I was, in one sense, named in the '40s yet, in another, I was named at some ill defined point in the past, possibly mid 18th century. My name is the end of a line of alternating Davids and Jamesses(? I refuse to stoop to the apostrophe s plural, even with this level of provocation!) passed on from eldest son of eldest son to eldest son of eldest son in leap frog fashion. I did once work for a company that was thinking of fielding a bowling team named Dave. We would all have worn bowling shirts with Dave stitched over the cigarette pocket and Dave embroidered in large glowing letters on the back.