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             March 
              7 , 2001: 
              The 
              Greatest Generation 
              Learning about 
              sacrifice by reading Memorials 
            by Wes Tooke '98 
            I have recently adopted 
              the somewhat morbid habit of carefully reading the Memorials in 
              every issue of the PAW. While regular readers of this column might 
              suspect that I am eagerly scanning for obnoxious members of the 
              various Princeton e-mail lists, my interest-for once-serves a nobler 
              purpose. I have become fascinated by the way Princeton graduates 
              choose to spend their years. 
            I am particularly interested 
              in the men who graduated in the decade surrounding the Second World 
              War; those who stepped away from the pedestrian progression of a 
              typical Princeton experience to fight the greatest evil the world 
              has ever known. For obvious demographic reasons the Memorials these 
              days are filled with members of the classes of the late thirties 
              and early forties, and every short tribute to a departed Tiger makes 
              me want to know more. I sometimes try to imagine what it would be 
              like to leave campus after my sophomore year to fight with Patton 
              in Europe. Or to abandon my current "job" and fly with 
              the Army Air Force in Europe. Or to have served on a tiny escort 
              surrounded by hostile behemoths in the Battle of Leyte Gulf. 
            Somehow I doubt that 
              I would have served with the distinction evident even in the abridged 
              text of the Memorials, and somehow I doubt that I would have returned 
              to civilian life with a similar level of grace. Perhaps they served 
              a stiffer brand of beer back then in the clubs. No matter what the 
              reason, every tiny entry is a reminder of lives lived with a degree 
              of sacrifice virtually unknown today. And what's even more remarkable 
              is that most of these men went on to live lives that demonstrate 
              the remarkable range of options that a Princeton education can present 
              to those whom are brave enough to sample widely. In the last two 
              issues alone I've read about orchids and mysticism and moon landings 
              and oceanography. 
            So as my own hopelessly 
              inadequate tribute to the Princetonians of my grandfathers' generation, 
              I've selected four Memorials from the last two issues that especially 
              touched me. Many thanks to the class secretaries who wrote the original 
              text. Any interesting information contained herein comes from them; 
              all mistakes are mine. 
            John M. Smyth '37 
            Johnny Smyth was on the 
              boxing squad at Princeton and a member of Tiger Inn. Upon graduating, 
              he attended Northwestern University School of Law and had just begun 
              practicing when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. Mr. Smyth served 
              for almost four years in the Navy, starting as the commander of 
              a gun crew on a Liberty ship before transferring to a destroyer 
              escort. He won a Presidential Citation in 1944 when his tiny escort 
              torpedoed a Japanese heavy cruiser during the battle of Leyte Gulf. 
              After the war, Mr. Smyth gave up the law and returned to his family's 
              furniture business. His friend Roger Barrett describes him as being 
              "the most widely-beloved man I have ever known." 
            Richard Dike Faxon 
              '42 
            At Princeton Dick Faxon 
              majored in geology, won three letters on the hockey team, and was 
              a member of Cap and Gown. He joined the Army Air Corps upon the 
              outbreak of war and flew Spitfires and P-51s in the Mediterranean. 
              Mr. Faxon won the Distinguished Flying Cross and the Silver Star 
              among other awards en route to becoming the only acknowledged Class 
              of '42 ace. After the war, Mr. Faxon worked as a geologist for the 
              Keener Oil Company. 
            George Richard N.H. 
              Nash '45 
            Dick Nash arrived at 
              Princeton, joined ROTC, and was soon whisked away to serve in the 
              field artillery. The Army assigned him to the 90th Infantry Division, 
              and he tore through Europe with General Patton's Third Army. Upon 
              returning to Princeton after the war, he joined the Triangle Club 
              and served as Captain of the golf team-once winning a match against 
              Navy with a hole-in-one on the 18th green. For the last 15 years 
              of his life, Mr. Nash indulged his great passion, the quest for 
              spiritual peace, by studying with gurus and mystics in places such 
              as India and Puerto Rico. 
            Harris Bates Stewart 
              Jr. '45 
            "Stew" Stewart's 
              years at Princeton were also interrupted by the war. He served as 
              a First Lieutenant with the Fifth Army Air Force in the Pacific, 
              fighting the Japanese in the skies over New Guinea and Philippines. 
              He graduated from Princeton in 1948 with a degree in geology, and, 
              after a brief stint as an English teacher, he joined the US Coast 
              and Geodetic Survey and became one of the foremost oceanographers 
              in the world. Princetonians interested in reading a collection of 
              Mr. Stewart's essays can seek out "The Unpredictable Mistress," 
              which was published last year. 
            If you are interested 
              in more of these stories, just browse the Memorials. I know I'm 
              never disappointed. 
            You can reach Wes Tooke 
              at  cwtooke@princeton.edu 
                 
             
            
            
    
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