Looking up from their reed-laced duck-blind, the two hunters saw a Chippewa Indian guide splashing toward them through the frozen marsh. "Man is shot!" he shouted. "An accident! An accident!" The two men hurried to another blind, 300 yds. away, where they came on a hunter's nightmare. On the rough hummock, Harry W. Anderson, 67, retired vice president of General Motors, lay dying, a gaping wound in the back of his head. Over his body crouched Harlow Curtice, 66, onetime General Motors president (TIME, Jan. 2, 1956), in a state of trembling shock.
The day before, Curtice and Anderson, friends for 35...
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