I remember watching him walk up the 18th fairway at Augusta in his farewell appearance and the roar from the crowd and the standing ovation that he received. It gave you a chill realizing how great this man had been for the game of golf and the legacy he was leaving, not only for the game, but for his many contributions to helping others. I attended 3 Masters and this was my favorite highlight. Long live the legacy of “THE KING”
Louis Bissette
I remember Arnold being at a Wake Forest party at the home of Jim Becton during the Masters. There were a large number of Deacons in attendance. Arnold stayed for several hours having his photo made with everyone who requested it. All of these photos were later personalized and signed by Arnold. Arnold Palmer was a gracious gentleman and a true Deacon.
Susan Milanak
I grew up knowing Arnold Palmer as a great golfer. However, his impact on my life was first felt when our daughter, Tara, was born 7 weeks prematurely at the Arnold Palmer Hospital in Orlando. She spent 10 weeks in the neonatal. During our time at the hospital we learned first hand of Mr. Palmer’s kindness and generosity. My husband and I became involved in the National Advisory Council for the Arnold Palmer Hospital and had the opportunity to be in his company many times at the Arnold Palmer Invitational, at the grand opening of the Winnie Palmer Hospital and at his 80th birthday party. No matter who you were he always made you feel special when he talked to you. He would always stop for pictures with our children and sign an autograph. Earlier this year, despite his failing health, Mr. Palmer took the time to write a letter of recommendation on behalf of our son to attend Wake Forest. Arnold Palmer was a great golfer but I think he will be remembered best for his extraordinary kindness to ordinary people.
Clifton M. Mount, Wake Law, 1988
In the early 1980’s, my family’s home club, Congressional, hosted the Kemper Open. My father, a member of “the greatest generation,” and a great guy, drew Arnie in the Pro Am one year. They also played with then, Sen. Sam Nunn – another great guy. I was just home from undergraduate school for the summer, and walked the fairways with them. As you might imagine, my father was thrilled – I am pretty sure the Senator was too.
Who knew, a son of two Maryland Terps, would wind up a Deac Law School Grad. I was thrilled too, as I had grown up on “Arnie’s Army.” Arnie was the gracious idol, so many words have already been written about. I met the man.
Go Deacs, and God Bless! Life well lived.
Caryl J Guth, MD
Permit me to tell you of my unique first meeting with Arnold Palmer.
It occurred during my senior year in the spring of 1957, in the midst of the first academic year after Wake Forest College had moved from the town of Wake Forest, NC to Winston-Salem, NC. When the college moved, the lawns outside of the now infamous quad were still mostly mud fields with immature sprigs of grass. The quad had newly planted elm trees so immature that it would have taken only one roll of TP to roll the whole lot of them, which is now the tradition after any important WFU win.
As a transfer student to Wake, what I soon discovered was a welcome warmth and heart-felt tie to the institution stemming from the personable faculty who seemed to be so closely knit to the small student body. And I recall an incident with Arnie that portrays the close ties between professor and students.
On the new campus, before many buildings were built, some classes were held in Reynolda Hall as was my math class with Dr. Hubert Jones, who was affectionately known as Pop Jones. Our class was located on the ground level of Reynolda and had no A/C; thus we had the window open for ventilation one day when suddenly, in the middle of class, Pop Jones said, “Well, come on in.”
He was looking toward the back of the room where, when we turned around, we could see a smiling Arnold Palmer crawling through the window. Arnie told us that Pop Jones was one of his favorite professors and wanted to stop by to catch up. So needless to say, the class of a dozen visited the rest of the class with Arnie and discussed his recent win of a Wilmington tournament and his results at the Masters where he had placed 6th. We discussed his victory in the U.S. Amateur Championship as a Wake student just a few years prior not realizing its impact to his springboard to professional fame. So I guess you could say our discussion of his numbers sufficed as our math lesson for the day. Arnie also gave us a Lesson on Relationships by demonstrating what a personable gentleman one could become while expressing Gratitude to one of his favorite professors.
My last meeting with Arnie was at a breakfast last year at Graylan when I recounted that story to which he and Kit both found great delight.
Bob Bevan, 74
As a Wake Forest student in the early 70s, I attended most of the exhibition fundraisers the golf alumni would throw most years. One year, at Bermuda Run, I followed Mr. Palmer during the exhibition. One one water hole, he told the crowd he would skip the ball five times on the water before it would carry onto the land. Then he did it, just like a magician!
I covered golf for the Old Gold & Black during my senior year (1974) at Wake. This was the year Jay Haas, Curtis Strange & all won the NCAA. I had been drawn to writing about golf because of Wake’s superior tradition, started by Mr. Palmer. As a sportswriter at the Greensboro News & Record, I covered one of the Kemper Open tournaments in Charlotte during the mid-to-late 70s. Golf writer Meyer Anthony from Greensboro and I were in the locker room with Mr. Palmer. Meyer and I interviewed him for a lengthy amount of time, probably 30-45 minutes. He was gracious and kind and went out of his way to accommodate us. Truly a class act. He will be sorely missed by Wake Forest and by sports fans everywhere.
Charlie McCurry
I will remember Arnold Palmer, as a fellow Deac and my undergraduate class’ commencement speaker in 2005. That day still resonates for me, perhaps now more than ever. Arnie concluded his speech: “You will soon be assuming parental roles, and I urge you to accept the responsibility that goes with it. Be the kind of parents who teach your children the basic traits and habits that make good citizens and good human beings. Teach them the common courtesies, good manners, politeness, and standards of behavior that will make each and every one of you proud.” For all his success in golf and business, Arnold Palmer was a humble gentleman and for that he will be missed and remembered. Thanks, Arnie.
Joel Miller ’70
He is on the Mount Rushmore of great Demon Deacons and, more importantly, of great human beings. Always a gentleman even while being a fierce competitor. RIP, Arnie, THE KING!
Jeff Parsons
I’ll never forget one day twelve years ago when Arnold Palmer’s personal secretary responded in his behalf to a message I sent introducing Mr. Palmer to my son, a seven year old golfer who was born severely premature with motor skill delays. Youth golf helped my son overcome many of his fine motor skill deficiencies. I simply wanted Mr. Palmer to know that, knowing he and his beloved wife Winnie helped found a children’s hospital in Orlando. I’ll always treasure his response, “I want you to know you’ve got a player there.” What a great man with a great heart.
Sherby Everett McGrath ’67
In 1994, my husband and I were in Tokyo when American Express was co-sponsoring a senior tournament in which Arnold Palmer was playing along with Jay Sigel, Gary Player and Lee Trevino. The friend we were visiting was head of American Express Far East and asked us to attend the final round on Sunday when he’d hand out the trophy. After the awards ceremony on the 18th green, our friend Steve told Arnold a fellow Deacon was on the other side of the green. He immediately walked over to us, and we talked for at least five minutes while thousands of Japanese fans were lining the walk from the green to the Clubhouse hoping to get an autograph. Knowing we’d be seeing each other at the reception, Arnold nodded to the crowd and said he’d better get going. I have this mental image of him looking back at us as if to say “help!” as he was completely engulfed by the fans. It took him at least 30 minutes to make his way to the Clubhouse, but what a gracious gentleman he was in dealing with the crush of fans.
David Tinney
Back in the late 70s, I was a photojournalist and had the honor to walk the course of the BC Open and follow Arnold and his army. While other golfers were so focused on the game that they wouldn’t interact with the crowd or talk with the photographers, Arnold engaged everyone. I think that is what made him so special. He actually bantered back and forth with some of us photographers and joked about his occasional bad shot. He was a class act, a gentleman, and a legend in the best sense of the word. Of all the athletes that I had the pleasure to cover, Arnold Palmer was the best!
Tom Daly
I first heard of Mr Palmer when he won the 1956 Insurance City Open, his first PGA TOUR tournament in the U.S., as it was just 15 miles from my home. I cheered him on when I saw him on our black and white TV in the 50’s and early 60’s. Then in 1965 I entered WFU and I was certain that, however weak, I had some relationship to him.
Now the ICO is know as the Travelers Championship, and whenever it is played I think back to my first exposure to golf so many years ago. He really introduced the whole country to golf.
David Omega Leary
I have been among Arnold Palmer’s Army to watch him play the great game of golf! I also played on the golf course when Arnold was behind me & let him through because he was much faster at the game than I was. I also played on the old Wake Forest golf course where Arnold Palmer played when he was at Wake Forest.
Don Miller
One year at the Masters, probably around 2000, I was standing behind the rope between the 7th and 8th fairways, when Arnie’s tee shot landed right in front of me. I was wearing a WAKE cap. When he walked up and saw the cap, he shouted, GO DEACS! and came over and shook my hand. Man, was I proud. Everybody around me looked at me as if I was somebody. That’s the impact Arnie had on the people around him. I’ll certainly never forget that encounter with him. R.I.P. Arnie
Patrick E. Downey, P’17
The last time I saw Mr. Palmer was the Thursday of last April’s Masters. I was with my wife celebrating our 25th anniversary that day. Jack Nicklaus & Gary Player were about to hit the opening drives to start the tournament. Normally Arnie would join but was under the weather and just watched. As “The King” turned to get into his cart to exit, he saw me through the crowd with my Wake Forest golf hat on. He drove over, shook my hand firmly, patted my back and told me to enjoy the golf…. Arnold Palmer will always be a true hero to my family, my Dad and myself. The King’s everyman persona, charitable heart and charismatic face will be missed but will always live on.
Mark Hoey
I met Mr. Palmer at a Pro-Am at Pebble Beach in 2005. I carried a Pebble Beach golf flag with me to be signed by all the Deacs who were playing in the tournament. I got Watkins, Haas, Strange, and finally Palmer but when he signed it, he signed it upside down. He looked at it and I could see in his face how upset he was that he signed my flag upside down that I had to say “Mr. Palmer, it is ok, thank you”. That is the type of genuine person he was. Most big time pros just scribble and walk away. Some don’t even bother making eye contact. To have a legend apologize for his autograph speaks volumes of what type of person Arnold Palmer was. I only met him once and I can honestly say, I wish I had met him many other times. RIP Mr. Palmer, Go Deacs!
Mark J. Hoey
Wake Forest University M.A.L.S. 01′
Ron Johnson
I was at Bay Hill with a friend who was intimidated to approach Mr Palmer on the practice tee. I told him he need not be. We walked over and introduced ourselves. Arnold talked to us for 30 minutes and made us feel like honored guests.
We played in front of his group that day and watched him finish on the 18th. He had a 4 foot putt for par, and one of his playing partners said “Pick that up Arnie, you never miss those .” The king broke into a huge grin and said “If I never missed one of those, you would have never heard of Jack Nicklaus.”
The world of sport has lost its greatest ambassador. If someone wanted to create a playbook for how modern athletes should compose themselves, they need only to review the life and times of Arnold Palmer.
Bob Taylerson, ’65 and ’68
I was a freshman at WFU in 1961. Arnold Palmer was in town for a charity event at the Old Town Club for his deceased friend and team mate, Buddy Worsham. I followed him around at the Club with much awe. At the event, I ran into a man who was on the board of the prep school which I attended. He asked if I was going to the football game the next evening, and I said yes. He asked me to meet him at half time by the press box because he had a surprise for me. I did, and low and behold, he introduced me to Arnold Palmer. We talked for 10 minutes or so, and in spite of Arnie never meeting me before, he still treated me as if I were a friend. I followed his career with a passion, being lucky enough to attend several tournaments in which he was playing. What a great man, ambassador, and friend of the game, WFU, and all Americans. We’ll greatly miss you. Long live “THE KING.”
John Royster 1967 graduate
I posted this earlier on the deaconsports.com boards but wanted to do it here as well.
There is a country and western song entitled “Whose going to fill their shoes”….well let me tell you, not only is no one going to fill Arnold Palmer’s shoes, they in fact do not even make those shoes any more. As was said in the movie “Brian’s Song” by famed running back Gayle Sayers “I love Brian Piccolo” so the world loved Arnold Palmer and always will. I have one of those famous autographs (from a watering hole in Endicott NY when he played in the Enjoi Classic in Upstate NY in 1973, I think) as well as meeting him several times beyond that meeting. If there was anyone else in the room when I met him neither of us knew it. It is absolutely true….Arnold gave you his total attention when you were in his presence. He was Wake Forest and everyone ever associated with the university is better off for Arnold Palmer being an alumnus. Rest in Peace Arnie and GO DEACS!!!
Ross Griffith
Arnold Palmer was the keynote speaker at the Wake Forest “All Sports Banquet” in the spring of 1963. I attended that banquet as a starter on the tennis team. Tennis, golf and certain other sports were labeled back then as “minor sports” while football and basketball were labeled as “major sports.” Mr. Palmer emphasized in his speech that “there is no such thing as a minor sport and all sports are major.” That speech left a lasting impression on me and made me quite proud to be a member of the tennis team. I was fortunate to meet Mr. Palmer after the speech and obtain his autograph.
I remember watching him walk up the 18th fairway at Augusta in his farewell appearance and the roar from the crowd and the standing ovation that he received. It gave you a chill realizing how great this man had been for the game of golf and the legacy he was leaving, not only for the game, but for his many contributions to helping others. I attended 3 Masters and this was my favorite highlight. Long live the legacy of “THE KING”
I remember Arnold being at a Wake Forest party at the home of Jim Becton during the Masters. There were a large number of Deacons in attendance. Arnold stayed for several hours having his photo made with everyone who requested it. All of these photos were later personalized and signed by Arnold. Arnold Palmer was a gracious gentleman and a true Deacon.
I grew up knowing Arnold Palmer as a great golfer. However, his impact on my life was first felt when our daughter, Tara, was born 7 weeks prematurely at the Arnold Palmer Hospital in Orlando. She spent 10 weeks in the neonatal. During our time at the hospital we learned first hand of Mr. Palmer’s kindness and generosity. My husband and I became involved in the National Advisory Council for the Arnold Palmer Hospital and had the opportunity to be in his company many times at the Arnold Palmer Invitational, at the grand opening of the Winnie Palmer Hospital and at his 80th birthday party. No matter who you were he always made you feel special when he talked to you. He would always stop for pictures with our children and sign an autograph. Earlier this year, despite his failing health, Mr. Palmer took the time to write a letter of recommendation on behalf of our son to attend Wake Forest. Arnold Palmer was a great golfer but I think he will be remembered best for his extraordinary kindness to ordinary people.
In the early 1980’s, my family’s home club, Congressional, hosted the Kemper Open. My father, a member of “the greatest generation,” and a great guy, drew Arnie in the Pro Am one year. They also played with then, Sen. Sam Nunn – another great guy. I was just home from undergraduate school for the summer, and walked the fairways with them. As you might imagine, my father was thrilled – I am pretty sure the Senator was too.
Who knew, a son of two Maryland Terps, would wind up a Deac Law School Grad. I was thrilled too, as I had grown up on “Arnie’s Army.” Arnie was the gracious idol, so many words have already been written about. I met the man.
Go Deacs, and God Bless! Life well lived.
Permit me to tell you of my unique first meeting with Arnold Palmer.
It occurred during my senior year in the spring of 1957, in the midst of the first academic year after Wake Forest College had moved from the town of Wake Forest, NC to Winston-Salem, NC. When the college moved, the lawns outside of the now infamous quad were still mostly mud fields with immature sprigs of grass. The quad had newly planted elm trees so immature that it would have taken only one roll of TP to roll the whole lot of them, which is now the tradition after any important WFU win.
As a transfer student to Wake, what I soon discovered was a welcome warmth and heart-felt tie to the institution stemming from the personable faculty who seemed to be so closely knit to the small student body. And I recall an incident with Arnie that portrays the close ties between professor and students.
On the new campus, before many buildings were built, some classes were held in Reynolda Hall as was my math class with Dr. Hubert Jones, who was affectionately known as Pop Jones. Our class was located on the ground level of Reynolda and had no A/C; thus we had the window open for ventilation one day when suddenly, in the middle of class, Pop Jones said, “Well, come on in.”
He was looking toward the back of the room where, when we turned around, we could see a smiling Arnold Palmer crawling through the window. Arnie told us that Pop Jones was one of his favorite professors and wanted to stop by to catch up. So needless to say, the class of a dozen visited the rest of the class with Arnie and discussed his recent win of a Wilmington tournament and his results at the Masters where he had placed 6th. We discussed his victory in the U.S. Amateur Championship as a Wake student just a few years prior not realizing its impact to his springboard to professional fame. So I guess you could say our discussion of his numbers sufficed as our math lesson for the day. Arnie also gave us a Lesson on Relationships by demonstrating what a personable gentleman one could become while expressing Gratitude to one of his favorite professors.
My last meeting with Arnie was at a breakfast last year at Graylan when I recounted that story to which he and Kit both found great delight.
As a Wake Forest student in the early 70s, I attended most of the exhibition fundraisers the golf alumni would throw most years. One year, at Bermuda Run, I followed Mr. Palmer during the exhibition. One one water hole, he told the crowd he would skip the ball five times on the water before it would carry onto the land. Then he did it, just like a magician!
I covered golf for the Old Gold & Black during my senior year (1974) at Wake. This was the year Jay Haas, Curtis Strange & all won the NCAA. I had been drawn to writing about golf because of Wake’s superior tradition, started by Mr. Palmer. As a sportswriter at the Greensboro News & Record, I covered one of the Kemper Open tournaments in Charlotte during the mid-to-late 70s. Golf writer Meyer Anthony from Greensboro and I were in the locker room with Mr. Palmer. Meyer and I interviewed him for a lengthy amount of time, probably 30-45 minutes. He was gracious and kind and went out of his way to accommodate us. Truly a class act. He will be sorely missed by Wake Forest and by sports fans everywhere.
I will remember Arnold Palmer, as a fellow Deac and my undergraduate class’ commencement speaker in 2005. That day still resonates for me, perhaps now more than ever. Arnie concluded his speech: “You will soon be assuming parental roles, and I urge you to accept the responsibility that goes with it. Be the kind of parents who teach your children the basic traits and habits that make good citizens and good human beings. Teach them the common courtesies, good manners, politeness, and standards of behavior that will make each and every one of you proud.” For all his success in golf and business, Arnold Palmer was a humble gentleman and for that he will be missed and remembered. Thanks, Arnie.
He is on the Mount Rushmore of great Demon Deacons and, more importantly, of great human beings. Always a gentleman even while being a fierce competitor. RIP, Arnie, THE KING!
I’ll never forget one day twelve years ago when Arnold Palmer’s personal secretary responded in his behalf to a message I sent introducing Mr. Palmer to my son, a seven year old golfer who was born severely premature with motor skill delays. Youth golf helped my son overcome many of his fine motor skill deficiencies. I simply wanted Mr. Palmer to know that, knowing he and his beloved wife Winnie helped found a children’s hospital in Orlando. I’ll always treasure his response, “I want you to know you’ve got a player there.” What a great man with a great heart.
In 1994, my husband and I were in Tokyo when American Express was co-sponsoring a senior tournament in which Arnold Palmer was playing along with Jay Sigel, Gary Player and Lee Trevino. The friend we were visiting was head of American Express Far East and asked us to attend the final round on Sunday when he’d hand out the trophy. After the awards ceremony on the 18th green, our friend Steve told Arnold a fellow Deacon was on the other side of the green. He immediately walked over to us, and we talked for at least five minutes while thousands of Japanese fans were lining the walk from the green to the Clubhouse hoping to get an autograph. Knowing we’d be seeing each other at the reception, Arnold nodded to the crowd and said he’d better get going. I have this mental image of him looking back at us as if to say “help!” as he was completely engulfed by the fans. It took him at least 30 minutes to make his way to the Clubhouse, but what a gracious gentleman he was in dealing with the crush of fans.
Back in the late 70s, I was a photojournalist and had the honor to walk the course of the BC Open and follow Arnold and his army. While other golfers were so focused on the game that they wouldn’t interact with the crowd or talk with the photographers, Arnold engaged everyone. I think that is what made him so special. He actually bantered back and forth with some of us photographers and joked about his occasional bad shot. He was a class act, a gentleman, and a legend in the best sense of the word. Of all the athletes that I had the pleasure to cover, Arnold Palmer was the best!
I first heard of Mr Palmer when he won the 1956 Insurance City Open, his first PGA TOUR tournament in the U.S., as it was just 15 miles from my home. I cheered him on when I saw him on our black and white TV in the 50’s and early 60’s. Then in 1965 I entered WFU and I was certain that, however weak, I had some relationship to him.
Now the ICO is know as the Travelers Championship, and whenever it is played I think back to my first exposure to golf so many years ago. He really introduced the whole country to golf.
I have been among Arnold Palmer’s Army to watch him play the great game of golf! I also played on the golf course when Arnold was behind me & let him through because he was much faster at the game than I was. I also played on the old Wake Forest golf course where Arnold Palmer played when he was at Wake Forest.
One year at the Masters, probably around 2000, I was standing behind the rope between the 7th and 8th fairways, when Arnie’s tee shot landed right in front of me. I was wearing a WAKE cap. When he walked up and saw the cap, he shouted, GO DEACS! and came over and shook my hand. Man, was I proud. Everybody around me looked at me as if I was somebody. That’s the impact Arnie had on the people around him. I’ll certainly never forget that encounter with him. R.I.P. Arnie
The last time I saw Mr. Palmer was the Thursday of last April’s Masters. I was with my wife celebrating our 25th anniversary that day. Jack Nicklaus & Gary Player were about to hit the opening drives to start the tournament. Normally Arnie would join but was under the weather and just watched. As “The King” turned to get into his cart to exit, he saw me through the crowd with my Wake Forest golf hat on. He drove over, shook my hand firmly, patted my back and told me to enjoy the golf…. Arnold Palmer will always be a true hero to my family, my Dad and myself. The King’s everyman persona, charitable heart and charismatic face will be missed but will always live on.
I met Mr. Palmer at a Pro-Am at Pebble Beach in 2005. I carried a Pebble Beach golf flag with me to be signed by all the Deacs who were playing in the tournament. I got Watkins, Haas, Strange, and finally Palmer but when he signed it, he signed it upside down. He looked at it and I could see in his face how upset he was that he signed my flag upside down that I had to say “Mr. Palmer, it is ok, thank you”. That is the type of genuine person he was. Most big time pros just scribble and walk away. Some don’t even bother making eye contact. To have a legend apologize for his autograph speaks volumes of what type of person Arnold Palmer was. I only met him once and I can honestly say, I wish I had met him many other times. RIP Mr. Palmer, Go Deacs!
Mark J. Hoey
Wake Forest University M.A.L.S. 01′
I was at Bay Hill with a friend who was intimidated to approach Mr Palmer on the practice tee. I told him he need not be. We walked over and introduced ourselves. Arnold talked to us for 30 minutes and made us feel like honored guests.
We played in front of his group that day and watched him finish on the 18th. He had a 4 foot putt for par, and one of his playing partners said “Pick that up Arnie, you never miss those .” The king broke into a huge grin and said “If I never missed one of those, you would have never heard of Jack Nicklaus.”
The world of sport has lost its greatest ambassador. If someone wanted to create a playbook for how modern athletes should compose themselves, they need only to review the life and times of Arnold Palmer.
I was a freshman at WFU in 1961. Arnold Palmer was in town for a charity event at the Old Town Club for his deceased friend and team mate, Buddy Worsham. I followed him around at the Club with much awe. At the event, I ran into a man who was on the board of the prep school which I attended. He asked if I was going to the football game the next evening, and I said yes. He asked me to meet him at half time by the press box because he had a surprise for me. I did, and low and behold, he introduced me to Arnold Palmer. We talked for 10 minutes or so, and in spite of Arnie never meeting me before, he still treated me as if I were a friend. I followed his career with a passion, being lucky enough to attend several tournaments in which he was playing. What a great man, ambassador, and friend of the game, WFU, and all Americans. We’ll greatly miss you. Long live “THE KING.”
I posted this earlier on the deaconsports.com boards but wanted to do it here as well.
There is a country and western song entitled “Whose going to fill their shoes”….well let me tell you, not only is no one going to fill Arnold Palmer’s shoes, they in fact do not even make those shoes any more. As was said in the movie “Brian’s Song” by famed running back Gayle Sayers “I love Brian Piccolo” so the world loved Arnold Palmer and always will. I have one of those famous autographs (from a watering hole in Endicott NY when he played in the Enjoi Classic in Upstate NY in 1973, I think) as well as meeting him several times beyond that meeting. If there was anyone else in the room when I met him neither of us knew it. It is absolutely true….Arnold gave you his total attention when you were in his presence. He was Wake Forest and everyone ever associated with the university is better off for Arnold Palmer being an alumnus. Rest in Peace Arnie and GO DEACS!!!
Arnold Palmer was the keynote speaker at the Wake Forest “All Sports Banquet” in the spring of 1963. I attended that banquet as a starter on the tennis team. Tennis, golf and certain other sports were labeled back then as “minor sports” while football and basketball were labeled as “major sports.” Mr. Palmer emphasized in his speech that “there is no such thing as a minor sport and all sports are major.” That speech left a lasting impression on me and made me quite proud to be a member of the tennis team. I was fortunate to meet Mr. Palmer after the speech and obtain his autograph.
Ross Griffith ’65