Athletes may die twice: once when they put their gear away; once when breath leaves them. Two weeks ago sportsmen marked the passing in the first fashion of James Thorpe the Indian; last week death of the second, the definitive sort, came to Robert D. Wrenn, four times National Tennis Champion.
In the days when the late Reginald Vanderbilt, as a rakish Yale student, entertained the citizens of New Haven with nocturnal thunderings from his red racing car, his classmates remembered with respect a Harvard athlete who, a few years before, had stormed their...
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