Letters, Nov. 6, 1939

Accidental Death


In this day and age of football when the "passing" game is quite exacting, I see no reason why in your Oct. 23 issue, you should not be equally as exacting when you refer to me as the "late Big Bill Edwards. . . ." TIME has certainly fumbled the ball. Let me say that my physical condition is pretty good and that I am able to get around with my 282 pounds and not miss much that is going on and around the springboard at my Connecticut camp.

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