How well does a fellow student know what lies ahead for a contemporary? I quote from the 1941 year book:

Frank must be a specialist as in these modern times he will have no opportunity to indulge in his love of conversation as a busy GP.

These observations were well and truly brought home to me while working with him in a short-staffed, extremely busy casualty at Sydney Hospital in early 1942. I am sure the four dear old ladies he saw were most appreciative of the time he spent with them while I had to give very rapid attention to the huge numbers that piled up. On another occasion, post war, Frank offered me a lift home but stopped twice to see two patients on the way. The very short drive took nigh on two hours.

Throughout his university career Frank was deeply involved with the University Regiment, but strangely enough joined the RAAF in which he served for four years in New Guinea. He obtained his college membership in 1947 and commenced a semi-GP/specialised practice in the western suburbs holding in particular an appointment to the Masonic Hospital. He later obtained an appointment as a physician with a particular interest in respiratory medicine at Sydney Hospital. His practice was indeed a diversified one and included the position of medical officer to the then Bank of New South Wales and to a subsidiary of BHP. In addition he was referee to the Cremation Society.

Later in his career he opened a branch practice in the Moss Vale area and it was here he initially became involved and interested in horse breeding, in particular, having a stud for the breeding of race horses. Later he transferred his interests to Scone where he did some consultant work in addition to running a stud as before, which was his particular hobby and interest. His other great interest was Masonry and he attained the high honour of Deputy Grand Master.

In later life Frank was plagued with poor health, suffering emphysema although I do not remember him as being a particular heavy smoker. It seemed no time at all between playing golf with him at Avondale and his becoming quite incapacitated.

The parking attendants at Sydney Hospital used to drive him to his rooms in Macquarie Street and pick him up at the end of the day as he was quite unable to walk that distance. I can still hear him wheezing his way to the telephone and I believe his waiting room never ran to schedule as he needed to take time out to use his ventolin. He attended our first reunion dinner in 1962 and had made arrangements to come to our reunion in 1986, but he unfortunately succumbed to his illness a short while before that dinner was held. In spite of his complete unawareness of time, he was greatly admired by his patients who were always prepared to put up with a long wait to see him.