh from the Texas plains made the long overland journey north to the Colorado highlands where, he was told, the streets were paved with silver and houses were made of gingerbread. Now, anybody silly enough to believe this story deserves to be disillusioned, but lured by lucrative offers of fame and fortune and promises of immortality as a football great in a new, progressive school, Rip Thomas arrived at USAFA big, brighteyed and bushy-tailed only to be confronted by Basic Summer and its long lasting sequel, doolie year. Recovering slowly from his initial trauma, he began to cast about for new areas in which to express his talents and found them—in Mitchell Hall, where he set out to establish new records in calorie consumption. Rip growled his way sveltely through his underclass years until he achieved positions of authority, responsibility and POWER where he could growl louder (and get away with it) and also get to the food first. Raymond M. has been engaged in many varied activities during his fruitful, fun-filled years at Colorado’s No. 1 tourist attraction. He has been mistaken for a whale while SCUBA diving and for a dirty old man while zooming around in an Impala full of beautiful girls. Surprisingly enough, he has survived the experience in good shape (round) and managed to retain some of the old, carefree, happy but serious-minded Rip Thomas we never knew.

“Doug”

Douglas Leighton Thompson

Doug came to us from Springfield, Missouri, with the intention of getting an education and a commission. Having soon decided that one cannot serve both God and mammon, he switched from Engineering to Poly Sci and is now cooling his heels in anticipation of graduation, pilot training, the coming weekend, his next drink, taps He is best remembered in the role of Your Friendly Safety Officer by those of us who had the pleasure of reading his “Dating and Courtship Safety Series.” Upon release, he will pack off for Webb AFB in his little white MG and the authentic version of life in the wild blue yonder.

“Tom”

Thomas Harry Tientenberg

Dedicated to the principles of scholarly endeavor with enough wine, women and song thrown in to prevent intellectual incest, Tom has cast his die in the field of economics. His stay at the Academy has been characterized by his being named to the Superintendent’s, Dean’s and Commandant’s Lists consistently. He has been active in debate, the choir, and the Forum. His future plans include graduate school and convincing the Air Force that they do have a need for economists.

"Rob”

Thomas Arthur Till

Rather a shotgun effort has been the hallmark of the Bat’s four years at USAFA. The direction he was heading in was never certain, never the same for long, and many wonder if he’ll ever settle down. Spreading his efforts liberally—and not always suecessfully—among academics, extracurriculars, and personal interests, he somehow managed to keep his head out of water. Unpredictability was his only consistent trait and whether he was a rising or a falling star was always anyone’s guess. Mediocrity wasn’t his way either; it was either very well or very poorly. And that will probably hold true for his Air Force career.

Randall Keith Toffel “Randy”

Randy is the proud owner of a white Austin-Healey. He is also proud that this far it has no dents. Randy enjoys water skiing, warm weather, and Alabama so he is headed for pilottraining at Craig AFB close to his home at Tuscaloosa. After Craig, Randy hopes to become a fighter pilot. He is fond of recalling the four months he spent landscaping the USAFA picnic area but he feels that his chief claim to fame is in being the fourth ugliest man in the world.

Robin Gene Tornow

Hailing from Watertown, Wisconsin, Rob will leave his mark at Aluminum U. As co-captain of the tennis team and a “bad enough not to be really good” squash player, he has added much to the varsity and intramural athletic programs. An Engineering Science major, a semester tour as 14th’s Squadron Commander and the Airborne Badge are evidence of his all-around versatility. A hot green Ford will take him to pilot training and the start of an Air Force career as a bachelor—the latter status to be changed before too long.

Trace

William Dwight Tracy

Trace came to the Academy from the great state of Connecticut v/ith the full intention of tearing this place up for four years, and he did just that. His cadet career was filled with many exciting and different experiences from the training under the old system as administered by the RTB’s to the training detail during his first class summer. Most of Trace’s final year was spent in earning the title of “Fastest man in 5th” with his little Jaguar. After graduation, Trace looks forward to a trip to Denver and Lowry AFB for further training before being released on the Air Force.

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Alan Robert Trent

A1 is one of those guys that can always find time to get involved in another outside activity. He has participated in both the Protestant Chapel Choir and the Chorale with much enthusiasm. He has played a prime role in the production of our own on-base television station, KAFA-TV. As the most outstanding amateur magician in the area, you can normally find him putting on a show for a group of kids, or cadets, or both. His annual performance for Operation Easter was a high point in the day for the children and their escorts. Now A1 has hopes of getting into the Seminary— if not right away, then maybe after pilot training. When he does make it, he will be another Academy “first.”

“Durmy” Daniel Stapleton Trial

“Mr. Materiel” came straight to the Academy from a 20 year hitch in the Army—two years as an enlisted man and 18 years as a brat. Born in Texas, Danny likes his duties man size and his females woman size. His duties here at the Academy have included CIC of Operation Easter, editor of the Contrails calendar, CIC of the Wing’s Air Power rooms, as well as Second Group and Seventh Squadron’s MaterielOfficer. His girls have been equally as numerous although he denies any marital intent after graduation. Danny is in the Cadet Aviation Club in anticipation of pilot training at Webb AFB this summer. Always ready to give a helping hand, requisition something for someone, or make sure that any job is done more efficiently and effectively, Danny will be a welcome addition to the Air Force, and eventually, he hopes, to Tactical Air Command.

Joe Eusario Trujillo

Joe, a native of Colorado, came to the Academy in spite of the fact that he knew just about what to expect. Flying has been and still is his primary goal both as a career and as a hobby. Parachuting was a strong second interest for this cadet who was an “intramurder” man all the way. As a cadet, his most immediate objective was graduation, after which pilot training and construction of a light aircraft will take up most of his time.

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Alan Dean Tuck, Jr.

An Air Force “brat” all his life, A1 came to the Academy from Riverside, California. As early as his Fourth Class year his two most notable traits as a cadet immediately came to the fore. He became the Wing 176 pound boxing champion to kick off an illustrious career in athletic combat, and got 10 and 15 for sleeping through Sunday brunch—the first of many quills that he would receive for his somniferous leanings. Four years and a multitude of alarm clocks later, A1 had licked the sleeping problem and was ready for a fresh start. The agenda calls for an early June wedding, to be followed by pilot training at Williams AFB.

Patrick James Tuffey “Pat”

Patrick J. Tuffey, Irish representative of Albany, New York, came West to display his numerous talents: 1. a sharp wit (pity the man he “has something on”); 2. athletic ability (B-ball, football, and boxing?); 3. unlimited capacity for sleep; and 4. an incredible affinity for beer. While battling various academic departments, Pat found time to read Matt Helm novels and make the acquaintance of a certain Duffy in Denver. A past member of the 13th Squadron A-Healey Rally Committee, his future plans might inelude a Volkswagen, or something on that order. He is well remembered for that summer in which he gained thirty pounds—must have been that South American food. Pat’s plans for the immediate future include avionics or a James Bond type intelligence assignment. We know the “young fellow” has real talent and his potential in the Air Force is great indeed.

Maurice Edward Underwood, Jr. Antoine

Originally from the sunny Carolinas, chasing snow bunnies seems to come naturally to Ed. A true southern gentleman, Ed has a white Corvette so he will not clash with the snow. Ed has been the squadron Honor Representative, Operations Officer, Ski Club rep, and rugby expert. In his spare time, Ed took part in the Master’s program. After graduation, Ed will be at Reese AFB, unless he’s at Texas Tech or wherever else the girls are.

Randall William Vaetli “Randv”

Coming from the Empire State, Randy has spent four enjoyable years circumventing the Commandant, the Dean, and the local medics. He’s come through without a tour, turn-out, or term in the Academy’s “beautiful” new hospital. Though each of these is considered “essential to the training of an Air Force officer,” he doesn’t feel at all cheated by missing out on them. Randy’s interests run to fighters, Super Sports, guns, short blondes and the “Hogan,” not necessarily in that order. He looks forward to a slot in TAC, a chance at Air Commandos, and maybe even a shot at combat (short blondes or no).

Jan George Van Bennekum

Jan is a product of that well known city on the East Coast, Hoboken, New Jersey. He made the great trek Westward after spending one enjoyable but not too productive year at Newark College of Engineering. Arriving at the Academy with visions of academic excellence, Jan jumped at the opportunity to exchange his beer mug for a slip stick. After 3V2 years of concentrated effort, he made the Dean’s List with a GPA of 3.00. Jan contributed his final success in the academic field to a study program which included periods of relaxation. After dinner, he could be seen scurrying down the halls headed for the TV room. After spending an average of 2Vz hours before the scope, a feat which entitled him to the position of President of the Evil Eighth TV Watching Society, Jan felt relaxed enough to put in at least 30 minutes of good book time. Graduation brings Jan to the end of his carefree cadet days and into a life time partnership with a green-eyed blonde from the Garden State. Communications-Intelligence Schooland possible grad school round out his future plans.

“Mike”

Michael Arthur Vandette, Jr.

After spending a rather traumatic year out in the big, bad civilian world at Syracuse University, Mike decided that the Air Force was in dire need of his services. He therefore left the garden spot of the world—Dunkirk, New York—in quest of the greener pastures of Colorado. After arriving at the non-ivied U. of A.F., Mike noticed that there was a slightly non-civilian, quasi-collegiate atmosphere which he eventually adjusted to quite well. One of the few rocks left in Second, on weekends Mike could usually be found on the slopes or cruising his XL. However, he occasionally consented to a date in order to pacify the local female populace. Although Mike will graduate Sans Magna Cum Laude, he has made repeated appearances on the Comm’s List and he has served his squadron well as Ethics Rep. We are sure that Mike’s philosophy of doing his best at whatever he happens to be doing at the time will bring him to the top of his field, whatever it may be.

“Poppy”

Paul Sherwood Van Sickle

Not an academic whiz, Van did find time for the football, track, judo, and weight-lifting teams—as well as leading the Foreign Language Club to new heights in his last two years. A regular on the Commandant’s List—one or the other—Pappy was a true standout militarily. Van had a similar relationship with the Dean—being singled out several times for special recognition. Pappy occupies the unique position of safety valve of the squadron —no matter how grim the situation seems, he manages to find some humor in it. Although rejecting the Fulbright route for pilot training at Moody, Van’s future is bright—his four year’s longevity makes him the J. Paul Getty of 2nd Lieutenants. In his years as a cadet, Pap has demonstrated competence in any endeavor to which he chose to apply himself—the Academy’s loss will be MATS’ gain.

“Jim” James Peter Ver Streate

A native of Clifton Springs, a metropolis of the Empire State, Jim came to the Academy after a year of “real” campus life at Rensselaer Poly, swearing off Engineering forever. However, the “slip-stick fever” got to him again and for six semesters he fought tooth-and-nail with the Dean for that star, always missing it by a hair. This year, his interests seem to have changed direction, as can be seen every Saturday as he races for Denver to get the latest word on the medical profession from Sue, the girl back home. While stranded here, he spends his time in the Catholic Choir, at ethics meetings, and writing 20-page letters. The word seems to be a wedding in June, hopefully followed by pilot training at Vance AFB.

“Fred”

Frederick Henry Wagner, I\

Since he arrived here from Hollywood, Fred’s room has been a frequent source of music, both live and recorded. Practically an exchange student at Loretto Heights, his avocation of clarinet playing, swimming, skiing, hiking, dancing and driving have kept him away from the Academy as much as possible, very often in Denver. His commuting will most likely continue, though less frequently, from Vance AFB after graduation.

Fred Wyeth Walker

He came from a small town in Ohio with a gleam in his eye and a curious streak that seems to draw him into everything, for better or for worse. On the better side, Fred has a certain talent for gathering people around him and getting things done. Social life has not been at all without his presence; he has been a member of the Wing Dance Committee and the Vice-President of the Cadet Club. In fact, that social life has led into the worse side, for he is a veteran of sixty-four tours and numbers the academic department high on his list of enemies. A serious poet at heart, his hobbies include painting and, most of all, travel. Military life fits well in his plans and one can always detect a strong yen for professionalism. “I don’t mind if you make a mistake—that’s all right; but if you make the same one twice—that’s all!”

James Russell Wallace “Jim”

Four years ago, Jim came “rolling” in from Corunna, Michigan (which is halfway between Detroit and Grand Rapids, and southwest of Flint). Originally an unobtrusive young man, he became a member of the Mach 2 club one summer and hasn’t slowed down since. At rapid speed, he progressed from an academically proficient doolie to Seventh’s deficient Squadron Commander. Although the Dean and others might have their doubts, Jim’s true, innate wisdom has been evidenced by his ability to pick good cars, stocks, women, etc. In addition, he has had the distinction of being on the Commandant’s List and the Ethics Committee. A professed bachelor, Jim’s future includes pilot training at Webb AFB, a fighter assignment, and eventually marriage—not necessarily in that order.

Richard Casmer Walsh “Dic/c”

Once the “Polock” migrated here from Dearborn, Michigan, it didn’t take him long to establish himself as one of the most outstanding potential commanders the Blue Zoo Wind Tunnel has ever blown. As 14th Squadron’s head-honcho, he became one of the most respected men in the class for his leadership as well as his academics and extracurricular “talents.” Quite a proficient snowman, the “MCMF” made a large contribution to the National Lonely Hearts Club. Not only did he woo the local chicks at every opportunity, but he was also a strong advocate of the 4.0 GPA, craved jazz, and hated the “woods” like a true city slicker. Perhaps sometime after graduate school and pilot training, some sweet young thing will clip this bird’s wings, but not until he’s done lots more flying.

“Tom”

Thomas Henry Walsh, Jr.

Tom “ain’t like the rest of us.” Butwhat do you expect from a misfit from Walpole, Massachusetts, who spends five years here? Take the graduation ball as a for instance—did our boy bring a girl? No - his beloved hockey stick and Tempest gear shift. Somehow, we couldn’t help being fondof our malcontent, our Squadron Commander who wasn’t a hero. I mean who paid for the gas on every OTF? It’s rumored the real world is really nice—Tom could get bored really fast.

“Dan”

Daniel Elias Ward

Dan Ward comes to us from Sparkill, New York, without the benefit of a high school diploma. Despite that deficiency, he has managed to escape the Dean’s clutches for the last four years. Dan’s activities here have centered on the gym, as a memberof the Fencing Team and Captain of the Pentathlon Team. His plans for after graduation focus on travel and pilot training. Andthat “ski wagon” still looks like a family car to us.

William Janies Ware

Nickname “B” or “B. Ware” came to USAFA from Saddle River, N. J. after graduation from Ramsey High School. He calls Florida his second home and loves SCUBA diving, water skiing, surfing, and anything else that can be done in the water or on the beach. Somehow he managed to outfox the Dean long enough and often enough to stay on the Dean’s List every semester even his First Class year. Plans include a fast trip to Purdue for a seven month drink out of the fire hydrant of knowledge to get a Master’s degree in Astronautics, then off to pilot training at Craig AFB, Ala. Marriage? Of course! It’s better than living with his present roommate anyway.

“Hal”

Harold Eugene Watson

Hal (Sky to most people), from a small town in Indiana, is a farmer at heart; that is, when he is not dreaming about flying airplanes. His biggest ambition is to fly F-104’s for TAC, but as long as it’s an airplane that gets off the ground, it will do until the F-104 comes around. With his great love for flying and desire to do well, Hal should go a long way as a pilot.

Thomas Lloyd Webster

“Tom”

“Hurray, Hurray, the 1st of May, Outdoor funnin’ starts today! These words of Tom truly reflect his character. The Ole’ West Virginia Hillbilly was a real mover during the weekends, and he started his cadet life with a “don’t get too serious” philosophy. This wasn’t hard for him to follow because he had difficulty acquiring a second date with any girl. Even when Tom couldn’t get a date, he could always clear the Academy in his little Falcon and enjoy a night with the fellows (Sid, Pete, and Greasy). But finally Tom weakened; not too much, but just enough—enough to catch all sorts of hazing. But it was worth it, wasn’t it Tom? Ain’t love grand? Now, Tom’s greatest desire is to do as well in pilot training as he did in pilot indoctrination. And if he does, see you in SAC, Whisk.

Rodney Allen Wells “Rod”

From Salem, Ill., home of William Jennings Bryan, another silver tongued orator ventured Westto USAFA. While Mr. Bryan used his rhetorical abilities for politics, Rod confined his abilities to snowing the local female populace and keeping 17th Squadron in fits of laughter. While at the Academy, Rod covered the entire academic spectrum being on the Dean’s List and R Flight at the same time. A summer in Europe gave Rod a chance to demonstrate his versatility by substituting a beard for facility with the language. Europe and a green VW have also ingrained in him a lasting appreciation for sports cars. Graduation will see Rod and his blue Austin Healey (the “Grey Ghost”) heading for Vance AFB to pilot training and the parties at Oklahoma State.

Clarence Joseph Welter, Jr. “C. J.”

Hailing from New Prague, Minnesota, C. J. or just plain Ceeje (pronounced as the siege in “He laid siege to Dunton Hall”) is Third Squadron’s representative to the P.F.A. (Past Farmers of America) since he traded his pitchfork and straw hat for a slide rule and an M-l. Ceeje’s contributions to the Wing are many, ineluding an editorship (non-fiction) on the Talon, officer in the Skating Division, membership on freshman and varsity wrestling squads, Bowman’s Division, Hunting Division, Fishing Division, ad infinitum. In addition to selfless participation in many activities, his leadership and ability to work well with and gain the respect of classmates, superiors, and subordinates are integral parts of C. J. and will insure his success in any field of endeavor he chooses.

Kenneth Oliver Wentzel “O/lie”

After being driven out of Shillington, Pennsylvania, “Boo” was granted the rare privilege of retreating from the world’s physical pleasures by preparing for a military career. To say that the midget was immediately motivated by these Spartan surroundings is an understatement of sorts. Starting as one of our more accomplished athletes, particularly in swimming—he soon advanced to the more tedious sports of thumper and closet hockey. He continued to keep his rotund little body in a crude semblance of shape, however, by leaping and screaming a bit at football games as a cheerleader. Although many of his female acquaintances have insisted on mothering him, he has accomplished much remedial work in his little sports olive. An excellent student of the physical sciences, “Boo” plans to study for his doctorate in Quantum Mechanics in night school while becoming the world’s greatest helicopter pilot in Reno.

“Tim”

Timothy Oscar Westover

Being a “fledgling,” Tim doesn’t call any special place home, but the beginning was in Riverside, California. After a year at Texas A&M and Prep School, he finally made it to USAFA. If this was a surprise, his graduation was a greater one. In his four years here, “Ozzie” found out that too much “party” and little study don’t mix—the former won out. Commandant’s List, Dance and Rally Committees, Saber Drill Team, skiing, and rugby just didn’t leave much time for the “Dean.” After graduation, Tim looks forward to a ripe life as a bachelor in TAC or MATS.

Hugh Carter Whatley

Although born in Sulphur, Louisiana, Carter grew up in Glendale, Arizona. After spending a year at the University of Arizona as a Physics major, he entered the Academy where he has majored in international affairs with a heavy concentration on Economics. In addition to being manager of the cross country team for four years and the track team for three, Carter has participated in the Forum, Ski Club, and Professional Studies Group. His future plans include pilot training and graduate school.

‘'Jim”

James Franklin Wheeler

With success as his goal and a driving determination to achieve it, Jim spent his time at AFA striving to do well in all he attempted. Supt’s List, Comm’s List, Dean’s List—all were his and more. He drove a red VW, and he liked to trade ski stories at the Cadet Club, but even more than this he liked Denver and his own “city slicker,” Dorothy. June will bring graduation and a wife as Jim joins the ranks as a non-rated bearer of gold bars with a wary eye onan eventual Law degree.

Barry Baxter White

Barry came from the warm State of North Carolina; in fact, that’s where he started his “higher education.” After a year at North Carolina State, he came to USAFA where he spent the next four years wondering why he ever left that N. C. campus. Although a girl with a beautiful southern accent sometimes calls him long distance, he has managed to keep up the grades. At present, he is an NSF candidate. Maybe the solitude of the Rockies has affected him mentally. He’s going back after more of that campus life following graduation, but there will be only one female at MIT. After grad school, it looks like a future of flying school and Systems Command.

James Blair White

“Jim”

Jim gave up the warm beaches of Florida for the cold walls of the Monastery. After sophomore year, however, he found that a warm glow could be found even in Colorado when his delightful Florida Princess found her way to the mountain country. When not working at varsity soccer or debate, Jim could be found preparing for Georgetown University to be followed by pilot training. It is hoped that guys like Jim will be able to give vent to the Air Force voice in the DOD in future years.

William Charles White Bill”

Bill made a long trip from the East Coast to come to school in Colorado. It’s hard to say whether USAFA or the ski slopes kept him here. At any rate, he has been rather successful at both. Playing cadet, he has been on SML since he has been here. Academics has been “no sweat,” and he spends CQ making up crazy computer programs. During the dark ages, he hit thesunshine of the ski slopes. You can bet on “Silly Willy” to be as successful in his Air Force career as he has been during his cadet career.

Horace Tufts Whitman, II “Tuff”

Hailing from North Dakota might be the reason Whitman is called “Tuff,” but he claims that it comes from a family name. Straight from high school, he has been on the Dean’s List quite consistently in spite of some extended rifle trips. With the acquirement of a new car, he found that there could be things in life which were interesting besides shooting and academics. After last summer’s pilot indoctrination, Whit is off for pilot training and hopes to earn his flying pay in fighters.

Kenneth Paul Wicks “Ken”

The bright son of Euclid (school song: “Oh Eu-clid!), Ohio, Ken easily transferred his outdoor allegiances to big game hunting in Colorado, including two and four-legged deer. However, despite the localizing influences of a native roommate (his spitting image, especially when using Skoal), Wickey could not resist the charms of a young lady back home and now he has put two joys in life—the young lady and pilot training. While at the “Ritz of the Rockies,” Ken indulged in such manly pastimes as judo, boxing, Dodging-theDean, and Drying-Up-Coors, becoming the proverbial well-rounded man— though he tried hard to combat this with Metrecal. So as he SAABs off into the Golden Sunrise toward Craig AFB and UPT, “Good luck, Ken!”

“Wedge”

James Larry Widger

Jim Widger, born at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, came to Colorado long before most of us, sinking roots in Monte Vista and claiming the “Windy State” as his home. Renowned in the Squadron for his ability at coping with scientific problems, “the Wedge” has proved a constant source of help to those of us less scientifically inclined. He plans to pursue this field in AFIT graduate school, hopefully, at Purdue University. On the weekend, there is little doubt as to where Jim is. The smoking trail of his new Tempest can be followed straight to Denver University and the doorstep of an “old friend from home”—who incidentally will probably become the “new Mrs. Widger from home” in June.

Karl Cropp Widmayer, III

Karl, otherwise known as “K.C.” or the “Weed,” is one of the original Los Angeles “fallen angels,” K. C. is a swashbuckling, devil-may-care cadet who is enthusiastic about A. Healeys, skiing, and women—in that order. He also partakes of a little beer now and then. The “Weed” is probably best known for his corn-ball jokes and anecdotes that contribute to his personality which might be considered to be a cross between a beach bum, a beatnik and a Beatle. After graduation, Karl plans to head down to Big Spring, Texas, and Webb AFB for a little pilot training and surfing on those big, beautiful West Texas beaches. In between ski trips, Karl has found time to do enough work to consistently just miss making the Dean’s List. Among K. C.’s prized possessions are a pair of wooden shoes from Holland, a pair of rotten moccasions from Tia Juana, and a bathrobe that he found in a trash can in a C. Springs alley. Color him madness.

Dennis William Wiedemeier

“Weed” came to the Academy as a simple Wisconsin farm boy. He survived doolie year by hiding in his telephone booth, he stuck around another year for spite, and another chance at the mech Department, finally deciding he really didn’t want to quit anyway. He will report to Reese AFB in July accompanied only by his hot Spitfire.

“Johnny”

John Arthur Wiles

Johnny is 6th Squadron’s own Lilliputian. During his four years at the Rocky Mountain Monastery, Stub has learned to live with daily hazards such as being tied in laundry bags for shipment to the Denver laundry, evading janitors with over-size brooms and being held captive in waste paper baskets by the doolies. However, size has not been a limitation for Stub, but rather an asset. He is one of the few people custom built for an MGB, and he is a “compact people” for a compact cockpit. He has been active as a Dance Representative for four years, a staff worker for the AFA Assembly, and a regular inhabitant of either the Supt’s List, Comm’s List, or Dean’s List. Stub concentrated his efforts on academic pursuits in digital and analog computers. Following graduation, Stub will go to Williams AFB for pilot training, with long range plans for grad school to earn a Master’s degree in computer technology.

“Dave”

David Beryl Williams

Coming from the unsettled parts of Louisiana, it is not hard to see why Dave is ready to undertake anything from midnight escapades to actionpacked academics. In his “singapore-gold” Lemans, with the windows up and the heater on, Dave can be seen, on weekends, rolling around Denver, although sometimes he makes it as far as Dallas and a friendly Sorority House down there. Dave is, of course, looking forward to the “Rush” season and a year at Craig AFB. From their, the sky’s the limit.

John Joseph Williams

“J* J*”

Bringing tale of Gangland incidents and cold winters (“I mean really cold!”), the “Jolly Green Giant” came to the Academy from Chi-town. Perhaps his most famous claim to fame, outside of a million dollar beer keg, was that he spent less time than any other smack on squadron tables. Turning to intramurals as an upperclassman, J. J. became better known to his classmates and to the rest of his squadron. Although few people are able to address him in his native tongue, Chicagoese, his good nature and ability to understand English have served him well during his four years. His activities included the football team, swimming team, Foreign Language Club, and Squadron Representative to Catholic Council.

Hugh Hardy Williamson, III “Sonny”

“Smiles,” as he is more affectionately known to his classmates, hails from the “Heart of Dixie” in the Deep South, and a city which effectively describes this southern gentleman, Mobile. Retaining the amiabledemeanor natural to his Alabama origins, Sonny consistently is known as one to spend a studious week followed closely behind by a “no sweat” weekend—theeffects of which have left him with a permanent star and wreath, a 3.5 cumulative grade point average, and a desire to study law at Harvard beginning in September. Sonny is best known for hislove of sports. A “basketball type,” Sonny gave up the rigors of varsity sports midway in his cadet career to become an “intramurder” victim and seven times a member of various All-Star teams. A ’64 Catalina, used to increase his range of operations during the year, will serve to transport this “fair-haired lad” to the East Coast, where a waiting plan will carry him to 74 days of improving international relations come true.

Larry Allen Willis

To explain Larry’s behavior is a task for a psychiatrist. However, you can gain a little insight if you look at the town he calls home. Winnemucca is not really a town. It happens to be one of the few places in Nevada where a road and a railroad track cross. The main street consists of six bars, eleven casinos, and other houses. The other street has four homes. This atmosphere had a tremendous effect on Larry. It gave him the worldly knowledge that has served him so well as a cadet. Larry has a broad range of interests. One that can be mentioned here is skiing. Admittedly, it is hard to understand how anyone from Nevada could have developed an interest in skiing. Yet this year will be the third year that Larry has been a member of the Ski Team. This year Larry made Ops Officer. That means he is in charge of marching, a fact that might come as a surprise to his first element leader. However, I am sure the job is in capable hands. After all, what can go wrong in a Squadron when the Ops Officer has a Turkish water pipe?

Skip

John Franklin Wilson

One of the most versatile athletes in his class, Skip entered USAFA from college and promptly lettered on three freshman teams. His second year he swam on the AFA varsity, and climaxed cross country season by representing USAFA in the NCAA Championships at Lansing, Michigan. He then switched to Modern Pentathlon, and became the best collegiate pentathlete in the country by the year’s end. As a senior, he tried boxing for the first time, and went all the way to the finals of the Wing Open Championship, finishing just in time for a season of rugby. With skiing, tennis, SCUBA diving and other sports filling spare time, this graduate has a B-(- grade point average, two science majors, and a love for flying which should take him far in the Air Force.

Kelly Thomas Wilson

“Well, see, I say Portland because not too many people have heard of Troutdale.” But, alas, after four years on the Bird Farm it is doubtful whether this unhappy Oregonian’s (“whadda ya mean it never rains here?”) cracked and creaking web feet will gain any relief in Phoenix. Following a traumatic experience in Sweden that left his resistance very low, this member of Europe’s Fearsome Five (What did she say when the engine sounded like some marbles in a mixmaster?) was draped by the flags of ominous omen at a wedding. Come June, he will put Claudia into the right side of the Black Beauty and roar off into the sunset, flinging silver bullets back over his shoulder and crying out—“This place is getting too soft!”

“Ron”

Ronald Kent Wishart

Ron, a product of Union, N. J., brought with him from that most densely populated state in the country a great appreciation for classical music and a love for Political Science. His interests here have ranged from distance running, to cars, to rolling rocks, and carrying a rifle for the Commandant. Ron is very proud of his 1950 Ford convertible but he is most proud of being the fourth ugliest man in the world.

“Bill”

William Michael Wittress, Jr.

Bill came to us, western Pennsylvania’s gain, and soon established himself as our loss. After a year of rest, he came out of retirement to again seek the better things in life (wine and song?). Rumor has it that Bill has spent a weekend “on campus” voluntarily but no proof of this is available. In his four years here, Bill has won many friends and has managed an excellent academic and intramural record. On 3 June, Bill will head east in his Great White Flash for some leave, to be followed in September by graduate school at Stanford.

John Walter Wojnaroski

"W oj

Trudging out of the mines, Woj heard about the Blue Zoo, and he decided to trade coal dust for JP-4. After struggling through freshman English, he decided to try a language a little more native, which caused one Russian instructor to comment, “The only cadet to speak Russian with a Polish accent.” One year at the University of Pittsburgh enabled him to complete the Engineering Science major, and he hopes to eventually return to graduate school, but first pilot training. Comments on the Tweet—“I wonder if it’ll break Mach from 40,000.” After terrorizing the local populace of Georgia, Woj hopes to move on to TAC or test pilots’ school—anything but SAC. When not serving confinements, he can usually be found in Susie—his only love. When not flying between here and Denver, Susie can usually be found running into snow plows. Marriage? If and when the right girl comes along.

That! Allison Wolfe “Woof”

Moses Lake, Washington, lost its pride and joy when Thad came screaming across the dunes to USAFA. An outstandinghigh school athlete, he has continued in his specialty by harassing area wrestlers for the past four years. In the Dean’s game, Thad had the distinction of being the worst chemistry student ever to pass the course and generally found sciences as stimulating as organizational charts. In spite of the study time, he managed to serve on the Ring Committee, Class Committee, Group Staff, was Assistant CIC of the Cadet Water Ski Club, acted as Tenth’s CO during his last semester, and haunted the Comm’s List. As an all time warrier, Thad has killed well over his quota of sleepies in campaigns on lecture hall hills and blue bunker ridge—between campaigns he can be found scribbling poetry and ops plans to his OAO back in the Evergreen State. As one of the more covert “game players,” Thad has proven a consistent winner: in fact, he once won 30-60 and 3. After June? Vance

Richard Wolniewicz “Wally”

“Wally” Wolniewicz from gangstertown in the proverbial “windy city” is one of the Wing’s most esteemed smiling “Polacks.” His happy mood even prevails when an instructor gruesomely murders his name or lapses into using “Mr. W.” when all else fails. His prior service of what seems like an infinite number of years which will get him an equally infinite rate of pay upon graduation was spent gazing at the sky as a weatherman. Even now, he can occasionally be found with his head in the clouds over some “sweet young thing,” and he never seems to learn that such goings-on can only lead to precipitation from on high. On to Vance AFB he goes in his white Tempest with the hope that there are no more 2:00 a.m. flight missions when hie seems to be the only one ready to go.

James Michael Wood “Mike”

Mike had to leave the warm, wet, green forests of East Texas for the first time when he left Marshall for bigger and better things in colorful Colorado. But all was not thorns in Colorado. The Dean’s List star which he wore from the first enabled him to see that life did continue normally on the outside. Once he overcame the language barrier, life became even better many of his classmates who had never heard an East Texas accent thought his name was “Mack.” But being the “Littlest Texan” did have its advantages —like the time he climbed the backboard in the gym to retrieve a peregrine falcon after half-time at a basketball game. More familiar with water than snow, he learned to love skiing. More familiar with bicycles than cars, he learned to love sports cars (an Austin Healey and a Jaguar.) More familiar with books than girls, he learned Well, it’s a 4 June wedding and a tour of the Southwest before pilot training at Reese AFB.

"Woody”

Robert Vernon Woods

Woody hailed into USAFA, bright-eyed and bushy tailed from the so-called God’s country (Kansas). He was so impressed that he wished he hadn’t come for quite some time; in fact, until he brought his ole’ buddy "George” (that beer drinkin’ ’57 Chevy), Woody’s 2.07 proves that old statement that grades have nothing to do with intelligence, so he says—time will tell. His long range plans for cars, women, and booze really got stopped by a certain young stewardess from UAL. Seems like all he wants to do is raise little pilots to carry on his career of at least 30 years.

Allen Lee Workman

“Schmee” is a flying Dutchman from the coal-crakin’ region of Williamstown, Pa. Characterized by a carefree, ever-jovial personality (despite two post-semester scuffles with the Dean), he has been a standout for First Squadron in every endeavor. Among other achievements, “the toe” has split the uprights on numerous occasions in “intramurder” to pull out both football and rugby victories. Socially, this party-loving, hot-dog, rally rep, has recently turned weekend warrior; his “snowflake” Nova is found either at Penrose or the Prospector. A family man at heart, the Dutchman anticipates a possible tour flying those smooth 135’s for MATS. An invaluable asset to the Wing, we’re sure he will be tops in the Air Force.

“Tom”

Thomas Paul Wright, Jr.

A southern colonel by birth, Tom has spent the last four years practicing to begin at the bottom. The rebel’s biggest obstacle to life in Colorado was the weather. His burning ambition during the past four years has been to keep warm. Having no use for cold weather (or marriage), Tom will take his Corvette and head back South after graduation.

“Erf”

Edward Alan Young

Venturing into these dusty provinces from the cultured coast of Maryland, Ed found these surroundings so much to his liking that he joined the Dean’s Special Five-Year Program. Disdaining the simplicities of the physical sciences, he concentrated on the intricacies of fine arts. Ignoring beer and girls for the more subtle pleasures of liquor and women, Ed has prowled all strata of Colorado society in his increasingly powerful string of Corvettes, spreading his own special brand of friendliness. Whether kicking a rugby ball, skiing in the Driftwood Downhill, or swinging in the rafters at the Ole Festag, his athletic abilities are quite distinctive. After settling things with his girl at C. C. he plans to become the world’s second greatest helicopter pilot in Reno.

James Rader Young, II

“Jim”

Tearing off his PFC stripes in the summer of ’59, Jim entered the “Blue Zoo” with high hopes, a buffalo gun slung over one shoulder, and a stack of Johnny Cash records under his arm. A charter member of the outer fringe in Eighth Squadron commonly referred to as the Goon Squad, the group does more than its share in watching more TV, playing more cards, logging more rack time, breaking more girls’ hearts, and getting into more trouble in general than any other group in the Wing. Jim will lead about half of this bunch off to pilot training in Laredo come the third of June, but there was a considerable amount of worry as to whether Jim would be able to pass the color blindness portion of his flight physical, since his taste in clothes has, on occasion, been known to run toward rather extreme color combinations. The future will undoubtedly find ole’ Jim either in the seat of a TAC fighter pilot or in the cockpit of a Pan-Am 707 with a stewardess on his lap.

Truman Richards Young, Jr. “T. R~”

T. R. came to USAFA from Arlington, Virginia, where his father was stationed (Air Force, of course). He calls San Francisco home and his “olive drab MGA w/a road post imprinted in the right door” knows the way West by heart; 86 horsepower is enough for a good “preyeckle.” Judo, skiing, an occasional quaff (at Duffy’s), and mixed doubles (not necessarily at Duffy’s) are some of T.R.’s favorite pastimes. Having traveled in Europe and Japan, he looks forward to C-135’s with MATS.

Alan Robert Zaiser

“Al”

When “Zike” arrived in waterless Colorado from Florida, he immediately joined the swimming and water polo teamsand stayed there. Undeterred in his project, he became our number one (and only) boat builder. He still hasn’t found a lake here big enough to float it, but thinksthat the Atlantic and the Gulf near Moody AFB will be big enough. He really does prefer the air to the water, so if he doesn’t drown, he will be flying for the Air Commandos.

Francis Zavacki “Zapper”

Fran came to us from the metropolis of Wyoming, Pennsylvania. While others dreamed of becoming the world’s greatest fighter pilots, he had his sights set on becoming a Marine. With his TR-4, his flashy smile, and his driving personality, he is sure to make a hit around the Quantico area. His accomplishments here include being our Class President and a fine landscaper, but his chief claim to fame is being the fourth ugliest man in the world.

Kenneth Bernard Zella

This guy has gone under a number of aliases since he arrived here from Detroit, Mich., and its no wonder why. To the Fencing team, he is known as Bruno, and some of his other names range fi;om Whitey, to Polack, to Kay Bee, to Ken, and others which aren’t mentionable. If you happen to suffer from insomnia, you probably have seen him around one of his midnight prowls. Besides wandering around after Taps, he has somehow managed to be active in the Rally Committee, Ski Club, PSG Group, Talon Staff, Polaris Staff, and he put in a lot of time on the Ole’ Festag affair. He isalso the Materiel Officer, Business Agent, chief cook and bottle washer for the Cadet Club. Somehow, he also found time to make the Dean’s List one semester. His plans for the future include staying single, pilottraining at Webb and then to TAC to fly F-4C’s. His ultimate hopes lie in the direction of the stars as an Astronaut.

“Gerry”

Gerald Anton Zionic

Gerry calls Nokomis, Illinois home and since his arrival at the Academy he has established himself in a fashion to make the home folks proud, and needless to say, himself. He has won much respect for his hard working ability inflected in his being carried on the Dean’s List throughout his four years. The weekend can find Gerrv anyplace, but not without his ’vette. And there is little doubt that, with or without skis, Gerry and that ’vette cut about the sportiest appearance in the Rockies. Following graduation in June, Gerry’s plans include graduate school at Michigan U.

“Nick”

Nicholas Michael Zopolis

Nick comes from the PacificNorthwest. Born twenty-two years ago in Shelton, Washington, he made up his mind he wanted to fly when he was twelve years old. Naturally, the only place to go was the AFA. After attending Prep School, he came to the Academy for post-graduate work and to take turn-out exams. A member of the fencing team for three years, the Greek was noted for his wicked blade. He is going to Laughlin AFB for pilot training, and from there he hopes to fly C-141’s in MATS.

Sunset came early in the life of Bill, on February 15, 1961, when the plane carrying the United States Figure Skating Team to the competition for World Championships at Prague, Czechoslovakia, crashed at Brussels, Belgium.

1st Squadron

Adcock, C. C. Arbeit, F. Barto, J. E. Benkoski, S. Bloom, M. Boettcher, T. T. Chambless, R. M. Dixon, A. L. Dougherty, J. Gnall, J. Heflebower, C. R. Hoffman, W. A.

Jordan, H. Koeteeuw, R. I. Kowalchuk, C. J. Lacy, W. H.

Letcher, M. W. Lupia, F. A. Markey, J. May, G. McBroom, J.

McGill, R. Pfeifle, D. L. Rowan, R. A. Schmidt, A.

C. F. Strotz, C. F. Thompson, W. VanRiper, D. M Williams, F.

2nd Squadron

Almquist, D. W.

Beavers, J. L. Ill

Birke, T. S.

Carlburg, R. E.

Davis, J.-P.

Drabant, T. M

Farrell, L. P. Jr.

Grossetta, B. D.

Jones, W. K.

Loper, M. R. MacDowell, P. D.

McAniff, R. McKinney, C. L.

Meschko, E. T

Mills, G. F

Tollstam,

Nesbitt, P. M. Olive, J. F. Pichon, A. A. Ray, W. D.

Sikora, C. R.

Steadman, J. E.

Templin, R. T.

L

dk Hi

Tubre, T. W.

Wondolowski, J. J.

Wright, D. B.

3rd Squadron

Brill, R. S.

Brown, P. A.

Brownlow, B. J.

Davies, R. R.

Dick, D. A.

Donald, M. L.

Engebretson, W. R.

Eszenyi, S. A.

Andrews, V.

Becker, J.

Berry, W. G.

Carr, T.

Clark, R. Dyer, J.

Finan, G. K.

Fritzsch, R. B.

Funkhouser, K.

Heenan, M.

Houghtaling, M. A House!, H.

Kincaid, T. Koliner, C. M. McClure, A. A. Mravak, T.

Rhynard, W. Sarff, C. Shepler, T. E. Spitz, G. R.

Stein, P. Stierle, J. E, Strong, F. Thames, J. Witton, R.

Squadron 04

Alton, S. L

Benham, L.

Bondaruk, H. A. Brown, D. E.

Castro, B. H. Czarnota, R. Degiacomo, W.

Engler, G. G Genez, V. L. Griffin, D. D.

Harris, W. H. McAlear, K. E. McCann, F. X. McNabb, J. V.

Malerba, W. E. Manley, M. P. Meisenhelder, R. J. Nolting, D. L. Rawins, D. H.

Ryan, M. E. Schuknecht, L. A. Shannon, B. J. Shelton, H. W. C. Smith, L. E. Suzuki, R. M.

Andrews,

Bingham, P. T.

Blaess, E. M.

Brooks, R. S.

Detwiler,

Blair, M. Closson, L. Daniels, H. S. Elgethun, E. D. Fuller, C. Higgins, H. H.

Laky, J. C. Lantz, P. McCord, M. I. McElvain, K. L. McGarity, R. Myers, W. A.

Nichols, J. R. Oliver, R. J. Parsons, J. Redman, C. E. Reed, A. T. Rich, C. A.

Saunders, W. S. Schmiesing, D. Scribner, C. R. Taylor, M. L. Tooley, E. Wormington, J.

6th Squadron

Blackmar, J. C.

Britan, J. K.

Casey, L.

Cathey, W. H.

Chorvat, M. F.

Coleman, W. L.

Creamer, M. A.

Deacon, W. E., II

Hanley, R. L.

Jacobs, N. A.

Johnson, C. F.

Johnson, M. A. Johnson, T. W.

Kilgore, R. R.

McCollough, R. B.

Melnick, S. B.

Oravetz, T. J.

Ough, J. L.

Pool, L. R.

Pfeltz, A. R., Ill

Schroeder, L. B.

Aykroyd, G. B. Baker, R.R. Barnard, M. C., Ill

Crotteau, D. A. Egge, A. G. Figueroa, E. L.

Fink, D. E. Garland, J. E. Goddard, G. H. Golbitz, W. C. Hinn, J. J. Howard, W. H. F.

Jaglinski, M. C. Ledbetter, L. E. Loving, W. M. McFalls, J. 0., Ill Munch, T. C. Nash, P. R.

Reynolds, D. D. Sullivan, E. P. Swanson, J. G. Talcott, R. T. Van Duyn, J. E. Watson, R. B.

Albright, J. S. Beattie, C. W. Bettinger, S. P. Bradley, R. G. Cook, D. F.

Duncan, L. F. Fedel, G. A. Greene, M. L. Heiser, R. L. Howerton, G. F.

Hurley, W. C. Jaep, W. F. Jensen, L. C. Legasey, E. E. Lutz, M. I.

McDermott, J. H. K. Maleekas, A. F. Merryfield, M. C. Monda, E. Palmer, R. B.

Powley, H. Rafferty, G. Shaw, J. A. Simmons, C. J. Sovitsky, G. A.

Vance, H. J. White, J. H. Wilson, L. W. Wirth, M. C. Wyman, S. S.

7th Squadron

Terhall, J. Weidner, D Young, G.

Bussey, W. Cronenwett, S. P. Dickey, P. B. Fausti, E. A.

Fazio, P. F. Henkelmann, J. F. Kaltenback, J. Krause, K.

Kruczynski, L. McDermott, W. McGrath, D. A. McKinney, G.

Metz, J. Navarra, J. C. Perkowski, R. Penry, R.

Roberts, W. A.

Short, M. Stone, L. A. Sweeney, A.

8th Squadron

Ainsworth, J. S.

Bagley, L. C.

Bailey, E. P.

Bannwart, J. L.

Blitt, W. J.

Buck, W. H.

Callahan, J. B.

Cree, R. W.

Cross, S. D.

Faix, J. L.

Guenther, T. G.

Hess, J. L.

Hilker, R. P.

Hnat, J. G.

Kelley, W.

Lanzilotta, N. M.

Larson, D. F.

Lupini, R. G.

Gone Mestemaker, R. J.

Morrelli, P. E.

Mosley, R. A.

Ostrozny, N. J. Salat, F.

Spiegelhauer, M. A.

Steele, J. R.

Teetz, C. O.

Viotti, P.R.

9th Squadron

Adler, F. L. Ahern, J. Allen, J. P. Bevacqua, M. Boone, K.

Bulkeley, M. C. Bush, J. R. Carlson, K. Cook, W. Covert, C.

Dixon, W. Dormsjo, T. 0. Foley, R. Galer, R. T. Grozier, J. L.

Keeley, D. Kennedy, C. A. Lyle, W. Markham, T. 0. Morgan, H.

Bauer, C. A.

Boston, R. Brende, O. Clark, R. Daniel, R. Drabant, R. E.

Ennis, E. Fite, J. Forester, K. C. Harmel, G. M. Johnston, R. A. Knobloch, R.

Lee, J. Lord, W. R. MacCarroll, M. Moore, D. Miner, P. H. Mueller, A. E.

Peterson, J. F. Prizner, D. Riess, M. Roeder, L. Stickler, E. Stovall, D.

Stovall, G. W. Warren, R. Wilbanks, R. Yates, D. Young, C. Zangri, A.

Squadron 10

Almand, L. M. Biermann, F. J. Bloyer, D. R. Cranston, S. E. Daskevich, J. R. Godfrey, W. R.

Golas, M. T. Grabe, R. J. Johnson, P. W. Lanagan, M. R. McCorkle, D. L. Meyer, A. M.

Orlowski, J. M. Quiros, E. J. Radtke, D. L. Rose, K. R. Sewell, E. F. Smyth, D.

Wojcik, M. R. Woody, J. R.

11th Squadron

12th Squadron

Ballard, J. R. Brown, D. Bush, A. K. Ching, R. Connolly, R. Crandall, D.

Davis, P. Diehl, A. C. Dougherty, L. Elliott, D. Folz, E. Hartley, G.

Hughes, R. Kay, G. Keightly, W. Knoppel, K. Koldyke, G. L. Kunciw, R. S.

Leonard, M. C. McGlone, S. Marquette, R. Mitcham, R. S. Reynolds, R. Safford, S.

Angell, J. Basheer, B. W.

Beresford-Wood, J. W. Bowen, B. L.

Cox, F. J. Dunkelberg, G. Hebert, A. Hein, F. C.

Herrick, W. C. Kemp, W. F. Kennedy, W. McCoroskey, M.

Moore, J. Morris, W. Pilsch, T. D Powers, D.

Ramlo, 0. H. Richardson, P. Rogers, W. Sammons, R. C.

Schlosberg, R. Sillman, J. Sublett, K. Watkins, M.

Bradley, P. Cloar, R. Davis, J. Denny, G.

Desch, C. Dozier, J. K. Elliott, E. S. Fal, J. W.

Gaffney, M. Gideon, F. Gundy, R. L. Higgins, T.

Hoffman, G. Hohwiesner, W. Koen, L. D. O’Donnell, T.

Parmentier, M. A. Reston, R. T. Rickard, D. W. Towne, G. W.

Rottiers, R. B. Sanford, J. J. Wallace, W. Weinman, A. L

Backman, E. Bartlett, J. R. Blaha, F. Carpenter, A.

Coleman, J. Crosby, W. Dowling, P. Evans, T. F.

Fuller, J. H. Gabriel, L. Hoekstra, D. U. Imler, D.

Lanier, R. O. Leach, A. Leonard, J. Lorenz, G. R.

Messinger, J. Milanovich, F. Morishige, R. Mueller, G.

Blake, R. L.

Brown, T.

Bruce, B.

Dudley, D.

Estus, R. C. Hallenbeck, D. Heater, R. Hedlund, D.

Janco, R. Johnston, P. Lapin, G. Leib, T.

Lindberg, E. Niederhof, R. Prigge, R. A. Pringle, R.

Schuster, W. Simmons, M Spencer, P. Strzemieczny, A.

Bechtel, P. C.

Berzins, W. V.

Blumberg, A. I.

Christian, C. B.

Dopier, B. A.

Dudley, L. C.

Fales, D. P.

Hanseth, G. L.

Reiser, T. Lacy, L.

Michels, W. L.

Mosley, J.

Parks, L. D.

Shepard, W. K.

Shultis, D. C.

Sollengerger, S.S.

Abramson, R. S. Barnard, H. Barnes, J. C. Burke, J. Burski, M. Calvanelli,* T. J. Cerak, J. Donelly, P. T. Donovan, B. Elm, S. R. Goeggel, G. Grosick, F.

Gunter, E. Hager, H. Hall, H. Kroboth, F. McCleary, J. E. Mann, R. Mass, R. Ondrejko, J. J. Reitan, R. Sellers, D. Simpson, T. Slusher, F.

16 Squadron

Brown, D. E.

Puster, J. Raymond, P. D. Roberts, J. Selser, J.

Swan, J. Treuhaft, M. Wheeler, T. Womack, C. U.

Coffey, Roger K.

O’Grady, Michael E.

Hunter, Allen M.

Sowada, Daniel E.

Ashbrook, Owen

Czypinski, Wayne

Kieffer, Chester G.

Page, Lex F.

Spector, Jonathan M.

Baxes, James C.

Estrvillo, Abraham D.

Langston, Michael J.

Parrish, Dee E.

Tait, Arthur F.

Blum, Ronald E.

Faris, William L.

Lannon, James P.

Putnam, Robert S.

Thompson, John W.

Broadway, Terrance M.

Ferguson, Douglas D.

Mahlum, Arnold L.

Scott, Michael T.

Waesche, Clinton R.

Caudle, Joseph E.

Fink, Donald E.

Micka, William F.

Sherman, George D.

Wood, Stuart B.

Squadron

lift

Bostrom, S. Bradham, G. R. Carroll, T. H. Cathart, R. Chace, H.

Comin, T. Cox, S. C. Ferguson, D. E. Geoghegan, W. Gibson, D.

Hendrickson, N. Halliday, J. Hoskins, C. L. Larsen, P. Light, V.

Rowley, D. V. Ryan, J. E. Saunders, W. Schrott, J. Seiver, D.

Love, A. Messner, D. Midkiff, R. M. Myers, M. Reich, T. D.

Snyder, D. Strickland, J. R. Sutton, A. Terry, J. R. Willis, R. K.

Burch, L.

19th Squadron

Valentine, J. H. Warden, J. A. Waterman, R. Wells, K. P.

Alldredge, C. H. Bagwell, D. Bleymaier, J. Boozer, G. Grems, B.

Estes, H. Hiscock, M. C. Hopkins, J. M. Holoviak, D. R. J Komnick, N.

Kubanis, A. Lafors, K. R. Langley, R. W. Love, J. Nagy, D.

O’Gorman, J. R. Oliver, J. Rust, H. Supp, P. L. Thompson, T.

Bennett, M. P.

Bracy, R. L.

Buhler, F. T.

Cannon, G. E. Casper, J. H. Daack, M. T.

Dunshee, R. B. Freeman, N. W. Gardner, R. E.

Hacker, K. J. Hatchett, R. L. Hurst, J. C.

Mullen, J. H. Parsons, R. N. Portugal, J. E.

Richardson, M. B. Richardson, A. M. Purington, R. A.

Schillereff, R. Ryan, W. J. Ill Roberts, J. E.

Yarborough, T. Wilson, M. Skagen, J. A.

20th Squadron

Piper, J. R. Jr. Scarborough, D. G. Soulek, J. W.

Hodgson, G. W.

Holder, R. R. Knoll, R. D. Luxich, L. H. Jr.

Benson, R. A.

Berg, B. B.

Blacksten, J. O. II

Callies, T. L.

Campbell, H. M. II

Mossman, B. P.

Murphy, J. T. Ji

Newendorp, J. Nicholas, G. W.

Coblenz, J. E.

Forinash, J. L., Jr.

Hamby, H. G. Ill

Hanniffy, B. A.

Hill, H. J.

Jackson, J. E. Mansell, D. M. Marshall, K. R.

Archibald, A. M. Jr.

Carlson, R. T.

Cerny, L. J. II Chorlins, R. D.

McCarty, D. C. Menza, T. F. Miller, R. P.

Cole, G. P. Jr.

Colgrove, R. T. Dellafiora, T. Harris, G. J.

Mulcahy, W. F. Owen, D. H. Pulaski, M. T. Schofield, J. E.

Scruggs, D. M. State, N. R. Sweatland, K. K Tebay, R. D. Thompson, M. K.

Thorson, E. M. Torresson, T. S. Weber, K. R. Wingfield, J. R

21st Squadron

W.

Seibel, M. Sharer, B.

Connors, M. J. Conrad, J. Doyle, T. Eddy, L. B. Ellenbeck, E. W. Estrada, C. A.

Etnyre, S. Gourley, L. Guckert, T. Hathorn, F. Hogle, G. Iversen, J.

Latham, W. McMahon, J. Macherione, D. Munninghoff, I. Murphy, J. Price, D. Sutherland, M. Traudt, L. W. Simmons, M. Yankee, J.

22nd Squadron

Averyt, R. Bissett, K. R. Bliss, G.

Fontaine, P. A.

Edwards, J. W.

Hahn, B. L. Heckert, D. W. Hicks, J. L. Houser, C. Jared, R.

Kellenberger, J. W Macintyre, G. Macur, R. Nowlin, D. Park, B. S.

Pigg, K. E. Pregolar, J. Regan, W. Sams, M. Stansbury, B. P.

Stelling, H. Storaasli, P. Thomas, R. J.

Toombs, M. Wiedenmann, G.

Brashear, J. Cecil, D. Cook, R. Dean, R. P. Fehr, T. Gardner, P. D.

Greenlee, W. F. Gubser, B. Guido, R. V. Halverson, R. J. Jaggers, K. W. Jarvis, J.

King, W. R. Krauss, K. G. Landess, J. McDougall, F. J. Rudner, M. Nader, A.

O’Brien, P. Pezersen, E. A. Repko, G. Roman, J. R. Tanner, M. Thompson, J. D.

24th Squadron

DEAN’S STAFF

POLITICAL SCIENCE

PHYSICS

Seated: Maj. Kelley, Maj. Westfall, Lt. Col. Baker, Maj. Brock, Capt. Jackson. Standing: Capt. Leech, Capt. Legate, Capt. Doss, Capt. Denfeld, Capt. Balogh, Capt. Hallisey, Capt. Freyer, Capt. Kronlund, Capt. Carpenter, Capt. Rose, Capt. Ware, 1 Lt. Morrison.

BEHAVIOR SCIENCE

DEPARTMENT OF AERONAUTICS

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DEPARTMENT OF MATHEMATICS

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Physical Education and Athletics Department Heads.

COACHES

TRAINERS

FOOTBALL, AIR FORCE STYLE

VARSITY

That 1963 was to be one of the most exciting and spirited chapters in Falcon grid annals was established when Falcon Quarterback Terry Isaacson squirted across the Washington Husky goal line in the final minutes of the season opener for a 10-7 “upset” Falcon triumph. In the dressing room following that great vietory, the players’ faces reflected, in a much more convincing manner than the scoreboard, the reward of weeks of brutal practice. And in scoring an upset over the nation’s tenth-ranked grid power, the Air Force had found the key to their entire slate a key that was to unlock the door to the Gator Bowl.

Dick Czarnota convinced 25,000 stadium fans, plus a national television audience, that “go” was written on each player’s mind as he followed strong blocking out to the Falcon 38-yard line with the opening kickoff. Three plays later Terry Isaacson had the Falcons in Washington territory, and the stadium rocked as the Cadet Wing roared its approval. However, a missed “bomb” and a fumble stalled the drive, and Washington took over.

The Huskies moved nowhere, and the two teams exchanged punts. With the ball once again in Husky possession, QB Bill Siler faded back to pass. As he turned to find a receiver, all he saw was Blue and then very quickly red, as Falcon linemen John Puster and Paul Thomas levelled him before he could toss. But not before he could get rid of the ball and AF Guard Tom Gorges gobbled up the fumbled pigskin on the Washington 41.

From here the Air Force moved inside the Husky ten, where they encountered the highly-touted WU defense. So Bad Bart Holaday was called on to put the Falcons on the scoreboard with a 25 yard field goal.

The lead was shortlived, however, as Washington’s Steve Bramswell, a former Cadet and the smallest man on the field, sprinted 90 yards and into the end zone with the ensuing kickoff.

Washington, awakened by Bramswell’s run, began to pound the smaller Falcons, but the AFA defense proved equal to the test and three times stiffened deep in Cadet territory to turn back Husky bids. The teams left the field at halftime with a 7-3 count on the scoreboard.

Third quarter action showed no deep penetrations by either team, and early fourth quarter action paralleled this trend. Then, as the Falcons found themselves challenged by the clock as well as the big, pow-

erful Huskies, UW fullback Mike Otis cast a gloom over Falcom Stadium as he tore a hole through the AFA line and raced to the Falcon 16. The Blue gridders, knowing that another Washington score would put the game out of reach, quickly regrouped and halted the Washington surge at the ten.

There, 90 yards away, was victory but those were 90 yards over a team that a season before had only allowed two second half TD’s, over a team that had twice in the past four seasons been Rose Bowl champs, over a team that featured in its starting lineup almost half of the Big Five All-Star team. And there were just over three minutes showing on that same scoreboard that read “7-3.” Terry Isaacson led the Falcon offensive unit into the huddle.

“35 pass right.”

The Falcons broke and charged to the line of scrimmage. Ike took the ball from Center Joe Rodwell, faded back, and fired an eleven yard strike to End Joe O’Gorman. 79 yards

Terry then carried to the 24 from where he pitched to unheralded soph End Jim Greth for another ten. Terry was trapped by the hard-pressing Husky line on the fourth play of the series and dumped for a loss.

But the Falcon QB, bathed in professional-like poise, bounced back up and fired four straight passes to a brilliant Jim Greth. That 90 yards was now only 28.

But the Falcons had been here twice before and had failed to punch across the formidable UW goal line.

Terry again faded back, looked for Greth, who was suddenly smothered by three purple-clad Huskies, and then found Halfback Dick Czarnota wide open at the Washington 6. Another strike, and the Falcons were in the shadow of the goalposts.

But there are no points for shadows, and the Falcons knew how far away six yards could be. There were a lot of determined Huskies huddled on the five, and the Falcons were on the six.

Terry Isaacson took the snap from center, swung around to his right, and cocked his arm. Greth covered; Czarnota covered; O’Gorman covered. Suddenly a hole opened up in front of him, and Terry danced through it. The stadium rose in a deafening roar as the Falcon quarterback leaped into the end zone, cradling victory in his arms.

Just how big was that first Falcon triumph? Some compared it to the Iowa game five years earlier, in which an upstart Air Force team had battled the mighty Hawkeyes to a 13-13 tie. But most sportswriters viewed the Falcon success against Washington as “just one of those early season happenings.’’ Certainly it was a rewarding victory, a well-deserved one, and one worthy of drawing more optimistic attention to the Falcon grid camp. But sportswriters were not yet ready to concede that the win was more than just an “early season happening.” The schedule was only 1/10 completed, and there were still nine more “big” games ahead.

C.S.U. 0 U.S.A.F.A

Get That Ball!

“Big” victory lived in another state football camp, that of the Colorado State University Rams, for in their season opener the Aggies had crushed University of Pacific 20-0 and had snapped a three-season, 26-game losing streak. It was the first taste of victory for anyone on the CSU squad, as the Seniors had been Freshmen when the Rams had scored their last victory, 30-3, over Drake, in 1960. The Ft. Collins team was geared for ambush and their next game was to be in Falcon Stadium.

It would seem that after the Falcons’ stunning upset of Washington, there would be little promise of much of a contest against the young, shallow Rams, in spite of the intrasquad enthusiasm their season-opening triumph had generated. But as the week progressed, reports from both camps promised a bagful of tricks and the Falcons were impressed with the fact that this was not the same Ram team that could only be described as “hapless” in years past. The Aggies were indeed ready and eager to extend their own “winning streak.” By gametime Washington and UOP were forgotten, and 27,283 Stadium fans prepared themselves for the promised “bone-bumper.”

Four minutes deep in the game, Falcon Quarterback Terry Isaacson swung to the left sideline, then suddenly veered back against the flow of CSU tacklers, turned on the steam, and galloped 47 yards to paydirt. Fifty-six minutes after Terry had first opened the scoring, the Cadets were carrying a 69-0 victory, seven school records, and a lot of proof for sportswriters into the dressing room with them. And Washington was again remembered.

The Falcons held a slim 7-0 lead as the first quarter ended, but 1:40 deep in the second period Larry Tolstam crashed through the CSU defense to run the count up to 14-0. Seven minutes later, Soph Halfback Kenny Jaggers brought the crowd to its feet as he found a hole in the left side of the Ram line, stumbled from a slice at his ankles, balanced himself on one hand as he regained his footing, then raced through the Aggie secondary to the third Falcon TD, 80 yards away. The Falcons brought the halftime margin to 28-0 on Terry’s one-yard dive with 18 seconds showing on the clock.

Terry Isaacson, playing the best game of his career, outdid Kenny Jaggers’ gem in the third quarter as he manufactured a “dipsy-doodle dandy” which in the record books reads only 39 yards when in fact the slick quarterback probably covered more than 100 in weaving a zig-zag pattern through air-tackling Aggie defenders. Terry took the ball on an option to his left, swung back to the right sideline, cut back again to the left, then ran a diagonal path to the right coffin corner for the score. The Falcons capitalized on George Hanseth’s fumble recovery for their sixth touchdown, with Terry

turning his left end for the final ten yards and the 42-0 third quarter margin.

The controls were turned over to Dave Backus at the start of the final period, and the Denver junior responded with a pair of touchdowns of his own. Dave’s first score came on a 31-yard twisting option in the first minute of the fourth quarter, and three minutes later he turned inside his right end to boost the score to 56-0. The Air Force then completely emptied its bench, and five minutes away from the final gun Paul Wargo joined the touchdown parade with a four-yard scamper. With only one second showing on the scoreboard, Washington hero Jim Greth made a one-handed grab of Quarterback Howie Burkart’s 25-yard touchdown toss. The count was now 69-0, and that’s the way the Wing had predicted it on a sign in the dining hall. So Burkhart accommodated the Wing’s forecast by launching a conversion pass that only the Boy Scouts in the end zone seats had a chance of snaring.

CSU 0 0 0 0—0

AFA 7 21 14 27 —69

S.M.U.10

U.S.A.F.A. 0

Anyone who chooses to “invade” Dallas on opening day of the Texas State Fair is not a student of tactics. Texans just plain don’t like that day darkened, or even interrupted, by outsiders. And to invadethe middle of their fairgrounds, their Cotton Bowl well, one might expect a welcome as friendly as that handedthe high-flying Air Force Academy Falcons by SMU’s “protectorate of Texanism” Mustangs. For on that day, the once-beaten Mustangs tamed theunbeaten Cadets 10-0, in a battle of “fumble-forcing defenses.”

Though the Mustangs lost the ball six times on fumbles to four for the Air Force, they managed to grab an early 3-0 leadand push across an insurance touchdown in the second quarter, all the time keeping the touted Air Force offense pinned up in its own den of errors. SMU capitalized on a blocked quick-kick attempt to put itself on the scoreboard at the seven minute mark. The score came when bare-footed John Richey split the uprights from 26 yards out.

Early in the second quarter, SMU and the Academy exchanged fumbles, with John Hughes recovering the Falcon fumble at the Mustang 32-yard line. From there the Mustangs, making their home debut before 30,000 sun-bathed fans, steered a goalward course that pushed the score up to the final margin at 10-0. The eightplay, 68 yard drive was capped by speedster John Roderick’s two-yard sweep of right end.

The word in the Falcon huddle was never quit. But the hard-charging, fired-up SMU line, determined that the second quarter lapse that had sent them reeling to defeat the week before would not be repeated, didn’t give the Falcons any room to work in. Thus the comedy of fumbles which toppled the Air Force team from the ranks of the unbeaten. Only twice were the Cadets able to threaten a position on the scoreboard, and both times the SMU defense forced threat-killing mistakes. It was as spectator Bob Hope said: “I don’t care if you’ve got Eddie Rickenbacker and Jimmy Dolittle as pilot and co-pilot, your Air Force is in trouble when you can’t get it off the runway.”

While the slanting, gambling Mustang defense was limiting theFalcons to just 149 yards on the ground and another 69 in the air, the Dave Sicks-led Air Force defense was turning in a pretty good day’s work themselves. Dave himself grabbed off a fourth period SMU pass deep in Cadet territory, while he, fellow linebacker Joe Rodwell, guard Wendell Harkleroad, and tackle Jim Sears spent almost the whole day visiting in the Mustang backfield and gobbling up loose balls. The final stats showed the Texas team six yards behind in total offense, and their nation-leading pass offense had netted only 93 yards. but we just couldn’t get off the runway.”

The lopsided victory served to convince sportswriters, for the Falcons were named the nation’s 14thranked football power in the week that followed. The time had come for the Air Force to take the show on the road, to Dallas, the Cotton Bowl, and the SMU Mustangs. But in spite of their two impressive vietories and SMU’s 27-16 season-opening loss to Michigan, the Falcons knew there would be no soft touch in Dallas. In two previous contests between the two clubs, a total of only seven points had been the margin of victory. SMU boasted a strong air arm, something the Cadets’ first two contests hadn’t tested them against. And the Mustangs were loaded with well, Mustang- like speed, in the person of wingback Jimmy Taylor, a 9.7 -100 man, and Bill Gannon, the halfback who had almost turned the tables in the Falcons’ 25-20 victory the year before and had been a standout in the 9-7 SMU triumph in 1961.

NEBRASKA 13

U.S.A.F.A. 17

A packed house of 38,000 football fans saw Air Force End Fritz Greenlee break behind the Nebraska secondary. They saw Terry Isaacson fire the pass. They saw the scoreboard register Fritz’s six points, plus Bart Holaday’s conversion. And they sat in stunned disbelief AIR FORCE 17, NEBRASKA 13.

The story of the Nebraska game traces back beyond the opening kickoff, to the spontaneous pep rally the Wednesday night before the game. On that night the entire wing had paraded, in more a pep-rallyish than military fashion, to the Commandant’s house with a “Take the Wing to Nebraska” plea. In spite of a sincere effort on the part of Academy officials, the Wing, physically, stayed at home. But the “GO” was there, and Nebraska’s “invincibles” fell from the undefeated ranks on General Strong’s front lawn that night. As Coach Ben Martin remarked to the Wing upon the team’s jubilant return, “You might have been shot down, but believe me, you were there.”

It was a spirited Air Force team that took the field against the Huskers that day, before the largest Nebraska crowd since the Texas A&M game eight seasons before. But the Nebraska powerhouse started right out to prove that they were just that, and to smash any Cadet upset dreams. The Huskers moved with the opening kickoff to the Air Force 20 before a penalty and a smashing tackle by Joe Rodwell stalled their momentum. The Air Force held the ball for only four plays before Nebraska took charge, and charged, again. Again the march carried inside the 30, where Parke Hinman’s alert pickoff of a Dennis Claridge pass gave the Cadets possession on their own 8. Terry Isaacson and fullback Larry Tollstam maneuvered the ball out to the 42, where Terry spotted Dick Czarnota over center and fired a 42-yard strike to the tricky halfback. Five plays later Czarnota leaped over the Nebraska line from the one for the game’s first score.

The Air Force kept the home team pinned deep in their own territory for the rest of the half, as Gary Fausti, Tom Gorges, and Moose Morris led a line attack that forced two Nebraska fumbles. At halftime the Cadets left the field riding a surprising 7-0 lead.

The third period was patterned more the way the experts had predicted. Nebraska entered the scoring column when fullback Rudy Johnson caught the Falcons in a defensive shift and sped 76 yards to a touchdown.TheFalcons regained the lead briefly when Holaday’s 27-yard field goal climaxed a long Cadet drive, but Nebraska quickly surged back and into the lead for the first time on a two-yard plunge by fullback Bruce Smith.

The only thing that could save the Air Force now was a Washington re-run, and this seemed to everyone beyond hope. It looked like a “great try but no cigar” effort by the Falcons when they took possession of the ball on their own 20 with only 4:10 still showing on the clock.

Terry first hit Greenlee for 10, then swung a short one to Kenny Jaggers. Halfback John Lorber was the next target, and he snared the vital first down shot at the 45. Terry found Fritz alone on the sideline for 11 more, then drilled another short shot home to the same receiver. It was Greenlee again, all alone on an end zone pattern, and Terry fired a strike. Once again the Falcons were on top.

But the Washington re-run was not yet over, for just as he haddone with an intercepted pass in the last minute of the Husky game, End Johnny Puster drove the final nail in Nebraska’s coffin as he picked off Nebraska’s Larry Tomlinson’s fumble in mid-air. Three plays later, the Falcons had scored the impossible triumph. And in the final verdict, it was not a Washington re-run, but another perhaps the most magnificent Falcon triumph.

The jarring tackle by Steve Ritchie which knocked the ball loose from Larry Tomlinson was a fitting and final reflection of the hard play by the Cadets which toppled Nebraska. For everyone, it was a happy and assuredly well deserved victory. But the Falcons had to turn back to work, for ahead lay Maryland, a team “not nearly as bad as their 0-4 record.” Maryland quar- terback Dick Shiner, who in 1961 had engineered a 21-0 Terp victory over the Falcons, would be back to spearhead one of the top passing attacks in the nation. A glorious victory was forgotten, as the Falcons looked towards College Park.

How Many Do We Need?

Defeat is always a bitter bill, and the fall from such a lofty cloud as the Falcons were riding when they hit Dallas is a long one. But, just as in the weeks following their opening victories, gridiron yesterday had to be forgotten. The team, of course, looked at their mistakes, and learned from them. They had to! And they would have to reenact every minute of perfection, every good play, every ounce of alertness of their first three games if they were to even play in the same game with the schedule’s fourth opponent. Nebraska could only be described as “gargantuan,” “impregnable,” “invincible,” “awesome” at least those were the words the nation’s press used in describing the lOth-ranked Cornhuskers. The Air Force would give away 15 pounds a man to the mighty Nebraska team, and the oddsmakers were giving away that number of points. The words used by the sportswriters seemed accurate. But

The Air Force Academy Falcons hadn’t often visited the Eastern seaboard for football games, but there had been a few trips Penn State, Army, Navy, Miami, and George Washington. The Cadets had never returned to the Rocky Mountains with a win. The 1963 schedule’s fifth game called for another Falcon invasion of the East Coast, this time to College Park, Maryland, and Byrd Stadium, the home of the winless MarylandTerrapins.

The word “winless,” though true, was a very poor descriptive adjective to associate with Maryland. For the Terps were coached by one of the old masters, Tom Nugent, and they boasted a highly potent offense backed by a spirited defense. A far better word than “winless” would have been “as of yet ‘unclicking’.” But the “clicks” were bound to come, and with them the wins.

The Air Force jumped off to an early lead as they mounted a drive late in the first quarter and pushed into paydirt early the next period. Gaining possession on their own 27, the Blue sent Larry Tollstam on a 12-yard quick opener. An inside counter to Dick Czarnota netted 18 more, then Terry Isaacson took to the airlanes and found Jim Greth open at the Maryland 11. Three plays later, Terry pitched a ten-yarder to “Czot” to ring up the score.

A stiff Falcon defense paved the way to the Falcon’s second touchdown strike, as Joe Rodwell and Joe O’Gorman stopped a Maryland fourth-down gamble on the Falcon 42. With only two minutes showing on the clock, the Falcons took to the airlanes. Terry fired a 19-yarder to Jim Greth, and then pitched to O’Gorman for ten more. With time running out, Fritz Greenlee made a spectacular overthe-head grab of Ike’s ten yard touchdown pitch. The Falcons retired to the dressing room with a comfortable 14-0 lead.

Comfortable? not when you’ve got one of the nation’s leading passers quarterbacking against you. Dick Shiner led the Terps back on the field in the second half, steered them to three touchdowns, and brought victory to the Maryland campus. The story of that second half is one of Maryland ball control the Cadets managed only one three-down series and two other plays in the entire third quarter, and were equally limited in the final stanza and Shiner’s passing he connected on 17 of 33 for 218

MARYLAND 21 U.S.A.F.A. 14

yards and a pair of TD’s. And, of course, never to be forgotten is that final play which gave the Marylanders their first win. That final scoring burst was set up by an interception of a Cadet pass as the Falcons took to the air in trying to bail out victory. With only 70 seconds remaining, and 62 yards to the goal line, Shiner passed to Hill for 35 yards. The Terp quarterback then attempted another pass that failed, and then Falcon Tackle Gary Fausti crashed through to throw Shiner for a nine-yard loss. Shiner’s sideline pass failed, and the clock stopped, the ball at the Air Force 36 and only three seconds remaining.

Shiner faded back, and spotted Hill cutting up the middle. He fired. Hill grabbed the ball at the 15, cut back to avoid one Air Force defender, and then fell into the end zone after being hit by Steve Ritchie at the three. The roar of the 32,000 stadium fans drowned out the final gun, but it still went off. And the Falcons retreated to their dressing room on the short end of a 21-14 count. Once again, their return to Colorado from the East Coast was to be an empty one.

Ironically, aerial bombardment had always been one of the most feared enemies of Air Force gridders. The Falcons had too often bowed to defeat against the forces of such airlane masters as George Mira of Miami and Don Trull of Baylor. In their last outing, the Falcons had been tested and defeated by the aerial wizardry of Dick Shiner. The test was not yet over for the Cadets. In the week that followed the bitter lesson at College Park, newspapers rang forth with such lines as “Falcons Just Going From One Air Raid Shelter To Another.” For directly ahead stood another of the nation’s top passing quarterbacks, Boston College’s Jack Concannon. And Mr. Concannon would give next Saturday’s test.

BOSTON COLLEGE 7

U.S.A.F.A. 34

Jack Concannon was a 200 pounder who had clocked under ten seconds in the 100-yard dash and who had hit true on more than 50% of his many passes. He was truly a King among the nation’s collegiate signal callers. But on the Saturday he led his Boston College chargers on an invasion of Falcon Stadium, he was destined to a most UN-royal treatment by the rebounding Air Force gridders. King Concannon spent most of the day eating Falcon Stadium turf as a stingy Falcon defense only gave the Irish one ticket to touchdown territory while the Cadet offense paid the end zone four visits. The final tally AIR FORCE 34, BOSTON COLLEGE 7.

For the Falcons, it was a day of ball control, of a brutal ground attack paced by Fullback Steve Amdor, who was playing his first game on offense for the Air Force, of precise blocking by Halfback John Lorber and Tackles Gil Achter and Gary Fausti, and of stingy and hard-knocking defensive play. And of victory.

The Falcons took the opening kickoff 77 yards in six plays, with Amdor and Soph Halfback Paul Wargo the big guns in the drive. On fourth down and two to go on their own 47, Wargo took a pitchout from Terry Isaacson and turned the corner for 36 yards to the BC 17. From there, Amdor powered up the middle, got a block from Achter, and went in for the score.

The second Falcon scoring drive was ignited when Wargo grabbed a Concannon pass and returned it 24 yards to the Air Force 44. The drive was kept alive when Isaacson and Larry Tollstam coupled on a 16-yard fourth down pass. Terry himself capped the drive as he rolled around right end on a 4-yard TD trip.

After an exchange of punts the only Falcon punt all day the Air Force moved 49 yards in five plays for their third score. The tally came on a spectacular 16-yard run by Wargo, in which he eluded five would-be Boston tacklers.

Taking the second half kickoff, AFA went 80 yards in 11 plays. Again it was Steve Amdor’s show, as he journeyed the final seven yards to paydirt.

End Jim Whalen teamed up with Concannon to put the Irish on the scoreboard late in the third period. The tricky lineman snared a 20-yard touchdown toss, one of the seven passes for 165 yards he caught during the afternoon. But it was just too late for the Eastern visitors.

The Air Force touchdown parade was over, but the scoring was not. In the final period, Bart Holaday twice came off the bench to boot field goals, the first a 37-yard effort and the second a 48-yard shot that bounced off the crossbar and through.

The Air Force offensive effort of 484 yards total fell one yard shy of the Academy record of 485 against Western State in 1956. The hard-driving ball control attack registered 28 first downs as the Falcons ran two plays to every one for Boston College. Ten Falcons hit double figures in yards rushing, with Amdor’s 86 yards in 15 carries particularly pleasing to Coach Ben Martin. It was, allin-all, a sunny day for the Air Force, and a dismal one for kings.

What’d He Say?

With the taste of victory again sweet in their mouths, the Falcons turned to the season’s most important test ARMY. A defeat at the hands of Minnesota was the only blot in Army’s six games so far played, and the West Pointers were looking to the Falcons as victim number six. Just how important this game was to the still-gridiron- infant Falcons was reflected in the Air Force’s first secret practice in their history. Surprises were being cooked up by Ben Martin and his staff but the AFA knew that they’d have to spring a horde of surprises if they were to stop the powerful Black Knights. It was “BEAT ARMY” week at the Air Force Academy Would Saturday be “BEAT ARMY” day?

ARMY 14

U.S.A.F.A. 10

Losing a game as “wanted” as was Army is hard; rebounding from such a loss is even harder. Many thought that Ken Waldrop’s last minute touchdown burst had cost the Falcons not only the Army game but also the rest of their 1963 grid slate. To these observers, the heart had been cut out of the season. But if their heart was missing, it wasn’t noticeable when a determined bunch of Cadet gridders returned to the practice field the next Monday. The expected flatness was smothered by the desire to cap the season with three victories. Fire rolled through the Falcon camp that entire week, as the Cadets determined to prove their observers right in a sense. It would indeed be a “heartless” band of Air Force Academy Falcons that would take the field against the UCLA Bruins the following Saturday.

The Air Force Academy netted a sparkling 431 yards on the ground against Boston College. They turned from that game to clash headon with the nation’s second-ranked ground defense, the Black Knights of Army, who in six previous contests had limited foes to an average of only 70.2 rushing. On the surface, today’s game boiled down to a battle of offense versus defense. But the two teams knew that already-compiled statistics and already run plays were just that. The Army-Air Force game would see something new maybe everything new. It would be a game of two carbon copy teams launching just about every weapon time and imagination would allow. With this promise, more than 80,000 fans joined the Cadet Wing and the Corps of Cadets in Soldiers Field for the opening kickoff.

After both teams had been stopped on their first series of plays, Army’s ground attack began to crunch out yardage. TheWest Pointers moved the ball deep into Air Force territory before Joe Rodwell, Todd Jagerson, and Joe 0‘Gorman crunched back and stalled the drive.

The Falcons first penetrated into Army territory when O’Gorman picked off an Army pass and returned it to mid-field. From there, Terry Isaacson scampered around end for 19 yards. A pass interference penalty against West Point set the ball within range of Bart Holaday’s magic toe, and the big booter answered the call with a 36-yard three-pointer.

The scoreboard was untouched the rest of the half, but only thanks to bruising tackling by the Falcons. On one occasion, Rodwell knifed through Army back Ray Paske on the AFA 12. The ball squirted into the end zone, where Gary Fausti fell on top of it for the touchback. Rodwell and Tackle Gil Achter coupled to stall the next Army series, again in AFA territory, when they flattened Quarterback Carl Stichweh for a big loss on a key play.

The Black Knights snuffed out the Air Force lead late in the third period when Halfback Ken Waldrop squirted through a horde of Falcon tacklers and returned Isaacson’s punt 76 yards to the Air Force 1. Three plays later the same Waldrop found a hole in the spirited defensive line and made the score 6-3. The conversion was good.

The Falcons, their ground attack stilted by the bigger West Point line, looked to the air for a free trip back to the scoreboard. Starting from their own 30, the Blue used an 11-yard pitch to Steve Ritchie and a spectacular 47-yarder to Fritz Greenlee to put themselves inside the Army ten. But yards here grew to miles, and it was four downs later before Terry managed to turn his right end and just sneak into the end zone. With 6:38 to go, the Air Force was again on top.

The newspapers the next day called it “methodical devouring.” Whatever it was, it ate up 65 yards of Soldiers Field gridiron in the next five minutes, and it feasted on a seven point dessert. Army moved. And on a fourth and two situation, with only 1:21 showing, it was again Mr. Waldrop who served that dessert as he bowled over two would-be Air Force tacklers and charged the final 17 yards to the Falcon goal line. “Beat Army” day would have to wait until 1965.

ARMY 0 0 7 7 14

AFA 030 7 10

U.S.A.F.A.

U.C.L.A. 21

UCLA entered Falcon Stadium sporting a 1-6 season record. It looked like easy prey for the 4-3 Falcons. But Coach Ben Martin’s charges had once before in 1963 learned the lesson taught by a good team disguised in a dismal record, and they were not seeking Extra Instruction. The Cadets knew well the potential housed in Coach Bill Barnes’ Bruin lineup, and they knew further that the visitors, with nothing to lose, would throw everything they had into the push to get back on the winning track. So the Falcons were prepared.

The Air Force unloaded a new “shotgun” offense in scoring four of the first six times they had the ball. On their first drive, which ate up 80 yards and more than half of the first quarter, Terry Isaacson limbered up his passing arm with a 19-yard strike to Fritz Greenlee and then picked up another 30 with three keepers. Larry Tollstam put the Academy on the scoreboard as he powered over from three yards out.

After UCLA had knotted the score at 7-7 on a seven yard push after a Falcon fumble, the Academy scored three quick TD’s before halftime. The first came on a 71-yard march, highlighted by the running of Dick Czarnota and Isaacson. Terry swept left end for the final three yards and the lead the Cadets never lost.

Czarnota’s one-yard slant at 3:20 capped a 50yard march which had seen Terry dance around end for 26 yards on one play andSteve Amdor twice ram the middle for ten yards. TheFalcons pushed the margin to 28-7 on the picture play of the game. Little Ken Jaggers took an Isaacson pitchout, swung to his right, and fired a 40 yard pass downfield. And guess who was there?Mr. Nebraska, Fritz Greenlee, gathered the ball in at the 25, spun away from the last tackier at the 13, and sprinted into the end zone for 6 points.

The only AFA third period score came on a 53-yard march that Isaacson and Czarnota clipped off in seven plays. Isaacson, off the shotgun, spun into the score from six yards out, and Bart Holaday tacked on his fourth conversion of the day to give the Falcons a 35-7 third quarter edge.

There were a lot of fireworks from both sides in the final stanza. UCLA broke back into the scoring column as Quarterback Steve Sindell’s screen passes sparked a 93-yard touchdown drive. The Air Force countered with a 52-yard drive of their own, with Paul Wargo finally getting into the act on a 22-yard draw to set up the score. Again it was Terry for the final five yards.

UCLA guard Paul Horgan carried a blocked punt into the end zone for the final Bruin six-pointer. Unfortunately for the West Coasters, there was still time on the clock, and the Falcons were determined not to waste it. With less than a minute to play, Isaacson fired a five-yarder to End Bill Landes to cap the final 49-yard drive.

For UCLA, it was another long and losing day. The 48 Falcon points were the most scored against the Bruins since USC’s 52-0 romp in 1930. And in 1963, not even Pitt, Syracuse, Illinois, Penn State, or Notre Dame had lowered the boom in such a “heartless” manner as did the Falcons.

For his 258-yard total offense performance against UCLA, Air Force quarterback Terry Isaacson was named to the UPI Backfield of the Week. The Lineman of the Week also was a Rocky Mountain area gridder, New Mexico’s Eddie Stokes. And the scrappy Lobo center would meet his All-Star “teammate” the next Saturday, as the Falcons ninth game pitted them against the unpredictable Lobos. At this point in the 1962 season, the Cadets had sported an identical 5-3 record and were fresh from a big win over UCLA when the roof fell in. New Mexico, fresh from a 17-6 upset over powerful Wyoming, was keyed to topple that roof again. But the Air Force, hoping that a year had made a difference in their grid fortunes, aimed at spoiling the Lobo Homecoming.

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Since the two consecutive victories to open the season, the Falcon forces had been alternating wins and losses down through their schedule. If this pat- tern were repeated, New Mexico would be a losing Saturday. Twice these losses had come at the hands of underdog opponents. New Mexico fit that role too. And to top this, New Mexico had scored five consecu- tive Homecoming triumphs. Everything seemed set patternwise for a Lobo triumph.

But the Falcons were inclined to junk patterns when they didn’t favor them. This one obviously didn’t. And, more obviously, it was junked as the Cadets kick- ed up more dust than the swirling 30 mile per hour wind in scoring a convincing 30-8 win.

New Mexico controlled the ball throughout the first 15 minutes of play, but heads-up defense by John Puster, who fell on a Lobo fumble at the AFA i9, and the Air Force secondary kept the scoreboard clean.

The Air Force started to move early in the second period after Terry Isaacson had given the Cadets better field position with a 61-yard punt. Launching a drive on the UNM 42, the Falcons struck paydirt 10 plays later on Terry’s four-yard burst.

New Mexico moved back up field as far as the Falcon 31, where Puster was again instrumental in putting the skids on the fast Lobo attack. The Falcons took over and moved into their second TD drive. It was again Isaacson, as the battling quarterback alone accounted for 64 of the 86 yards the Cadets covered. The big play was a 38-yard romp by Terry on a would- be pass play. The score came on a 3-yard run by Paul Wargo.

The Air Force moved the count up to 21-0 on an 83-yard drive highlighted by an Isaacson-to-Wargo pass good for 47 yards. Dick Czarnota got the six-pointer this time, as he reversed his field and ran by half a dozen reaching Lobos for the TD. Bart Holaday made it 21-0.

Claude Ward put New Mexico on the scoreboard for the first and only time early in the fourth quarter when he picked off an Isaacson pass and returned it for 45 yards for the score. Fullback Bucky Stallings turned right end for the two-point conversion.

A desperate Wolfpack lost a late fourth period gamble at their own 44 to open the door to the Falcons next score. The Cadets moved to the 16, where the Lobo defense stiffened. Holaday then outdueled the whipping wind as he booted a perfect 34 yard field goal.

The final Blue tally came in the closing seconds, as the Falcons had moved 48 yards in less than a minute. Isaacson fittingly closed the day’s scoring as he ran a broken pass pattern for the final 14 yards and the 30-8 Air Force “patternwise" upset.

In disposing of New Mexico, the Falcons sent sportswriters back to their typewriters to revise their early season predictions. The win was Number 6 for the high-flying Blue squad, so those 5-5 forecasts were blown away in Albuquerque’s wind. But the writers weren’t certain just how to revise their forecasts, for ahead lay the sixth playing of an annual game that had only once before seen the pre-game favorite emerge the victor. Only one year before Colorado University, then 1-8, had humiliated the heavily-favored Falcons 34-10. This year those Buffs were only one win better, and the Air Force, with their biggest season since 1958 already assured and a possible bowl bid within reach, would be an even bigger prize than the previous year. In view of this the sportswriters slowed their type- writers and waited. They had once under-estimated the Falcons; however, they knew that to over-estimate them now would not “balance” any scales.

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Fumbleitis again bit the Air Force early in the second half, paving the way to CU’s first score. After Stan Irvine gobbled up the loose ball in the Air Force backfield, Noble Milton got the call and responded with a 30yard touchdown gallop up the middle.

The Buffalo lead was short-lived as Gil Achter, with a fast charge, forced a “minus” three yard punt. The Air Force took over at the CU 32, where, on second down, Czarnota found daylight and scooted 20 yards to the 12. Five plays later, the Falcons conquered CU’s game defense as Terry snuck into the end zone from a yard out.

A sustained 74-yard drive, featuring a mixed running and passing attack, boosted the Herd back into the lead 14-10. Again it was Milton for the score, this time from three yards out.

The Falcons took the ensuing kickoff on their own 20 and from there launched the 16-play, 7-minute drive which would snap the two-year CU jinx. In the drive, Isaacson four times found the range on the crucial third or fourth down plays to keep the Cadets rolling. On third and ten at the Falcon 31, he spotted Greenlee for 14 yards. In the next series, on a third and five at midfield, it was again Isaacson-to-Greenlee for another 16 yards.

Further downfield, the Falcons found themselves faced with a crucial fourth and eight on the Buff 32. This timeJim Greth sprung himself loose to grab an Isaacson pass good for 14 more. Ike then kept for six, setting the AFA up for the big play.

Isaacson slipped to his left, spotted Paul Wargo looseand goalbound, and dropped the ball neatly in the fleet halfback’s arms. It was clear sailing for Wargo, all the way to the touchdown and the 17-14 lead.

Joe Rodwell cinched the victory as he covered a CU fumble deep in Air Force territory inthe final minute of play. Terry ran the clock out, and once again a favorite was in the vie-

There was no doubt that December 7 was D-Day in Falcon Stadium. Determination and Desire ran rampant in the camps of both Colorado and the Air Force as they tuned for the season’s finale. The Boulder Herd entered the game intent on taking up where they had left off a year earlier, while the Cadets were determined to crash the CU party and have one of their own. The history of the bitter rivalry, plus the attitudes dominating both squads, drew 26,016 football fans into the freezing weather to see the game.

TheFalcons missed two big scoring opportunities in the first period when they lost a fumble at the Buff 16 and later had a pass picked off at the 17. A second fumble, just after the teams had exchanged ends of the field, gave CU their first shot at the Air Force goal. However, big Joe Rodwell poured through CU blocking to bat down an attempted field goal from the AFA 17.

Midway through the second period, the Cadets got the ball on their own 14 and started to race the clock to the goal line. Terry Isaacson, working off the shotgun, passed to Fritz Greenlee, then followed up with a strike to Dick Czarnota and another toss to Greenlee. With only seconds showing, Bart Holaday gave the Falcons a 3-0 halftime margin as he split the uprights from 37 yards out.

FENCING

The Falcon fencing team opened the 1964 season January 11 with one of their toughest tests of the year in a triangular meet with Illinois and Wayne State at Champaign-Urbana, Illinois. Going into the match sporting a 38 meet winning streak, longest in the nation and longest of any team in Academy history, the Falcons were upset 15 to 12 by the Big Ten Champions from Illinois. The team managed to salvage something, however and defeated Wayne State 19-8. This win started the team toward another fine season. Team captain Jon Prenez was outstanding in sabre as was Jock Patterson in the epee.

The following week at the Academy, the duelers soundly defeated the Colorado Fencing Club from Denver 21 to 6. The team again was led by captain Jon Prenez, ably assisted in sabre by John Cunningham and in foil by Gene Pottenger. Again at home on the 25th of January the Falcons swept a triangular meet, besting the Wichita Fencing Club 17 to 10 and walloping the University of Colorado 24 to 3. Prenez and Patterson again led the way in their respective weapons with a great deal of help from Rick Lindemann in epee and Chuck Reyerson in sabre.

On February 1 the Cadets met two tough Big Ten teams at the Academy in a triangular meet with Michigan State and Wisconsin. The match with Michigan State was subsequently forfeited to the Academy for State used an ineligible fencer. The Falcons defeated Wisconsin 18 to 9, to gain a sweep.

The next week the team traveled to Bloomington, Indiana, for a big match with Notre Dame and the Hoosiers from Indiana. The Falcons again racked up two big victories, turning back a tough Notre Dame team 16 to 11 and easily handling Indiana 20 to 7. Sophomore Dave Oakes came into his own in this match leading the foilmen to their best day of the season. Lefty Ed Mescho paced the epee men and John Cunningham fared well in the sabre.

Over Washington’s Birthday the team traveled to Lawrence, Kansas, to face the best of the Big Eight in K.U. True to form the Falcons were up to the test winning 22 to 5. The following week brought Iowa City and a triangular meet with Iowa and Ohio State. In closing out the season the Falcons had no trouble winning handily over Ohio State 22 to 5 and besting Iowa 19-8.

The grapplers carried this 0-3 record to Bozeman, Montana, where they split in a triangular meet, losing to Montana State College and beating North Dakota State. This road trip set them up for the three consecutive vietorieswhich followed. A big victory came when the matmen posted a 34-3 defeat on the Denver University Pioneers. Falcon wrestlers Bob Hovde, Thad Wolfe, and Marty Daack all registered pins. In exhibition competition, Terry Isaacson and George Bruns also pinned their opponents. Senior Bob Hovde took particular delight in his pinning of Darell Maness as two years previous, Maness had beaten him 11-1. The cadets registered an easy win over New Mexico University before taking on UCLA in a home contest. The Falcons came from behind to defeat the Uclans 16-14. Sophomore Frank Salat pinned his opponent in the heavyweight match in 55 seconds to pull the meet out of the fire. Junior Joe Smith pinned his man at 147-lbs., and Terry Isaacson had to settle for a decision after missing a first period pin when the clock ran out.

With a 4-4 season going for them, the grapplers took on Colorado University. They suffered a big defeat here by a 26-5 count. The Falcons only win came when Thad Wolfe outpointed his 137-lb. opponent. Terry Isaacson brought the other two points by registering a draw at 167-lbs.

Blizzard conditions made a road trip to Greeley impos- sible, so with this cancellation of the match with Colorado State College, the Falcon grapplers ended the season with a 4-5 record. Terry Isaacson with a college record of 29 wins, 0 losses, and 3 draws, was elected 1964 Wrestling Team Captain by his teammates.

In the Mountain Intercollegiate Wrestling Association tournament, the Academy finished third behind Colorado State College and Western State College. Terry Isaacson took first place honors in the 167-lb. class. Two other Falcons—Mark Mutchler at 157-lbs. and A1 Pfeltz at 177lbs. finished third in the MIWA tournament. Senior George Bruns did not defend his 177-lb. title from 1963. Although denied an All-American title for 1964 because of a sixth place finish, Terry Isaacson remains as the greatest grap- pier in Falcon history.

In a tough wrestling area with schools such as Colorado State College, Western State, and Colorado University, our Academy matmen can be proud of their 1963-64 achievements. Although the grapplers got off to a slow start this season, they came on in fine form to finish the season with a respectable .444 average.

WRESTLING

At the opening of the 1964 season, prospects looked bright for the Falcon matmen under the expert guidance of Coach Karl Kitt, who has been with the Air Force Academy since 1957, and three seniors to spark the six returning lettermen. It was known at this time that theFalcons’ two-time All-American wrestler Terry Isaacson would not be ready to compete in the first few matches due to the late windup of the 1963 football season. However, seniors Thad Wolfe and George Bruns, both with impressive records, were ready and eager to fill any gap that might be left by Terry’s absence.

It is now history that the grapplers got off to a slow start, losing the first three matches to Colorado School of Mines, Wyoming, and Colorado State University, respectively before chalking up their first win. In the opening match, the Orediggers snanned a two-year

jinx when they beat the Falcons 22-8. Highlights in this match came when AFA junior Joe Smith pinned his opponent at 147, and defending MIWA champion George Bruns, eased to a 9-3 win in the 177-lb class. The following week, a tough Wyoming team outclassed the Falcon matmen 18-6. Senior starter at 123, Dan Fink, put on a brilliant performance and all but pinned his opponent. Also, Thad Wolfe registered his first 1964 win in the 137-lb match. Joe Smith was edged out 13-10 in an unpopular decision with the partisan crowd. All-American Terry Isaacson got into the show against Colorado University and easily outclassed his opponent 10-0, but he could not provide enough impetus as the cadets were edged 15-9. Seniors Thad Wolfe and George Bruns also posted victories.

BASKETBALL

BASEBALL

SOCCER

The 1964 Tennis Team, coached by Major Larry Owens and captained by Rob Tornow and Bruce Smith, opened the season in the typically beautiful USAFA spring weather of 28 degrees and snow. After getting the snow off the courts, beating Parsons College 6-1 was no problem.

Moving out under the sunny skies of Southern California, the team took on two fine schools and came away with a split - winning over California Riverside 6-3 and dropping a heartbreaker to California Western University at San Diego 5-4. In the second match, fine wins were posted by Stan Jordan at 1st Singles and Tornow and Smith at 2nd Doubles. Part of the team also managed to soak up a little local color as a small detachment led by Cool Ron Baker and Danny Radke made the scene at Tijuana that night.

The next weekend proved a profitable one for the

Falcons as they overpowered Fort Hays Kansas 9-0, Colorado State College 8-1, and won a surprisingly easy victory over Colorado State University 6-1, the last match being played in winds gusting up to 40 MPH.

Once again the Falcons decided that, even if it was “a privilege to live in Colorado,” it wasn’t a privilege to play here, so they packed their bags and left for Kansas, stopping by Regis College on the way to Lowry to pick up a 9-0 win.

Kansas greeted the team with perfect weather the day of the match, to which they responded with fine playing in downing Kansas State 7-0. The tough play in this match was exemplified by the 2nd Doubles team of Tornow and Smith which pulled out a win after being down 5-3 in the third set and extended its unbeaten string to eight.

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Traveling to Nebraska the next weekend, the netmen pulled their own version of the now famous football game there. The 3rd Doubles team of Radke and Snapp waited until the match was tied 4-4 before winning their match for a close 5-4 decision.

Sporting a fancy 8-1 mark at this point, the team opened a tough series in which they played 5 matches in only 6 days. After beating arch-rival Colorado College 5-1, the Falcons faced an outstanding University of New Mexico team. Although the team was overpowered by a 6 V2 - 2 V2 score, a couple of bright spots were provided by the fine wins of Jim Mynar at 2nd Singles and Mynar and Jordan at 1st Doubles.

The Falcons bouncedback from this loss to repeat wins over CSU 5-2, and CC 7-2, and took an easy 7-0 conquest of St. Michaels College. The matches were highlighted by the outstanding play of Jim Mynar, who extended his winning streak to eleven and moved into the 1st Singles position.

The next weekend found the cadets losing their second one point match of the season to a perennially tough Colorado University team. They ended the season on a happy note, however, with a 6-1 victory over the New Mexico Highlands. This raisedthe team’s record to an outstanding 13-3 mark, which stands as the best tennis record in the Academy’s young history; and a tribute to the excellent coaching of Maj. Owens, the fine support of the officer representative, Lt. Col. Baker, and the teams winning drive.

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SKIING

SKI TEAM

GYMNASTICS

A satisfying victory over Colorado University in the finale of the 1963-64 gymnastics season brought an end to the career of one of the most successful coaches ever to head a Falcon team. In four years as head coach, Capt. Jim Tanaka guided his squads to a 28-10 record in dual competition, produced a string of fine All-Americans, and pushed the Academy into the role of one of the outstanding gymnastics powers in the Rocky Mountain area. Capt. Tanaka’s departure will leave a void which will be hard to fill in the Academy’s sports scene. We can only say “Thank You” to a great coach, officer, and gentleman.

The 1963-64 season was pleasing in many other ways, for in addition to posting a fine 9-3 in tough dual competition the Falcons got outstanding individual performances at every turn. Team Captain Tom Jobin led a group of graduating seniors to their best year on record, including an upset win over Arizona and the hard fought win over CU. In addition to Jobin’s great work on the high bar, the parallel bars, and the long horse, the Falcons got tremendous work from Bill Flood in almost every event, from Gerry King on the side horse, and from Bruce Fister on the side horse and in free exercise. Pat Hardee on the high bar and trampoline, Frank Packer on the tramp, Roger Dunn in several events, and Jerry Daley round out the seniors who were instrumental in gaining those nine victories. Bill Cole led the second classmen with several outstanding performances on the rings.

Probably the most rewarding performances of the year came from two third classmen, Doug Reynolds and Terry Higgens. Doug took second in the Nationals in tumbling to gain an All-American slot, while Terry gave several all around performances, including a ninth place in the Nationals, on the high bar.

The Westerns were a good example of the all around ability of this fine team, for seven Falcons placed in an extremely strong field of competition. Doug Reynolds took a second in tumbling, Terry Higgens got a fourth on the high bar and placed on the parallel bars, Gerry King took a fifth on the side horse, and Bill Flood nailed down fifth on the long horse. Tim Cole, Frank Vrettos, and Pat Hardee also placed. This, in itself, is a tribute to a fine team and a great coach.

Late in the 1961 season, Coach Arne Arnesen bleakly spoke of the next three years as the twilight of his career as a track coach. Truly the Class of 1964 appeared to offer little to the varsity squad when they became “upperclassmen/’

Contrary to his predictions, ’64 contributed greatly to a good track squad during the ’62 and ’63 season, and led the team to an undreamed-of bushel of honors during the ’64 season. Truly 1964 proved a great year for the USAFA track team. Topnotch track teams such as CSU, Miami, Kansas State, Iowa State, and others fell to the high-flying Falcons in dual meets. Old records fell and new ones were set in a host of invitational meets with the best in the nation.

The Falcon Track Team, led by Captain Bill Jones, and seniors Greg Miheve, Joe Griffith, Greg Hildebrandt, Roger Dunn, Jim Erickson, Denny Sultany, and Manager Howie Cohen has placed the name of USAFA high on the list of well-known track clubs over the nation. Certainly much must be contributed to our easy-going, dryly joking, and ever-imbibing Coach Arne, who could get that last ounce of effort from us regardless of the odds.

Outstanding performance tips-of-the-hat must go to Jim Erickson’s 15’ 3” pole vault, Jim Murphy’s host of “sprint” two miles, Ken Clark’s 53’ 11” shot put, Bob Lambert’s 6’ 8” plus high jumps, the hurdle-relay team, and a number of others who turned out notable performances, too numerous to be listed herein.

To quote the coach, other universities who used us for patsies to pad their record during our beginning years,” portrays the traditional idea of the USAFA team in the eyes of other schools. No longer is this true. The USAFA track team is now a mature and outstanding team and will carry the name of the Air Force Academy proudly and nobly throughout the years to come.

Underclassmen, ’64 leaves it to vou.

AND ALL THE GANG. Dunn ACAflEMV

SWIMMING

PISTOL TEAM

The 1963-4 pistol season was the best in the Academy’s history. It was highlighted by a vietory over West Point and five All-Americans. The first team All-Americans were Cadets Les Baer, Byron Hooten, and Mike Whitehorn. Cadets Jack Hudson and Mike Robbins made the second team. The Falcons were first in the NRA pistol match and Byron Hooten was first in the individual with a 288. The only loss of the season was in a pistol match with Arlington State College of Texas.

The Falcons also participated in the All-Service Matches at Lackland AFB. They sent only one team and came back with the .22 team trophy.

The team will lose the services of Les Baer, Byron Hooten, John Osborn, Jack Hudson, Mike Robbins, Bill Boggs, and Ron Bunch for the 1964-5 season. Sgt. McFarland will have to count on Fred Cox, Mike Whitehorn, Tim Anderson, and Randy Jayne as well as the new thirdclassmen to keep pace with the past three years.

RIFLE

GOLF TEAM

In season play only a streak of bad putting kept the Falcons from posting an even better record. The annual spring training trip to Arizona was a nightmare of wind, sand traps, snakes, and Nogales, but somehow all survived. Following this, the team returned to beautiful Colorado and a snow-blown victory over CSU in the season opener. A trip to California the next week brought four more victories.

The victory skein rose to seven before the team dropped a toughie to Colorado University in the snow at Cherry Hills on the 12th of April. This defeat was avenged three weeks later at the Eisenhower Course as team put forth a fine group effort. In between the Falcons gained a split with Eastern New Mexico, one of the nation’s toughest teams. The rollicking linksmen also ventured to Dallas where they dropped a decision to a tough TCU team. However, they again gained vengence by soundly dumping a TCU girls’ team the following evening, much to the regret of the lifeguard and management at the Holiday Inn. Following this, another

run of bad putting hit the team and led a poor finish in the Pike’s Peak Invitational. However, a sweep in a quadrangular match the following week gave the team its 17-5 record.

Leaving with Maj. Allen will be seniors Jim MeIntyre (team captain) Terry Isaacson, Mitch Cobeaga, Gary Olin, and Tom Mummert. Juniors Jim Wilson, A1 Lucki, and Jim Newendorp lead those who will return next year. But it is with Soph Jamie Gough that the Falcon’s main hopes lie. This year he quickly established himself as the team’s first man, and then went on to lead the team in almost every match. His brightest day was an upset win over EWM’s Steve Spray, one of the nation’s finest amateurs. Ramsey Vincent, Bob Jahnke, and Dick McCann will be other Sophs to watch.

But all of this couldn’t have come about without the aid of Colonel William T. Woodyard, the Officer Representative, and Assistant Coach Jim Halvorsen. Teamed with Major Allen, they made the ’64 Falcons a great golf team.

“I win, you lose!” With this cry stinging the ears of their opponent, the 1964 Falcon golf team swept to 17 victories in 22 matches, tying the record for total victories in a season. And with this fine performance, another great figure on the Academy sport’s scene bows out as Maj. Ron Allen departs for another assignment. In his four years as golf Coach, Maj. Ronnie’s teams posted an overall 50-11 won-lost record for a fantastic

.820 percentage, a record that may never be surpassed. In addition, Maj. Allen never missed a putt under 15 feet, a call in liar’s dice, or the opportunity to squeeze out the best possible deal for his team. His fine work in both NCAA dealings and the Pike’s Peak Invitational Tournament have made the Academy the outstanding golf university in the area. A big thanks from his team and the Wing to Major Ron Allen.

CROSS-COUNTRY

CROSS-COUNTRY

Paced by the flying feet ofThirdclassman Jim Murphy, Coach Arne Arnesen’s Varsity Cross-Country Team highballed its way to a 6-1-1 record this season in competition against the tough and the sneaky. The thinclads, appropriately tagged “Murphy’s Machines,” raised dust (seen mostly by spectators and their opponents) on over thirty miles of dual meet competition courses, with each runner showing strong individual improvement over his previous season’s times.

The wiry Sophomore, Murphy, who will probably be the first Cadet to set a new time for the USAFA-Denver run on foot, glided away with top honors in all dual meet competition and set several new records in the process. Against Oklahoma State University in the Falcon’s only setback of the year, Mighty Murph glided over the three-mile course in 14:47.1 to establish a new meet and Academy record. And again in a four-miler that saw the Academy put down the University of New Mexico and DU, he paced off an Academy course record of 20:52. In the US Federation CrossCountry Championship 10,000 Meter Race at Chicago on Thanksgiving, he shouldered his way through the pack for a time of 32:18 to finish 17th overall and10th among the other collegiate runners there. It is justly felt that Jim would have garnered All-American honors at the NCAA CrossCountry Championships this year had not the tragic death of President Kennedy halted AFA participation in the event.

But, no matter how sterling his record, one man is not a team, and it is to the Academy’s good credit that the speedy sophomore was backed up all the way by a bevy of top performers. Heel-nippers Kirk Hall, Jesse Overall, Dave Brown, Ron Sammons, Bob Foley, Lew Moore, and Henry Armstrong all made their contribution to the willing season. Foley and Overall were consistently strong finishers and undoubtedly pushed Murphy, the only underclass Team Captain this year, on to his low times.

The most notable contests of the year saw the Falcons nearly upset Western Michigan, national cross-country team champions, in the first try of the year. WMU battled back fiercely for a 28-28 tie as the only salve to its prestige. Coach Arnesen considers the AFA 26-29 victory over UCLA the team’s greatest accomplishment of the year. It was done without the services of number-two runner Jesse Overall, who was out nursing a pulled Archilles tendon, and footmen John Blackmar and Mike Johnsen. The most pleasant victory, perhaps, was caged 27-28 at the expense of the University of New Mexico. To a band of strong-yet-clean competitors, gloating is an unnatural practice; yet it would be hard for theFalcon Good Guys not to take extra pleasure in putting down a team whose shenannigans before and during the race made a travesty of normal collegiate competition.

LECTURES AND DRILL

Fifteenth Squadron maintained their undefeated football record to win the Intramural Championship. The game against the League One champs, Eighth Squadron, ended in a 6-6 tie, but the decision was given to15th on the basis of the deepest penetration into their opponent’s territory.

Twenty-second squadron managed to defeat Fifteenth squadron by a score of 3-1 to gain the Wing Championship. Both teams had gained the finals by their superior hustle throughout the season but the superior attack and defense of the 22nd allowed them to control the ball for the entire game.

Outstanding ball handling was the bulwark of the 22nd team, exemplified by the two “quick stick” goals by Jim Spangler and the goal by Dave Lacroix. Other outstanding players were Jim Stewart on defense and Bill Sakahara on attack as 22nd swept to an undefeated season.

Speedster Don Walker, playing with an injured shoulder, set up 15th’s touchdown with a 40 yard run. Tom Herbst plunged over the goal line for the score. After the game, Coach John Boles praised the entire team for a well coordinated effort.

Eighth Squadron, coached by Tom Koss, scored their lone TD when Norb Ostrozny threw a long one to “Woody” Woodell to set up a goal line plunge by Jim Brannwart one play later.

BOXING CHAMPIONSHIP

The Wing intramural boxing championship for the 1963-64 season saw Tenth Squadron, coached by A. Capuccio, go against the defending champion, the Fourteenth Squadron, coached by A. Iudicello. With very high motivation, aggressiveness, and a strong desire to upset last year’s crown holders, Tenth Squadron produced a close but a winning 3 V2 to 2Vi effort. Tenth Squadron went undefeated (6-0) in their league II competition to give them their berth in the finals. Fourteenth Squadron, also with a 6-0 record, had to meet a strong Thirteenth Squadron boxing (6-0) in a playoff for the league I berth in the finals.

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The individual contests went as follows:

135 —Don Giglio (14) drew B. Beller (10) in a very hard-fought bout.

145 r. Willet (10) won a decisive over Mark Simmons (14).

155 v. Bristol (10) won a decisive over Bob Stroud (14).

165 Doyle Dudley (14) won a decisive over T. McConnell (10).

175 Jim Ingram (3-time Wing champ) won a decisive over F. Guerrina.

Hywt J. Barhaugh won a decisive over Tim Brown.

SOCCER

League Two Soccer Champs for fall 1963 were the Twentieth Squadron Trolls. Their season record was 5-1. The team was lead to victory by a quick, agile front line and a solid defense. No newcomers to the Wing Championship Soccer games, Twentieth was anxious to repeat their fall 1962 performance. The Dean with his GR’s and papers, and an excellent Eighth Squadron team were to rule otherwise.

Twentieth plans to make a habit of fielding Championship teams. Many of this year’s experienced players will be returning in 1964.

WATER POLO

Two of the finest intramural water polo teams in Academy history clashed in this Wing Championship game the 13th Squadron and the Watusi’sof the 24th squadron. The game was marked by its bruising, “heads-up” team play combined with outstanding individual performances. Both teams had previously been undefeated in league play, and the final score reflects how well they were matched 11-10, with the mighty juggernaut from Watusiland coming from behind in the waning moments to victory.

Among the outstanding performers for the 13th Squadron were Bob Sansom, Bill Dickie, and Dale Elliott. The laudable standouts for the victorious 24th were Nick Kehoe, Joe Henderson, Ray Longo, Pete Waller, and Coach Jim Hermanson.

Much of the credit for the win must go to goalie Nick Kehoe with his incredible saves and to “pool general” Jim Hermanson whose coaching brought the 24th their first league and Wing Championship.

Great effort 13th! and congratulations Champs of 24 ! !

HANDBALL

The Wing championship handball match paired the League One chainpions, 18th Squadron, with an 11-1 record, against the League Two champions, 21st Squadron with a 12-0 record.

Cadets Brown, Mynar, Steed, O’Connor, Cryer, Berberek, and Halliday played for 18th Squadron while Cadets Larry Besch, Earl Monroe, Rick Zurbrugg, Rocko Aicale, Lee Gourley, Gene Puhl, and Lance Sijan represented the 21st Squadron.

The match was finally won by the 18th Squadron, 5-2. This was achieved by winning all three singles for three points and first doubles for the deciding two points.

The biggest wrestling match of the intramural season ended a very lopsided 16-5, with 17th squadron taking 23rd for the Wing Championships.

Perhaps the most surprising upset was that of Norm Baker by Jim Nelson in the 140 lb. weight class. As usual, Baker’s legs played a strong role in his attack and while they were punishing, they were not enough to bring him the win. He lost by a decision; Baker’s record was 4-0 and Nelson’s was 5-1.

Although equally matched in strength and speed, Dave Colwell of 23rd was decisioned by Marion Pumfrey of 17th in the 150 lb. weight class. Pumfrey had the skill and stamina and outwrestled Colwell in the last three minutes of Mmffhh!

the match. Pumfrey entered the match with a 3-0 record, Colwell with a 1-2 record.

Joe Jarvis (6-0) of 17th beat Tony Lolas (3-2) of 23rd in a tough, see-sawing match. Nearthe end of the 1st period, Lolas made one mistake that almost cost him the match right then as Jarvis capitalized and slipped into a strong pinning combination. Lolas never recovered fully from the loss in the first period and Jarvis pinned him in the 3rd period.

John Mac Brum (6-0) pinned an aggressive Bob McCracken (5-1) in the first period to squelch 23rd’s hopes for the championship.

With the score 16-0 at the end of four matches, 17th forfeited the heavyweight division to Richard Brzenk to make the final score 16-5.

Both teams came into the match with 6-0 records and both expected to win. 17th was the decisive victor, dominating in both stamina and skill to become the Wing wrestling champs for the ’64 season.

FIELD HOCKEY

In the fourth year of field hockey fifth squadron played first for the wing championship. Fifth won the game with two short cover penalty shots, a very rare occurrence.

In the first half fifth got the only goal but first came back and controlled the second half, scoring one goal. With the score tied 1-1, the game went into overtime. First controlled the ball all the overtime, but fifth kept them from scoring. The second overtime was sudden death. Fifth won the game with a score by Chuck Redman.

A craze that has struck the U.S. has recently come to the Academy in the form of Free-flight parachuting or Sky-diving.

On weekends in Boulder, Cadets can be seen packing chutes and climbing aboard their Cessna172’s. Upon reaching altitude they prepare for bailout. Then, floating and drifting to earth free as the breeze they stretch out and enjoy the sights during descent.

Most recently the sky-diving club has entered precision diving competition. Then skill and enthusiasm will undoubtedly lead to many medals and trophies in future years.

SKY DIVING

The Aviation Club is now really getting its gear off the ground. New interest by many cadets helped spur the club to greater heights. Captain Ayers, the Officer in charge, plans to keep the Cadets in the air as many weekends as possible. While at the Academy, Cadets may obtain a private, commercial, or instructor’s license.

With the acquisition of new aircraft, many a Cadet will spend his time split-S’ing, looping, or barrel-rolling over USAFA.

Social functions at the Academy are usually planned, arranged, and organized by the Wing Dance Committee. A most welcome break during the semester are the Dean’s, Superintendent’s and Commandant’s Balls.

The highlight of the year for juniors is the traditional Ring Dance. At this time new seniors are born and engagements announced.

For Seniors the highlight of the four year “tour” at USAFA is the Graduation Ball. Tears of joy can be seen in the eyes of Cadets, fiancees, and good ole’ Moms.

The Dance Committee’s work insures good times for all at dances ranging from sock hops after basketball games to the Graduation Ball.

DANCE COMMITTEE

"Are you really an Admiral?

One of the greatest joys is giving to others less fortunate than ourself. This is evidenced by the huge number of Cadets who participate in Operation Easter at the Academy. Each Easter Sunday children from orphanages and schools for handicapped visit USAFA for a day of entertain- ment, egg hunting, picnicking and merriment.

Cadets forget the rigors of Academy life and show these children their tender side. Children, Cadets and Cadets’ girls, all participate to bring as much joy as possible to those less fortunate.

To date nobody has asked who receives the greatest benefit. The children are sad to depart at day’s end but the Cadets may be just as sorrow- ful to see the bright faces turn to leave.

CHESS

Chess has attracted more and more cadets in the past three years. It may be the fascination of the strategy in the game or the intense competition, but whatever the reason the chess club membership is on the rise.

In competition the club has more than held its own against other schools. One can never be sure but chances are that future military geniuses are preparing themselves in the chess club today.

If heis not in the bridge club at USAFA, a Cadet may feel he is missing a great part of Cadet life. During free afternoons and evenings the familiar cry may be heard reverberating through the dorm, “Anybody want to be a fourth for bridge?” The response usually comes in the

way of a stampede down the hall.

Leading players participate in C-Springs, Denver, and other Area competition.

Many a Cadet enters USAFA knowing only blackjack or nickelante poker but a vast number leave knowing they should have had that slam!

WATER POLO

The Waterpolo team enjoys the opportunity to combine swimming practice with lots of water fun. From the splashes and yells coming from the pools it is evident that good clean fun is being had by all.

In future years the team will challenge area teams and entertain all challengers from the Rocky Mountain Region. The pools will be the scene of much action whenever the aquamen take to the water.

CHEER

USAFA Post Game

For the first time in quite a while, all eight cheerleaders were elected by popular vote by themembers of the Cadet Wing. In addition, for the first time there is a noticeable absence of gymnasts from the group. Instead, three tumblers from the gymnastics team, including one All-American, have been integrated into the group to add professional highlight to the usual chores of leading 2700

rabid, screaming Cadets in boosting individual athletic squads to the ultimate victory. Under the supervision of Capt. Milian and Head Cheerleader Flash Wylie, the fantastic Spirit of the Cadet Wing has been displayed once again in a most convincing manner. The Wing is solidly behind its team and cheerleaders but once again the cry goes up “CU has girls why can’t we???”

LEADERS

FALCONERS

Speed, daring, grace, and alertness all are qualities of the Falcon, the official Academy mascot. Selected by the class of 1959, theFalcon has become a living, soaring symbol of the Wing. Mach I’s exploits are known all through the region and in each stadium vis

ited by the Wing during football games. Theseshows at half-time leave spectators in awe as Mach I dives from altitude to grab his lure.

Cadets handle all aspects of Falconing from capturing, to raising, to flying the Master of the skies.

The animal instinct of Cadets that doesn’t come out on the Intramurder fields shows itself quite clearly during the Wing-Open Boxing Tournament.

Each year Cadets fromall four classes compete for individual honors in six weight classes. The cries for blood can be heard over the grunts and groans coming from the ring. When the rugged matches are over, the bruises healed, and the cuts closed, the champion knows he’s fought hard for his crown.

GUNCLUB

With Colorado being such a haven for hunters it is no surprise to see so many Daniel Boones among the Wing. The Gun room is usually crowded with weapons ranging from ,22’s to .45’s to an occasional howitzer or two. Such big game as snakes, sheep, elk, and deer are hunted by Cadets. Many timesthe Gun Club is forced into action at most unforeseen times. Once a Cadet shot a snake as it lazily writhed along the pistol range road.

The Gun Club is expanding this year as the membership grows. Skeet shooting has become an added incentive for all Cadets to join the Club.

M 0 U N T A I N C L I M B I N G

Just as Everest was challenged “because it was there” so the Cadets in the Mountaineering Club conquer peaks in the Rampart Range. Some climb for fun, and still others just to say they’ve conquered the peak. A new fad that has hit the club is spelunking, or Cave Exploring. Along with this the Cadets climb rocky crevices and huge, bold-faced peaks.

When radio controlled models start climbing to challenge T-birds then someone can be sure the Model Engineering Club is in full swing. On bookshelves of Cadets, models of all sorts are found. From Fokker Tri-Motors, to F-84’s, to Sherman Tanks.

The club room is equipped with all the necessary hardware for building, painting and wrecking models. A full train layout now adorns the center of the club room.

MODEL ENGINEERING

"It’ll take them years to find this short.”

RADIO CLUB

Hams are aplenty within the Wing but the best are found in 2 C 15, the Radio Room. Calling such far off places as Possum Trot, Mississippi or Bent Fork, Tennessee the Cadets thoroughly enjoy receiving cards from those other hams who picked up our signal.

The club is always willing to help the interested Cadet learn radio operations and prepare him for a future that is rewarding as it is enjoyable.

JUDO CLUB

“Don’t forget to slap,” is the slogan of the Judo Club. In four years the club has become among the finest in the country. Captain Tanaka has given Cadets much of his time and energy and the Cadets seem to absorb all he can give. This is evidenced by their string of two unbeaten years under his leadership.

Japan beware! The Cadets are traveling far and wide to help make known the prowess of the Cadet Judo Club.

WEIGHTLIFTING

The grunts and groans emanating from the weightlifting room turn to awards and trophies come competition day.

Cadet Kuschling won state honors in the heavyweight division through his fine showing in Denver contests.

Many of the Cadets may not belong to the club but are usually found in the lifting room conditioning themselves for various athletic contests.

In the coming years it looks like Cadets will continue to progress in competition throughout theArea.

New interest by upperclassmen has caused the Bowling Club to swell in size. Presently eight teams will bowl weekly in hopes of winning team and individual trophies. Under the leadership of Cadet Kephart, the team hopes to develop enough 300 bowlers to participate against other schools in the region. Friday evenings find the future Don Carters at the Arnold Hall lanes listening to the sweet sound of crashing pins.

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PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB

The amateur photographer in the Cadet Wing shortly becomes a professional after joining the Photography Club. The facilities are among the best anywhere, with an elaborate darkroom and assorted equipment. Most Cadets take scores of pictures on field trips or at athletic events. A great thrill is having your own picture appear before your own eyes as the mysteries of photography unfold in the darkroom.

SKI CLUB

The SkiClub is the most popular club of all at the Academy. Membership each year exceeds that of most other clubs combined. Weekly trips on Sundays take Cadets to Loveland, Breckenridge, Arapahoe and Monarch Ski Areas. The “Super Skiers” are numerous but the novice who thinks himself a Super Skier outnumber the pros far and away.

It is obvious when Cadets arrive at the slopes. All civilians suddenly groan, the lifts empty, and the experts run for the highest peaks. It will be a strange day of skiing when at least one Cadet doesn’t return to USAFA with either a splintered ski or a splintered knee.

AIR FORCE ACADEMY ASSEMBLY

WHY NOT?

JUNE WEEK 1964

THERE WERE MANY AWARDS

Cadet Robert L. Sansom received the Lt. Gens. Millard F. and Hubert Harmon award for being the Outstanding Cadet in General Order of Merit. The award is being presented by Maj. Gen. C. W. Lawrence, USAF (Retired).

Cadet Robert L. Sansom adds his name to the 100 Year Honor Roll in Harmon Hall for being the top man in the graduating class. The Honor Roll was presented to the academy by the Kelly Field Bank of Texas.

Cadet Terry Isaacson receives the Falcon Quarterback Club of Denver award. This award is presented each year to the football player selected “most valuable” by his teammates.

The Gillen-Slezak memorial trophy is presented yearly to the squadron that excels in intercollegiate athletics during the entire academic year. Maj. Ronald Allen, Miss Debbie Gillen, and Mrs. Fred Gillen present the trophy to 21st Squadron cadets Lawrence L. Cole and Alva Bart Holiday.

A BIT OF FOG

FORMALS...

Some of the more colorful of the many events of June Week are the formal balls. Although the week is filled with formal balls for all classes, the most important is the Graduation Ball. The Superintendent, Maj. Gen. Robert H. Warren, and Mrs. Warren receive the Class of 64 at the Graduation Ball.

Guestsand visitors came from all over the country to enjoy the festivities of June Week. Many of these are the prettiest girls in the country, the cadets’ girl friends. Every cadet is busy showing off his girl at all the formals.

BIG RINGS

One of the social highlights of June Week is the Ring Dance for the members of the second class. The Ring Dance marks the end of the first three years at the Academy and the beginning of the fourth and final year. The ring symbolizes the acceptance of new responsibilities as the new first class. For some it means even more responsibility. Many become engaged when they present their girl friends with miniatures of their class rings. The engagement is then sealed with a kiss in the center of the ring.

And Lots of New Lieutenants

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NORTH AMERICAN IS ALSO: Builder of the X-15 research aircraft (Los Angeles Division). Producer of booster engines for America s satellites and space shots (Rocketdyne) guidance systems for Polaris submarines (Autonetics). Maker of the Mach 2 Vigilante naval aircraft (Columbus Division). Developer of compact nuclear reactors for auxiliary power in space (Atomics International). Now at work on Apollo spacecraft and second stage of Saturn moon rocket (Space & Information Systems Division), all Advanced Saturn propulsion engines (Rocketdyne). Building new. capabilities for more and greater command performances in the future.

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That’s what they asked the Wright Brothers, too. Only in those days they said, “If man were, meant to fly, God would have given him wings.” It amounts to the same thing. No one guessed that the airplane would contribute a lot more to our lives than just faster transportation. That it would spur developments in every field ofscience. Many things we take for granted grew out of the needs ofmodern flight. Things like aluminum for bridges, cars and wrapping foil. Better and smaller radios and TV sets. Energy cells. A lot of the scientific know-how which made this nation strong would have been a long time coming, if it hadn’t been for the airplane. At the same time, our understanding of man’s physical capabilities has increased, too— with a corresponding growth in our understanding of the human mechanism. So getting to the moon is

more than a matter of national pride. It’s a question of maintaining our world leadership by staying ahead in technology. Our efforts to land a man on the moon will result in new discoveries. Just as the airplane hatched better ways to do things. Scientists call it technological fallout. That’s good fallout. The kind of fallout that will provide new industries, new jobs and new ways to make the earth a better place to live. Grumman is designing and building the Lunar Excursion Module. We’re proud to do our part in helping to land U.S. astronauts on the moon. When they do land, it will be proof of this nation’s continuing leadership in science and technology. And these developments will be available to assist our defense capability. Remember that, the next time somebody asks if the trip is necessary.

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This year marks the tenth anniversary of the missile and space program of the U.S. Air Force. It has been a decade of truly remarkable military gains and civilian benefits.

An example is the Air Force/Douglas THOR program. THORs took their place in the defensive arsenal in record time. Then they switched to space work, and proceeded to launch more satellites toward successful orbit than all other boosters combined.

THOR has participated as the first stage booster in vital Air Force space research programs and in orbital successes for the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. Among its successes with wide civilian importance are the Tiros weather satellites and the Relay, Echo, Telstar and Syncom communications satellites. Recently, the Air Force/Douglas team developed an improved version of THOR, almost doubling its thrust at minimum cost.

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MINUTEMAN is the U.S. Air Force’s solid-fuel ICBM. Compact, quick-firing Minuteman missiles are stored in blastresistant underground silos ready for launching. Boeing is weapon system integrator, responsible for missile assembly, test, launch control, ground support, and weapon system assembly at launch sites.

SPACE RESEARCH at Boeing covers wide spectrum of activities, from simulated space docking, space medicine and life support systems to orbiting vehicles. Picture above shows new simulator for Boeing laboratories. It will simulate lunar landings and takeoffs, re-entries, and orbital rendezvous and inspection.

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ADVANCED SATURN, shown in artist’s concept, will be free world’s largest rocket, standing some 350 feet high. Saturn will power orbital and deep space flights. Boeing holds NASA contract to develop, build and support the testing of the S-1C first-stage booster, developing thrust equal to about 160 million horsepower.

Have you noticed that all the new 72Ts are fan-jets?

The American Airlines fan-jet story

We’ve felt very fatherly toward the fan-jet ever since 1961, when we first introduced this engine in the Astrojet.

On the other hand, how can we be overjoyed to see a one-time American Airlines exelusive catch on this way with our competitors?

We did know it would happen.

30% more power is 30% more power.

And in American’s new 727’s, this means you could even take off on just two of the plane’s three engines. And then fly on just one, and land on just one.

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Of course, this may make you wonder why fan-jet engines haven’t been put on every jet in the business.

The answer is cost. To change one plane over to fan-jets is a major investment. This is why most jets still use ordinary engines today.

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For 1965, the big luxurious Chevrolet could almost get by on looks alone.

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To the Graduates, Class of ’64,

Gentlemen9 We Salute You!

It has been a signal honor to work with those USAFA men responsible for the planning and preparation of the 1964 “Polaris.” In meeting the high standards befitting officers of the United States Air Force, we have spared no effort for making your student yearbook an outstanding volume in every particular. Our sincere best wishes for your continued success.

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