Jim Denham, my freshman year roommate from Garden City, Long Island, was a friendly, fun-loving guy who delighted in retelling stories of his father's hijinks at Dartmouth.  Perhaps intent on having as much fun as his dad, he was unable to achieve a balance between partying and studying. Jim left Dartmouth at the end of his freshman year and enlisted in the U.S. Air Force.  In August, 1957, during a week-end pass while in basic training, he went wading in the Mississippi, stepped in a hole and drowned.  Despite efforts during freshman P.E., Jim had never learned how to swim.  A year or two later, his younger brother entered Dartmouth and would complete his degree without difficulty.--Mike Houlahan