Bet you can guess who this is:
...comtemporaries of mine had begun to disappear into the dark maw of violence. A classmate killed his wife and himself on Long Island, another tumbled "accidentally" from a skyscraper in Philadelphia, another purposely from a skyscraper in New York. One was killed in a speakeasy in Chicago; another was beaten to death in a speakeasy in New York and crawled home to the Princeton Club to die; still another had his skull crushed by a maniac in an insane asylum where he was confined. These are not catastrophes that I went out of my way to look for--they were my friends; moreover, these things happened not during the depression but during the boom.
Thought ya could. It's F. Scott Fitzgerald (Princeton '17 dropout), as quoted by Malcom Cowley in Exile's Return (Penguin Books ed. 1994).