Doc Griggs

FOR A GOOD MANY YEARS, until his strength gave out, Doc Griggs entertained almost every student group on the campus by putting on the grandest strawberry shortcake feeds you ever heard about. In May when the Hanover North Country swings gaily into the new and long-awaited summer the thought of crushed strawberries and whipped cream on browned biscuits is most tantalizing to student appetites. A lot of men will remember those parties of Doc Griggs'.

Others, in the circle of Bait and Bullet Club members, will remember the roasting pans filled with partridge breasts, the candied sweet potato with toasted marshmallow frosting, the leisurely evening before a warm cabin fire of good hard wood, the cold ride back to Hanover in the old Hudson, and the thought that has never wangd: "This was one of the finest evenings of my life."

Leland Griggs has always been like that. He has been himself. His personality and influence, given expression in the simplest ways, have profoundly affected many men. In corresponding with Parker Merrow '25, author of the biographical profile on Dr. Griggs carried in this issue, he wrote the following which we pass on to you:

"It is easy for a man who has takenthree or four courses under Leland Griggsto become a bit too sentimental. You driveinto Hanover on a crisp winter morningand you see him walking along a campuspath just as you saw him fifteen years ago.A big quiet man in an old ski jacket andunpressed trousers with the steady gait ofthe hunter that eats up the miles. Youwatch him swing by. As he goes, there goeswith him thousands of hours lecturing anddemonstrating and correcting papers andin conference... .nights in smoke filledcabins over a hot stove....the explosiveroar of appreciative student audiences. . . .Sundays in a tiny chapel with thewinter light slanting through the windows. . . .days on the barren lands with binoculars and camera and notebook... .mengrouped around a dying fire and pipesglowing in the dark... .a keel grates onceon the gravel and a canoe slides off intothe cold morning mist... .blast of a bigrifle and a moose rears and goes down....night before final examination and quickhalf-frantic questions and a slow deliberate voice giving answers and advice andencouragement. ..."

Dartmouth is a college that always needs a man like Doc Griggs.