Grover F. Powers. In memoriam.

There is a law of the conservation of energy or matter, and a law of the conservation of spirit. Grover Powers' immortality is in our transmission to students and their students and their students' students of the cultural heritage. he received from his forebears and preceptors and transmitted to us. Eloquent memorials have been presented* by Edward Wakeman and Herbert Miller before the Pediatric Travel Club and the Association of Pediatric Department Chairmen respectively, and by Ernest Caulfield in. Pediatrics.' I have chosen as a theme for this memorial what might be called Grover's "Guide for the Perplexed." How would he have counselled us? His w.ritings and quotations have been used freely-some of you know, he was a poor sleeper who read widely during his wakeful hours. He was a humble man who in his lifetime heard the citations for the Borden Award, the Howland Award,' the Kennedy International Award,. the Yale Medal. These praised him as master teacher, master clinician, strong supporter of research, effective friend of the mentally retarded and their families. In 1947, he had called members of the Borden Award Committee to reassure himself that there had been no mistake in the. news, that friendship hadn't clouded the judgment of the award committee. He quoted E. A. Robinson: I am not one who must have everything, I was not fated to have everything, One may be wise enough, not having all, Still to be found among the fortunate. Respect we bore him for his clinical acumen, affection for his gentleness and sensitivity, admitation to the point of adoration for the quality of his spirit. He truly tried, each day, to live according to the Golden Rule of Leviticus 19:18-"Love thy neighbor as thyself," and with no distinction between rich and poor, black and white, "high" and "low" born. Moral leadership, "the moral force of personal example," was his greatest gift to us. Repeatedly, we ask what Grover would have done, what would he have advised us in his nondirective way in these our times of