Fraternity-Testvériség, 1962 (40. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)

1962-04-01 / 4. szám

FRATERNITY

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APPOINTMENT KEPT — BUT IT’S WITH DEATH

This article was written by Albert M. Colegrove, a staff writer for the Scripps-Howard Newspapers, and received wide circulation. We believe it should be read by all who own life insurance — also by all who need more life insurance.

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CLOVIS, Calif., Jan. 14. — Probably no more than the rest of us could Jim Morris conceive of sudden death — for himself. Jim was 42. They’re burying him today.

Monday night, Jim and Mary Morris left their three children with a sitter and went bowling. They started home at midnight, with Jim driving their 1953 sedan. Twelve minutes later Jim was dead.

“He was doing about 40, say 45 at the most”, a witness told the police. “That’s legal. I was in my car, behind his. There was nothing unusual about his driving. Then his car veered into the culvert.”

Mary had no idea what happened. “We were driving along, and then we weren’t”, she says, through bruised lips. “All of a sudden, Jim’s head was in my lap. He didn’t move. I knew then . . .”

Jim was my brother-in-law. He was the kind of guy you like to sit with at the kitchen table, talking football . . .

Jim’s faults? Mainly, he wanted so much for his wife and three kids to have everything he could possibly afford — and a little more. So the finance company owned most of the auto, and sometimes he got pink or blue letters from department store credit managers.

Now Jim was dead.

There had been a phone call in the middle of the night; the 200 mile drive to Clovis, the visit to Mary in the hospital. Her pelvis is broken. She’ll have to lie flat on her back for six weeks. She’ll need care. After that, said the doctor, she’ll be on crutches for a while.

Then we relatives sat in Jim’s living room, sorting through the manila folders in his little brown steel filing cabinet . . .