Richard Crusius '47

One of my long-standing memories of Lakeland was the day FDR died. In my third floor room on the west side of the dorm, I heard a car stop and doors opening. Down below, Dean Ley was busy, but I told him the news and he heard me. Now there was a man who could hear at the right time.

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