From the 1930 Lucky Bag:
Wausau, Wisconsin
"Bob" "Toots" "Rollo"
A PRODUCT of the big evergreen forests, Bob came to us in their deepest shade. It didn't take long, however, for old Dad Neptune to apply his lines and convert him into a non-reg, full-fledged sailor boy. A few close run-ins with the almighty academics and the trials of an "old-Navy" Plebe year molded the plastic potentialities into real manhood with all the determination and sincerity that have characterized Bob throughout his middy's career.
Coming here with an enviable prep school athletic and activity record, Bob found his weight too big a handicap for his beloved football and applied his brimming energy to class athletics and organization.
Girls and studies shared equally in Bob's boredom, and only on rare occasions did the "fair ones" have the pleasure of his tricky feet at the "Dahlgren Brawls." Ever a willing helper, Bob's quiet ways have found a permanent place in the hearts of his classmates, and of everyone else having the gift of his friendship.
As a gentleman and scholar, as well as a true pal, you'll live forever in the sacred memories of Academy days, Bob. May the best of everything be yours.
Class Football 3, 2, 1; Track 4, 3; Gymkhana 4, 2 P.O.
Wausau, Wisconsin
"Bob" "Toots" "Rollo"
A PRODUCT of the big evergreen forests, Bob came to us in their deepest shade. It didn't take long, however, for old Dad Neptune to apply his lines and convert him into a non-reg, full-fledged sailor boy. A few close run-ins with the almighty academics and the trials of an "old-Navy" Plebe year molded the plastic potentialities into real manhood with all the determination and sincerity that have characterized Bob throughout his middy's career.
Coming here with an enviable prep school athletic and activity record, Bob found his weight too big a handicap for his beloved football and applied his brimming energy to class athletics and organization.
Girls and studies shared equally in Bob's boredom, and only on rare occasions did the "fair ones" have the pleasure of his tricky feet at the "Dahlgren Brawls." Ever a willing helper, Bob's quiet ways have found a permanent place in the hearts of his classmates, and of everyone else having the gift of his friendship.
As a gentleman and scholar, as well as a true pal, you'll live forever in the sacred memories of Academy days, Bob. May the best of everything be yours.
Class Football 3, 2, 1; Track 4, 3; Gymkhana 4, 2 P.O.
Robert was lost on October 23, 1935 when his aircraft collided with another and crashed near Fort Barrancas, Florida during pilot training.
He is buried in Wisconsin.
Nicholas Pusel '30 was the pilot of the other plane and was also killed in this crash.
Robert is one of 42 members of the Class of 1930 on Virtual Memorial Hall.
