Edward M. Elliott ’62
Ned died Dec. 20, 2016, surrounded by his family at home in San Francisco, after a long battle with cancer.
Ned came to us from New Trier High School. He majored in chemistry, graduating with honors in 1963. He set Ivy League records in both track and cross-country, dined at Tiger Inn, and roomed with Ron Rogers, Olin West, Bill Carr, Al Zink, and John Cadman.
After Princeton Ned served in the Navy in Vietnam, later earning an MBA from Harvard. In 1971 he married Marion Rech, who was also studying in Boston.
Ned began his career as an investment banker in New York City, moving with Merrill Lynch to San Francisco after five years. His son Nicholas was born in 1983 and Edward in 1988.
In 2002 Ned retired from his own investment-banking firm for health reasons, still doing nonprofit consulting and playing golf. A Giants baseball fan, Ned enjoyed skiing with his family at Lake Tahoe and running at Ocean Beach with his dogs. He proudly supported his sons in their endeavors. Friends knew Ned as a man of sterling character and unflinching honesty.
The class extends its sympathies to his wife, Marion; sons Nicholas and Edward; sister Joanne; and cousins, including Ord Elliott ’66.
Paw in print
March 2026
Mascots across generations; biome breakthroughs; international students make new plans.
1 Response
Comments
Bethany Coleman Atherton du Val d'Epremesnil
1 Month AgoRemembering a Spirited Colleague
I worked with Ned whilst at Prudential-Bache in Los Angeles. He would fly down from San Francisco and blast through the doors of our offices like a long legged, wayward scirocco, a confident yankee in the jungle of southern California. He did not walk, he flew, angled forward like a human Concorde. Barbers didn’t seem to be of interest to him; it appeared as if he clipped his own hair with his fingernail clippers. Time was of the essence, barbers’ chairs impeded progress. Ned exuded energy, he had a wry sense of humor, I loved his story of his “illegal” motorbike as a freshman and the stick he found traversing the lateral cartilage of his nose when he woke up in the bushes. Laurence of Arabia “does” New Jersey, a boisterous savant, Ned was fresh air in the often stilted atmosphere of investment banking. He was the Errol Flynn. He was the Edward M. Elliott who could turn a sow’s ear into a silk purse (I won’t mention the name of the corporation!). I regret his untimely departure. This planet needs the kind of spirit Ned shared.