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me to work with him at the Texas Education Agency, where he was en-
gaged in checking the history books submitted for adoption. We shared
an office and ate lunch together for two weeks before the fall term
started. Midway in the second week, Dr. Webb suggested that we eat at
the Night Hawk in South Austin. I could tell by his nervous manner
that he wanted to tell me something, and I was pretty sure what it
would be. He selected an isolated booth away from the other tables.
After squirming for a few moments, he asked, "Have you heard any-
thing about me lately?" I confessed that some news had traveled all the
way to the Land of Enchantment. Squirming for a few moments more,
Webb finally blurted, "well I'm in love, just like a school boy."
Webb explained that he had known Maury and Terrell Maverick for
many years. When he had had to attend a function in San Antonio, on
an impulse he had invited Terrell, now a widow, to accompany him. He
had enjoyed the evening so much that he had invited Terrell out the
next time he had to be in San Antonio. From then on, he needed no
excuse to seek out the company of the pert, lovely Terrell Maverick.
Now he wanted to marry her, but he had to make sure that his daugh-
ter, Mildred, was self-sufficient. When asked what I thought, with tears
running down my cheeks, I told him how proud we were and how de-
lighted I was with his decision. Walter Webb and Terrell Maverick mar-
ried on December 14, 1961, in an Episcopal church in Fredericksburg.
When I was appointed assistant dean of the College of Arts and Sci-
ences in the summer of 1962, I received word that Webb wanted to see
me. Knowing his disdain for college administrators (although many
were his personal friends), I approached his office with some trepida-
tion. Sure enough, he fixed me with a frown and asked rather brusquely,
"What is this I hear about you joining the brass-collar boys?" I admitted
my transgression, but added that it was only an assistant position. He
stared for a moment and then smiled with the admonition, "Make sure
that you don't go any lower."
During the winter of 1962, Webb talked with his friend Senator Er-
nest Gruening of Alaska about the possibility of teaching as a visiting
professor during the summer at the University of Alaska. This would
be a second honeymoon for him and Terrell. Of course, he received the
invitation, but he was distressed to learn that Mrs. Webb's doctor ad-
vised her not to accompany him because of a heart condition. Webb
spent the summer of 1962 in Alaska without her, but he did describe
the frontier conditions he found there in a series of daily letters to Ter-
rell and articles that were published in the Austin newspaper.
I never told Dr. Webb that the dean of the College of Business and
Social Sciences at the University of Alaska had asked me if I would be
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