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When I remember that FIS year， the beginning，<br >I think first about the night Leafy and I stopped in Geneva<br >on our way to Chamonix. I was still in the Army and hadn t<br >made the FIS team， though I was on the Garmisch ski<br >patrol and was able to make most of the races on the<br >European circuit. But Leafy had done the best of the Amer-<br >ican men in the World Championships of the F~d&ation<br >Intemationale de Ski， and people were beginning to talk<br >about him as a coming champion.<br > Georgiana Brown and Anne Patterson had gone down<br >to Chamonix on the train with Mrs. May and the rest of<br >the American girls. Leafy and Brown and Anne and I<br >weren t a foursome yet. I still didn t know Anne very well.<br >Most of the top girls had men racers who acted as private<br >coaches--to keep their equipment in shape， advise them<br >on waxes， help them train on the courses， and after a race<br >tell them the mistakes they d made. Leary did this for<br >Brown， and early in the season Anne had had something<br >of that relationship with Ernst Hochner， a big country boy<br >from Lech. He spoke no English except a phrase he d<br >picked up somewhere--"Let s go， bay-beel"Eand Anne<br >wasn t the kind to learn any more German than she needed<br >to draw her racing number; so when they were together he<br >would silently hold her hand， and it was embarrassing to<br >see a kind of pulse beat in his eyes when he looked at her.<br >He hit a tree and broke himself all up before the FIS， and<br >the last I heard was that he would probably never ski again.<br > It was almost dark when Leary and I came into Geneva，<br >and we stopped at a clean little hotel on the left bank of the<br >lake. The manager was offended because we wouldn t take<br ><br >