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Action for declaratory judgment in which Plaintiff Hereford Insurance Company seeks a default judgment against defendants that it has no duty to pay No-Fault claims, among other things, on the basis that Claimant breached a condition precedent to No-Fault coverage by failing to subscribe to and return his EUO transcript.
Between July 26, 2010, and July 26, 2018, Masters purchased eight commercial general liability insurance policies from Acuity. Acuity filed an action for a declaratory judgment that it owed no duty to defend or indemnify Masters in the underlying suits. Masters counterclaimed for a declaration that Acuity owed both duties.
The Supreme Court agreed with the trial court, concluding that Acuity did not owe Masters a duty to defend because the allegations of economic loss did not constitute bodily injury to trigger coverage.
CLYDE SHANNON ROCHE ’39 Clyde died July 2, 2003, at St. Luke’s Hospital in NYC after a short illness. Clyde and Sandra, his wife of 46 years, lived in the same apartment on Central Park West for more than 40 years. From there Clyde made a reverse commute daily to Rahway, N.J., where he managed press relations and communications for Merck & Co., Inc., for three decades. At his retirement, he was executive director of communications for Merck. A part of the large Lawrenceville School contingent in the class, Clyde stood out even then as a scholar, sportsman, writer, and raconteur. From 1941-45, he was on active duty with the Army’s 82nd Airborne Division, serving first in Panama and then in the European theater of operations, seeing action in Holland and the Battle of the Bulge. He and Sandra had three daughters, Melissa, Eleanor, and Valerie, two sons-in-law, and four grandsons. They will miss him, and so will we. The Class of 1939
F. PHILIP CHRISTIAN II ’41 Following a fall, Phil died May 31, 2003, in Scranton, Pa. A graduate of the Loomis School, he majored in chemical engineering at Princeton, participated in the Civilian Pilot Training Program, and was president of Campus Club. He roomed senior year with Max Smith, Bill Diver, and George Lewis. Joining the Navy as an ensign in May 1941, Phil served in WWII as chief test pilot and staff flight instructor of the Naval Air Station in New Orleans. Recalled to duty in the Korean War, he served on the staff of the aircraft carrier USS Antietam, retiring as lieutenant commander. Phil returned to the Scranton area, becoming a managing director in the NY Stock Exchange firm of J.H. Brooks, Morris and Stroud, which later merged with Prudential Bache. He retired in 1988. An elder, trustee, and treasurer of Covenant Presbyterian Church, he was director of the Pennsylvania Association for the Blind, the Boys and Girls Club of Scranton, and Moses Taylor Hospital. Phil was an avid fly fisherman and a member of the Country Club of Scranton’s Hole-in-One Club. Surviving are his wife of almost 50 years, Jane Mattas Christian; his daughter, Marjorie Miller; his sons, Philip III and Clyde; and five grandchildren. We shall miss this loyal Princetonian. The Class of 1941
In my family, when people died either from active duty in the military or unusual circumstances, which is what we liked to call it--through violence, not of their own doing but living in those times, living in Jim Crow South. I think what Thomas Glover wanted to do was, well, from what I was told from other relatives, is that he decided that if he served in the military in World War II, that the conditions that they were living through in Alabama, in the '30s and the '40s, would change and that there would be more opportunity and that they would be given work and that they would be allowed to have the freedom and joy of being United States citizens without harassment, without violence and without being terrorized. In those times, what Thomas Glover Jr. would share with family members is that in order to be safe, you had safety in numbers in Alabama and that you weren't allowed to go to many places after dark. You were allowed to work on the farm, and you were allowed to go to church on Sunday. I think that was a safe haven, our church, Lily Baptist Church in Lowndes County. That was a place where you could go to church all day and you were safe there, but sundown you had to return home, or you could work on the farm. Before the sun was set, you had to be home again. What I'm trying to say is you were allowed to work and you were allowed to go to church, and your social activities included mostly the church. [Editor's Note: Jim Crow laws refer to state and local laws in the South that instituted segregation and restricted voting rights of African Americans during the era that spanned from the end of Reconstruction to the mid-20th century.]
DS: Uncle Mack enlisted. Again, with my family it seemed to be a tradition going back to World War I, whenever there was a call to duty, so to speak, they would answer that call. With Uncle Eddie Mack, again, he wanted to serve, but what I did learn from him and I remember when he would return, during certain times, when he was still on active duty, he would not share every detail about his service in Vietnam. There were some things that I could tell that he decided that were best kept in secret. We used to have a saying that there are some things that you share and there are some things that you take to your grave and he basically did just that. I guess because I was so young, in elementary school, and it wasn't appropriate, it wasn't age appropriate, for me to have that kind of information about the Vietnam War, which at the time, was not a popular war. I know he was very sad when the war ended and he returned home because he didn't get the kind of honors and the parades. I guess he felt that he returned home, but he returned to a different home. When I say home, I mean his home country because the sentiment at the time was that, as a nation, we lost the war. Uncle Mack and a lot of his military brothers and sisters returned home, and I won't call it disgrace, but they returned home to an environment that did not welcome them as military men and women who served in Vietnam. On the other hand, we had family members who when they returned after World War II, or even William Baldwin returning from World War I, they came back with the parades and the family picnics and the cheers and the applause. That's something Uncle Mack did not have.
Of all my father's brothers and sisters, [Eddie Mack] was the first to pass away, and that would've been 1998. That was followed by his baby sister, Aunt Erma Shuford Quarles, who had cancer and she passed away in 2010, and then my dad, five years later, in 2015. For my grandmother to see her son pass away after serving in Vietnam, that was very hard for her. Uncle Eddie Mack passed away in '98, and my grandmother passed away in 2002. She did take it really, really hard, and I guess, rightly so, anyone would. It's hard to lose a child, and that's not the way it's supposed to be and that's what my grandmother shared with me. She was so proud of Uncle Eddie Mack and his service in the military. She was very proud of that. Also, my Uncle George Shuford, who is still with us, also served in the military, and so she was proud of her sons who served in the military. I think when I reflect on Uncle Eddie Mack, I think his story is probably the most tragic of all. Not so much Thomas Glover, Jr., because we all know that that was a surprise attack at Pearl Harbor. With Uncle Eddie Mack, I think the tragedy is that he survived in Vietnam and then he died on the road here, home, in Michigan, so therein lies the sadness. He didn't die in active duty, and he did not die from Agent Orange. He died from a collision, an auto accident.
My brother also said at the University of Minnesota--and my brother was recruited as a football player, so he had to leave early. In those days, you couldn't fly out of Newark because they didn't have the flights, so you had to go to LaGuardia [in Queens, New York]. At LaGuardia, I remember my dad asked him, "Do you have your card, your Selective Service card, in your wallet?" just a checklist of things that he needed. Then, my brother told me two years ago that--and this is when he was in the hospital at the University of Minnesota after I had donated the stem cells to him--he said to me, while he was a freshman at the University of Minnesota at Morris and then later in Minneapolis, when he transferred to the Minneapolis campus, this is during Vietnam, this is '72, and he was freshman, there would be tables with military men recruiting. Also, he said that he thought that they also checked with the university regarding students who didn't have their Selective Service cards. I don't know how they did it. He didn't give me all the details, but my brother said that he knew then that my father was right, that he had to carry that card, that if he were called, he would have to leave the football team, leave the university and he would have to go to Vietnam like Uncle Mack. He said he was prepared to do so, because that's how we were raised and he knew that if that was his call to duty, that was his destiny, he would have to do it. My father, the whole time my brother was in Minnesota, I think my father thought that my brother would be drafted, and so that was another conversation.
My son, who graduated from the School of Arts and Sciences here at Rutgers University, has his Selective Service card in his wallet to this day. He's now in the United States Army Reserves. Now, he has the Selective Service card in his wallet, his driver's license, and he also has his Department of Defense ID that he carries with him. Today, he's at McGuire-Dix on duty. I hope I didn't go too far off from Vietnam. 781b155fdc