Class Notes had a B.S. Degree from the University of Tennessee, College of Pharmacy in Memphis. She was a member of Hunter Street Baptist Church in Birmingham and attended Gulf Breeze United Methodist Church. Karen enjoyed studying world history and loved home schooling her children. Her father, Glenn E. White, preceded her in death. Survivors include her husband, Gregory Hickman, mother, Mary Ellen White, sons Andrew Michael Hickman, ’06 and Hunter Gregory Hickman, ’09, and daughter, Katelyn Elizabeth Hickman, ’11. Robert Hirsch Loeb died after a prolonged illness at home. He was born in Birmingham to Stella and Leopold Loeb. He was educated at Ramsey High School, University of Alabama (where he was elected to Phi Beta Kappa and ODK) and Harvard Law School. During World War II, he served his country in the anti-aircraft in North Africa and Italy and then as a Judge Advocate in the USA. He retired from military service as a Captain. His legal career spanned more than 50 years and included appearances before the Supreme Court. He was a Past President of the Young Men’s Business Club, President of the Speech and Hearing Clinic, President of Traveler’s Aid, President of Temple Emanu-El and Hillcrest Country Club. He taught Sunday School at his Temple for 30 years and then taught the Old Testament for 10 years at Our Lady of Sorrows in Homewood. He retired in 1990, and volunteered for Hospice at Trinity Hospital and also for WBHM from 1990-1999. He is survived by his wife of 60 years, Betty Wolf Loeb, his four children, Lauren (Syd, III) Lerner, Robert (Margery) Loeb, Jr., ’68, Dr. Thomas (Patricia) Loeb, ’72, and Dr. Peter (Cecilia) Loeb, ’76, eight grandchildren, Adam and Dory Lerner, Rebecca and Emily Loeb, Erin and Brian Loeb, and Alexander and Madeleine Loeb, and one great-grandchild, Sophia Wolf Lerner. Simmie G. Kayser, beloved wife, mother, grandmother, and friend, died March 15th. She is survived by her husband, Leo Kayser, Jr., and by her daughter, Deborah K. Strauss, of Birmingham; son, Leo Kayser, III, ’62, and grandson, G. Kayser Strauss, ’96 and wife Keiko, of New York. Sam C. Pointer Jr., a federal judge and legal giant in Alabama’s judicial circles, died on March 15th. Appointed by President Nixon, Judge Pointer retired from the court on March 31, 2000, after nearly 30 years as a federal judge. Last year, Judge Pointer led the investigation into allegations of academic impropriety at Hoover High School involving athletes. Judge Pointer is remembered for his high respect of the law, tolerance of others, his sharp intellect and attention to detail. “The legal community revered Judge Pointer for both his brilliance and his wonderful temperament,” said Chief U.S. District Judge Sharon Lovelace Blackburn. Judge Pointer was on the front line for issuing controversial decisions as Birmingham struggled to deal with desegregating school systems in the 1970s. 26
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Class Notes He ordered the busing of children to achieve integration in the Jefferson County schools. During the school cases, he received threats on his life, prompting round-the-clock protection by U.S. Marshals, even at a church service. The Birmingham native started his law education at Vanderbilt University, but transferred to the University of Alabama, where he earned his law degree in 1957. He received a master’s degree in taxation from New York University in 1958. He returned home and joined his father, Sam C. Pointer, in a small practice until 1970, when he was appointed to the bench for the Northern District of Alabama, the state’s largest federal court district. He served as chief judge of the district from January 1982 until November 1999. He served as temporary judge on the Emergency Court of Appeals 1980-87. While Judge Pointer built a reputation in the courtroom, he also was lauded for his work in the classroom, where he taught legal education courses to federal judges all over the country. When he stepped down from the bench, Judge Pointer was in high demand for his legal expertise. Pointer was actively involved with St. Luke’s Episcopal Church and the Episcopal Diocese of Alabama. He is survived by his wife, Paula, his son, Sam C. Pointer III, ’81 and his daughter, Minge Pointer, ’78.
FORMER FACULTY AND FRIENDS
Helen Payne | I taught French for 22 years (19751997) at ISS and now live on an island north of Seattle (Whidbey Island) where many of my former students have visited. My children Michael Payne (’84) and Laura Payne Martinez (’86) both graduated from ISS. Happily they will converge on the island next year (Laura coming from Colombia, South America and Michael from the Hague, Netherlands) plus 5 grandchildren! P.S. I have recently written quite a lot about my days on campus. Great times! Luther Strange | (father of Luther, ’03 and Keehn, ’08), who narrowly lost in a 2006 campaign for Alabama lieutenant governor’s office, has formed his own law firm. Mr. Strange has been appointed by Gov. Bob Riley to the state’s Mental Health and Mental Retardation Board of Trustees representing the 6th Congressional District. Mike and Mickey Turner | (parents of Starr, ’02 and Bentley, ’03) of Freedom Court Reporting Service received the Alabama State Bar’s President’s Award in recognition of their meritorious service to the legal profession.
CLASS OF 1958
The Class of ’58 celebrated their 50th reunion this year. The following class notes are excerpts from a commemorative booklet.
Arthur Bagby | I graduated from the University of Alabama with a History Major and a minor in English and Political Science. At Alabama I roomed
with Hardie Meade and Jordan McDavid who had also previously attended Emory University with me. With the background of ISS and Emory as support the discipline of academics at Alabama were more easily balanced with the abundant social activities afforded at Alabama. Immediately after graduation I went to work at Bagby Elevator & Electric Company (Bagby) where I had worked part-time since 1954. For the first few years at Bagby I was a Project Manager for electrical contracting jobs and supervised the electrical installation at the Park Tower Apartments on Highland Avenue in Birmingham. Shortly after completion of that project I was made Vice President of the Elevator Division of Bagby. In 1980 I purchased the assets of the Elevator Division and in 1988 purchased the remainder of Bagby. Since then Bagby Elevator has expanded its operations to Georgia, Alabama, Florida, Tennessee, Mississippi, Louisiana, and Texas. As President and CEO, I continue working at Bagby Elevator but hope to retire within five years. In December of 1993 I wed Anita “Cindy” Leslie Cochrane and I have two sons: Arthur IV (1972) and Hunter (1974). Arthur and his new bride Alyson are making their home in Birmingham as are Hunter and Leigh. Hunter and Leigh have a son Clayton (2006) and a new baby daughter Eleanor Elizabeth (2008). My hobbies are Photography and Computers. After a lifetime of sports activity (Football, Basketball, Tennis, Golf, Fencing, Wrestling, Racquetball, Weight Lifting) my principal sport is now croquet. This six wicket croquet is not the game you may remember playing in your yard at home in the days before TV and Air Conditioning. It is often described as “chess on grass.” Croquet the Sport is demanding mentally and physically. My 0.5 handicap allows me to compete head on with the very best players in the United States and many of the best in the world. I am the Alabama Director for the United States Croquet Club and the former Treasurer of the National Croquet Foundation (501c3). During the winter months, business permitting, I enjoy competing in tournaments at the Mission Hills Croquet Club in Rancho Mirage, CA. Cindy has a home at Mission Hills and enjoys wintering there - playing competitive croquet and swimming daily. Mission Hills has the honor of being selected the Croquet Club of the Year for two out of the past three years. The Club hosts about two week-long tournaments per month with many parties associated with each tournament. In Birmingham I have created a regulation size croquet lawn which was written up in Inc Magazine. I use the lawn to practice and to host Summer Croquet Tournaments. I remain hopeful that I can again play some casual golf. What follows is a true golf tale from my past: “Act of God”—This golfing story took place during the early sixties on the old East Course at Birmingham Country Club. On the first tee our foursome assembled and of course the discussion immediately turned to the matter of a wager. George Thomas
“T-Barrel” Lane opening the discussion by saying “Art, I am not going to bet with you ANYMORE!... you have soaked me for the last time.” Paul Pankey and the other member of the foursome listened with amusement to “Barrel’s” statement of resolve. No bets were made and we began play with our near empty wallets secure and nothing at stake but our egos. Barrel was playing magnificently! As we came off the green at number six he was even par; six straight pars. He was playing golf for sport and betting with Art was an unpleasant memory... forgotten; he was on automatic. On the par three sixth we had caught up to a slower group and were waiting at the seventh tee for the fairway to clear. Timing could not have been better for me to make another move of barrel’s wallet. I said “how about we play this hole for five dollars?” Indignant, Barrel said “I told you NO BETS!” I pointed out the fact that he was even par through six and on a roll. Barrel fired back a recount of the last time we had played number seven. He said “the last time we played this hole your drive went out-of-bounds, hit on the road, ricocheted from a wall and bounced back in bounds twenty feet from the green.” I pointed out there was no reason to believe that kind of luck would happen again in our lifetimes. Barrel was taking no chances on spoiling his round, his mood, or putting his financial resources at peril. Understanding that getting Barrel to bet was going to take some real good bait I said “OK Lane, you can have half a stroke on a one hole bet. You par the hole and it will take a birdie for me to take your money.” Pars forgotten Barrel was focused on the proposition at hand. The forces of security, serenity, revenge and greed weighed heavily upon him and the bemused onlookers eyed Barrel in the throes of his dilemma. The forces of greed and revenge won over security and serenity...the bet was made. Par four number seven was an uphill dogleg right paralleling Country Club Road, high on the right. Barrel sent his drive dead center of the middle of the fairway just past the crook of the dogleg. My tee shot was short of his and below him. It trickled off the fairway into the left rough. My lie in the rough was not bad with the ball sitting up well and slightly uphill of my foot placement. My problem was I had to carry a bunker and be near enough to the pin to one putt. This was made more difficult because of my lie in the rough would take all the backspin from my ball and the stance with the ball above my feet would make the ball hook left naturally and fly with a lower trajectory. Barrel was center fairway and lying net one-half stroke. My nine iron shot to the green came out of the rough well, came within a foot of clearing the upper lip of the bunker and disappearing into that yawning hazard. Barrel played a safe shot to the center of the green with a slightly uphill putt of some 25 feet. When I got to the bunker I saw my half ball buried in the sand. To make this situation worse it was located a few inches below an almost straight up from the lip of the bunker. I had to hole out the shot from the sand or Barrel could two putt for a win. As I stood in the sand in despair I looked
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