Although I had ardently wanted to get to know him better, I really did not know Ralph Watkins well. Nevertheless, I knew of what metal he was made: that it was unstainable, incorruptible, and with a luster death can never touch.
Actually, I knew him mainly through just one student who had written a paper for Dr. Watkins' class and asked me to review it for possible errors. Just as I judge parents by their children, I could see in that intelligent student paper the professor for whom it was intended: the uncompromising but loving scholar-teacher who taught his students that only the truth matters and that truth must be served fearlessly if humanity is to deserve the name of human.
-Hilda Wilcox
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