Reve Robert H. Hunt, pastor of the First Methodist Church at Salina,
who was pastor of our Methodist Church here in Lawrence, writes: "Last night Rev.
and Mrse Ed Price spent an hour with us and in the conversation Ed said that
it had been reported T. P. Hunter had been killed. If this is true I would
like to have the name and address of his mother so I might write to her. I
was very much impressed with T. P. when he was in school. He was a fine
charactere « « « Best wishes to Quigley. I have met him numbers of times but
he wil] not remember me. I used to watch him umpire in the National League
more than 30 years agoe"

Capt. We He "Bill" Ramey (APO 115, c/o P.M., New York), writes: "Like
many of the boys whose letters I read in the Rebounds, 1 haven't come across
any KeU.e men. Wrote Paul Harrington one day months ago but haven't heard
anything from him. In the 26 July 1944 issue Lt. John Pfitsch said he met a
Rameye I wish I could say that It was the same one who is writing to you but
I can't lay such claims, unfortunately... ."

We too hope, Bill, that it will not be long until ell of you old-timers
are back with use

To Leroy W. Archer, Coxswarin, USS Trion, c/o Fleet P.0., San Francisco -
Dear Jimmy: I want to confess to you that when you wrote your letter on Oct.
19, 1943, I made a pledge that I would write you right away. I put the same
in my pocket and thought I would write the letter from the office. For some
reason I changed coats and did not wear the tan coat that I put the letter in
much more because it was a sport coat. This fall when I put the same tan coat
on I discevered your letter in my inside picket. I called your sister at the
First National Bank and got your address, and am now writing you this shert
note in the Jayhawk Rebounds and sending it to you because it mentions your
brother-in-law, Chick Pontius. I knew that you would be interested in hearing
about a let of the boys as you were such a rabid basketball fan; yet you did
not limit your enthusiasm te basketball - it was all sports. So here's luck
te you. Bob and Mit will be glad to know that you are fighting an aggressive
Ware

While you boys have been digging fexholes, I have been digging divots
at the Lawrence Country Club. Last Friday, Sept. 8, while playing golf with
Ogden Jones, the chairman of the draft board, Mr. Irving Hill and Dr. He T.
Jones, I closed my eyes and swung a lusty iron in the direction of the green
on Ne. 2 fairway. Like a blind pig, I had picked up an 8 iron, and I was
lucky enough to get a hole-in-one. The sun was in my eyes and I saw the ball
light near the green and then disappear. Ogden Jones excitedly said, “You
made ité", but net until I get over there and leoked into the cup did I find the
ball. Oddly enough, two of the foursome were already members of the Hole-in-One
Clube Mr. Irving Hill made his on No. 7 and Dr. Jones previously had made his
hole-in-one on old No. 4. Honestly, I believe a fellow who sees someone else
make a hole-in-one gets more kick out ef it than the individual making it. A
few years ago I was playing with Bill Hargiss, and on old No. 1 Bill took his
Noe 2 iron and swung lustily into the ball which stopped about a foot from the
cup dead in line with his drive. On the second nine Bill Hargiss took the
same club and the same ball and drove one over identically the same terrain
en the green and it rolled deftly inte the cup. I kmow I got more of a kick
eut of seeing that ball go in than I did on shooting mine because I saw it all
the way. And then I thought it took a real golfer to make a hole-in-oned

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