James “Jim” Killough III ’57, P’85, ’88

James “Jim” Killough III ’57, P’85, ’88 passed away on December 2, 2021. Evan M. Drutman ’86 provided this memory.

James Killough, III

1935-2021

            It stands as a monument to his dedication, perseverance, and philanthropy.  The landmarked structure at 242 High Street, Middletown, Connecticut, built in 1893 on the campus of Wesleyan University and home to the Xi (pronounced “z’EYE”) Chapter of the Psi Upsilon Fraternity, has housed student members for over 125 years.  That grand dame of the campus, centrally located across from the office of the University president, has served daily meals, hosted meetings, seminars, musical and theatrical performances, educational events, and social gatherings for the Wesleyan campus at-large.  And it did so in recent years due to the indefatigable efforts of its de facto chairman, Jim Killough, who died on December 2, 2021, in the Renaissance Care Center in Gainesville, TX, a hospice facility outside of Dallas/Ft. Worth.

That a fraternity would even exist today on the politically “progressive” campus of Wesleyan University is no mean feat.  Much of the credit for its longevity and enduring popularity over the previous 30 years can be attributed to Jim Killough.  He provided the undergraduate members with advice and guidance, sometimes on a daily basis; he helped navigate the organization through the occasional adolescent misconduct of a member; he provided the diplomacy needed for the indulgence of a recalcitrant school Administration; and he had the intuition to admit women members, and to persuade a resistant membership, long before the University mandated co-education in 2014.

Most of all, he had the vision to sustain a traditionalist organization with values largely resembling his own.   Those values were articulated in four broad maxims expressing indisputable virtues which would define the organization and its mission:

  • Service before Self
  • Pursuit of Wisdom
  • Personal Responsibility
  • Virtuous Character 

Those phrases, which Jim labeled collectively as “The Credo”, would become his guiding principles for the fraternity.  In his typical modesty, Jim credited The Credo to someone else: the fraternity’s beloved former faculty advisor and university provost William Kerr; however, few ever doubted its true origin.

James Killough III was born in Albany, NY, on November 18, 1935, to James Killough, Jr. and the former Mary Ann Hunting.  Jim spent his childhood summers in the Thousand Islands, scooping ice cream at the legendary Guzzle on the banks of the St. Lawrence River, a venue to which he would return throughout his life. Like his uncle, he attended Wesleyan, graduating in 1957, and then received an MBA from Harvard Business School in 1959.

He briefly served in the U.S. Army, at Fort Dix, NJ, in Army intelligence, from May to November of 1959.

His early career was spent in advertising:  first, with Proctor and Gamble; then with Dupuy-Compton (now Saatchi & Saatchi) in Italy, resulting in the occasional Italian language expression which would inflect his communications.  While in Italy, he became involved in politics, supporting Republican candidates in the United States, including the presidential campaign of Ronald Reagan, for which he worked upon his return to this country.

He had a second career later in life, improbably as an internet company executive, bringing his business acumen to RunTime Technologies, a New York City-based website creator and internet provider, which was suffering from the .com implosion.

Jim’s first marriage, to the former Sandra Davis, ended in divorce.  It produced three children:  James Killough IV, of Los Angeles, and Sarah K. Dhar, of New Canaan, CT, both of whom similarly attended Wesleyan, and John Hunting (“Hunt”) Killough, of Denver, CO.

He married his second wife, the late Donna Simpkins, in 1984, describing her as the “love of his life”, and moving with her from New York to the Dallas/Ft. Worth area to be closer to her children.  She predeceased him in 2018, following which Jim spoke for the rest of his life of marking time until he could rejoin her in Heaven.  Jim is survived by his three children, his son-in-law, Vishal Dhar, his daughter-in-law, Angela Killough, four grandchildren, two stepchildren, and a step granddaughter.

Until the end of his life, Jim remained committed to the welfare of “The Xi”, as the fraternity chapter is known by its members, reviewing correspondence, and offering the occasional recommendation.  As the fraternity continues its mission and its search for Jim’s successor—someone with his vision and commitment, someone putting Service before Self, someone betraying his Virtuous Character—it will have one advantage Jim never had:

It will have his example. 

 

Evan M. Drutman 

Wesleyan University, B.A. 1986 

Member, Xi Chapter of Psi Upsilon

 

CLASS OF 1957 | 2022 | SPRING ISSUE

Hello classmates, Bob Smith here, and I have agreed to be your new Class Secretary. I’m looking forward to all your emails; the more I get the more fun this job will be. If I can do half as well as Art, I will be happy.

Ed Porter and Lainie are still enjoying life on Heckman’s Island on Nova Scotia’s south shore. He has been retired from teaching for 20 years and finds his time filled with looking after home, fields, and woods. He uses his chainsaw to pile up about six cords of wood each year, to feed the kachelofen that heats his house. I had to Google that one.

Gordon Wilmot writes that he and Marilyn sold their Bradenton, Florida, condo, in one day, and spent this past winter in their Rhode Island home (without the benefit of a kachelofen). In responding to the request for class notes, he came across his Wesleyan 50th Reunion booklet, a great 85-page publication dedicated to the class of ’57, including biographies of most of us. Vic Butterfield is on the cover with a thoughtful charge to the graduating class. Gordon wonders if it has been digitized and resides deep in the Wesleyan Archives. If he finds it, he promises to send us the URL.

John Allison notes the passing of dear friend Sam “Sandy” Bergner. There have been several deaths recently: Claude Brancart, Don Ramsey, Henry Fulton, Rod Henry, Herb Benson, Dave Sanford, and of course Art Typermass. Condolences to all their families and friends.

Also, I learned that Jerry Baker died two summers ago, after a lengthy illness. He was gritty on the gridiron, and a fine outfielder. We once played a round of golf, and he confessed he didn’t let all those rules interfere with his enjoyment of the game.

The pandemic has affected us all, but George Willauer and several friends, including John Parkin and John Chaplick, use Zoom every two weeks to stay connected. Their annual meetings in New York and Princeton have necessarily been postponed.

Speaking of John Chaplick, he has a new novel out, entitled December of the Dark Sun.  The jacket blurb looks like it’s a great read.

Mark Feldman sends two items of interest:  the sad passing of his Wes roommate Jon Altschuler, and in January, he and Mimi Feinsilver celebrated their 20th anniversary together. Mark has finally retired from teaching at Georgetown Law but keeps busy filing amicus briefs at the Supreme Court and with webinars for the Washington Foreign Law Society.

Jack Goodhue and Jane, his bride of 65 years, are both healthy and living comfortably in North Carolina. Because of all the COVID restrictions, a trip to the grocery store has become a major event. He keeps in touch with fellow Tarheel John Corkran ’58, who is a great ambassador for Wesleyan. Jack still writes a monthly business column for Lubes’n’Greases, a print and digital magazine. Give him a read.

Betty and I are enjoying the retirement life on Hilton Head Island. We have lived in the same house for 25 years, which is a record for us. I play a little golf (poorly) and volunteer at the local computer club. I also run the NFL pool at our men’s club.

We used to travel a lot, but lately we have been limited to driving up I–95 to visit our daughter in Maryland. She became a grandmother last year, so you can figure out what that makes us.

This May was our 65th Reunion. Unfortunately, we couldn’t attend. Our granddaughter graduated from UVA the same weekend, and we committed to be there for the occasion. If you went, let me know the highlights for the next issue of Wesleyan magazine.

If any of you gets the chance to visit Hilton Head, please look us up. We can show you places of interest and where to dine.

Until next issue, Bob.

CLASS OF 1957 | 2021–2022 | WINTER ISSUE

This from Sam Bergner: In usually quiet Metuchen, New Jersey, the Bergner household entertained a visit from Bill Fullarton earlier in the year. With some family business to attend to, Bill drove in from Dublin, Ohio­—some 14 hours straight and staying awake through lunch, then arriving “fit as a fiddle” according to Sam. Turns out that Bill’s granddaughter and Sam’s grandson, one a current and the other a future student at Trinity, are Instagram friends. Seems that Bill and the Bergners are still studying, i.e., courses and lectures online. Sam adds, “If only we could remember the material the following week.”

On the move finds John Allison. I had a conversation with John a few months back wherein he told me he was destined for Virginia to be close to family. When I mentioned that this would help him to escape winter, he said, “Not so much, actually, it is (west) Virginia, not to be confused with West Virginia but still mountainous terrain and can get snow.” When John has a new address, it will be reported in the next column.

Heads up ’57, 2022 is a reunion year!

Editor’s note: We are sincerely sorry to report the passing of Art Typermass on October 4, 2021. This was his last update for Class Notes. We extend our sincere condolences to his family and classmates.