The Great Gray Plague
BY RAYMOND F. JONES
There is no enemy so hard to fight as a dull gray fog. It’s not solid enough to beat, too indefinite to kill, and too omnipresent to escape.
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DR. WILLIAM BAKER WAS fifty and didn’t mind it a bit. Fifty was a tremendously satisfying age. With that exact number of years behind him a man had stature that could be had in no other way. Younger men, who achieve vast things at, say, thirty-five, are always spoken of with their age as a factor. And no matter what the intent of the connection, when a man’s accomplishments are linked to the number of years since he was born there is always a sense of apologia about it.
But when a man is fifty his age is no longer mentioned. His name stands alone on whatever foundation his achievements ha
