"Dwight is in an embarrassing predicament just now anent the importunities of two extremely fascinating femmes. He met them last summer and managed to make them both think he was crazy about them. Unknown to him, they were very good friends, and when they got together to count scalps at the end of the season, they both found Dwight’s clinging (as they had supposed) to their respective girdles. They then put their heads together and this week he received a pair of letters in which each volunteered to come up for the same dance. He looked wild and hunted for a day or two but he thinks he has solved the difficulty now—and though still rather pale and wan his appetite is returning."

The rigidly disciplined routine of cadet life did not permit much contemplation of affairs outside the Academy. But when his mother asked him about the coming Presidential election in 1912, P.A. gave an interesting reply…considering that his roommate would later be a Republican President: "As to voting for Roosevelt, cadets are not interested. You see, we are classed with criminals, idiots, and women when it comes to voting. I must take that back about the interest, though. Dwight is interested. I never knew anyone with such a strong and at the same time, causeless and unreasonable dislike for another, as he has for Roosevelt. I can put him into the most unpleasant mood by merely defending Teddy. You’d think that Teddy had done him some irreparable wrong, from the way he talks, and he hasn’t a reason in the world for his attitude. He actually offered to bet me his furlough that Roosevelt wouldn’t even be nominated."

T. R., of course, did make the race as the Bull Moose candidate—and lost, no doubt to Ike’s great satisfaction.

As the graduation date—June 12, 1915—approached, P.A. hoped that his class standing might be high enough to gain him a commission in the Corps of Engineers. Ike knew that he was heading for the infantry. When all of the grades were in, P.A. ranked eighteenth and Ike sixty-first in the class of 164 graduates; P.A. did make the Engineers.

From 1915 until 1941 the careers of the two friends were roughly parallel, but their only opportunity to see each other was during the igso’s, when both were on duty in Washington. P.A. and Anne, whom he had married in 1925, got to know Mamie, and the two couples played bridge frequently.

Pearl Harbor brought a call from Washington for Ike to join the general staff. P.A., who was severely troubled by arthritis, received orders to active duty as the executive officer of Fort Sam Houston. He remained in this position throughout the war and carried on a sporadic correspondence with his friend.

After the

North African landings in 1942 Ike—now a lieutenant general and commanding general of the Allied forces—sent from Algiers a lengthy letter about his responsibilities. He regretted that he could not talk over his problems with P.A. and wrote: "I can say … that high command, particularly Allied Command, in war carries with it a lot of things that were never included in our text books, in the Leavenworth course, or even in the War College investigations. I think sometimes that I am a cross between a one-time soldier, a pseudo-statesman, a jacklegged politician and a crooked diplomat. I walk a soapy tightrope in a rain storm with a blazing furnace on one side and a pack of ravenous tigers on the other. If I get across, my greatest possible reward would be a quiet little cottage on the side of a slow-moving stream where I can sit and fish for catfish with a bobber. In spite of all this, I must admit that the whole thing is intriguing and interesting and is forever presenting new challenges that still have the power to make me come up charging."

By early September, 1943, Ike had been a four-star general for more than six months, yet he had just received a promotion in the Regular Army from lieutenant colonel to major general. Still a lieutenant colonel, P.A. took note of Ike’s new permanent rank: “Well, you’ll never again be a mere field officer… and I don’t know whether to be glad for you or sorry.… it’s going to be pretty hard on you to be prominent all the rest of your life.… Anne and I are very proud of you.” Ike responded: “Your worry about my difficulties in being ‘prominent’ the rest of my life can be dismissed at once. When this war is over I am going to find the deepest hole there is in the United States, crawl in and pull it in after me. As an alternative I am going to live on top of Pike’s Peak or some other equally inaccessible place.”

With the end of the war P. A., then a colonel, retired and moved to Mill Valley, California, near San Francisco. Ike returned to become chief of staff. On October 30, 1946, he wrote P.A.: "My life is one long succession of personnel, budgetary, and planning problems, and I am getting close to the fed up stage. While the shooting was going on I always thought that I would be able to retire the second the Japanese war was over. I was counting on Bradley serving as Chief of Staff while I could take Mamie off to some cabin in the woods and do a lot of high-powered resting. The more time goes on the more anxious I am to begin such a program."

When P.A. brought up the possibility of Ike’s running for President in 1948—“I think you’d make an excellent President, but am not sure you’d be very happy doing it” —Ike replied: “To settle one thing

once and for all, as far as the one subject mentioned in your letters goes—I don’t want any part of a political position. That is completely sincere and honest and there are no mental reservations either real or implied.”

As the years passed, Ike became president of Columbia University, NATO Commander, and then President. Though more infrequently, he still corresponded with P.A., who was now crippled by arthritis. In 1955 Ike wrote him a couple of newsy letters and expressed concern upon hearing that he was in Letterman Hospital. Two months after the last letter, on October 7, 1955, P.A. died.

The President of the United States sadly wrote: “In P.A.’s passing, I have lost one of my oldest and best friends; one who always had my admiration, respect, and deep affection. I shall miss him more than I can say.”