Davis took a job as assistant director of special events for the
Los Angeles Times
in 1954 and became the director in 1960, responsible for the countless charity athletic events staged by the newspaper, including, for 20 years, the NFL Pro Bowl Game. He married Harriet, a war widow, on April 17, 1953, and they have a son, Ralph, as well as her son, John, from the previous marriage.
Davis retired from the Times in January 1987 and moved from North Hollywood to a condominium just off the 6th tee at the La Quinta Country Club. He's an eight-handicap golfer whose partners number such neighbors as former President Gerald Ford. Bob Hope, Don Drysdale and George Blanda. Davis is, as publicist Cahill wrote so many years ago, "a happily married man." He is also as affable and approachable now as he was shy and withdrawn years ago. His modesty is genuine, not feigned, and he would as soon talk about his newspaper days as he would the football years. But he has not been forgotten. "It's amazing, but I still get at least a half dozen fan letters every week. People send me cards and clippings and magazine covers—Doc and I were on the covers of both Life and Time—and they're people of all ages, too, not just of my vintage. After all these years, that's really something."
They march shoulder-to-shoulder across the broad West Point Plain, past the monuments to Ike and MacArthur, past the stark granite Gothic buildings that nestle between the green hills and the silvery Hudson. The Army band is playing an incongruous medley of Over There; Jesus Loves Me; On, Brave Old Army Team; Onward, Christian Soldiers; and Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here. It is, in fact, quite a gang Glenn and Doc are marching with in the alumni parade at this Homecoming celebration.
Major General (ret.) George S. Patton III, son of Old Blood and Guts, is beside them. And in their company are General Roscoe Robinson, Jr., the Army's first black man to achieve four-star rank, and General Sam S. Walker, superintendent of the Virginia Military Institute. The alumni ranks are led by 85-year-old Major General (ret.) Charles E. Saltzman, class of 1925. a brisk and humorous man who walked up to Glenn and Doc before the parade and announced. "I'm going to tell the coach to put you two boys in against Lafayette today."
"Well, if that's the case, you must not like us very much," replied Doc.
The parade comes to rest before the glowering statue of Colonel Sylvanus Thayer, "The Father of the Military Academy." A bugler blows Taps and Saltzman places a wreath at the feet of old Thayer. The Academy Glee Club sings The Corps:
Grip hands—though it be from the shadows—
While we swear as, you did of yore, Or living, or dying, to honor
The Corps, and the Corps, and the Corps!
Harriet Davis watches her husband, dapper in a brand new trenchcoat, stand roughly at attention through this ceremony. "You know," she says, "I don't think there's anything Glenn has ever accomplished that he's prouder of than graduating from West Point."