"LOOKIN BACK"

FOR THE PAST seven issues of the MAGAZINE, we have been "Lookin' Back" with you, and have devoted the ruminations of this column to a kalaedoscopic picture in retrospect of the activities of the Class of 1915 during its active undergraduate days.

There was, we freely confess, a deliberate purpose behind these semi-aimless wanderings into the shadows of the pastthe thought that we might rekindle in the minds of all '15ers whose memories might possibly have grown dormant in the passage of years, a renewed interest in those days from 1911 to 1915, to the ultimate end that a greater number than ever before will return to Hanover for the 25th Reunion this year and renew in person these many events lifted from the past.

And so, while we are still Lookin' Back, let us also Look Forward—definitely to June 14, 1940.

We don't admit to growing old. Far from it!

But 25 years out of college certainly puts a person into that blissful and satisfying frame of mind which finds its fullest expression in that very human salutation, "Do you remember when.

And there is no place in all the world where such a greeting strikes the responsive chord that it does in Hanover!

There are dozens of regular reuners to whom these words are not addressedthey'll be there anyway. They've been there for the 5th, the 10th, the 15th and the 20th and in between, and they'll be there 'til the last white line is crossed and the last roll call is answered, to get the metaphors properly mixed up, and they form the nucleus upon which a Reunion Chairman always starts with.

But this year, our 25th, we want more than that.

Chairman Bill has been working hard for more than a year to dig out every possible attendant who ever called the Class of 1915 his own, and he's done a great job. We want everyone we can getlet's overflow a couple of dormitories and make the College scramble to find quarters for us.

So this letter is really addressed to those who have never been back, or who have not been there since the map of Hanover has been changed as greatly as our boyhood recollection of the map of Europe.

We all realize that geography alone accounts for the absence of a sizeable percentage of the class at reunions, for Dartmouth men just do roam 'round the girded earth, but there's something about a 25th which puts the mind to work on ways and means to make that one anyway.

I drifted into Hanover last June (geography is good to me) and a dozen or more 'isers in the same frame of mind just naturally converged in one spot. We reuned, planned and reminisced. But we particularly took time to browse around 1914 headquarters (their 25th), and we found that those in 1914 who were back for the first time, or after a lapse of many years, were the most enthusiastic. They enthused over the new buildings, the new equipment, the literally new topography which is modern Hanover, but beneath it all, their real enthusiasm was based on discovering that the passage of 25 years hadn't changed in the slightest degree the spirit, the friendship and the pleasure of greeting those whom they had not seen for (whisper it!)—a full quarter century.

Many of our best reuners didn't graduate, for varying reasons, but they call Dartmouth theirs, and '15 is their class. Many, after a year or two with us, found that their talents were directed into fields which Dartmouth did not then cover, and followed their bent with courses elsewhere. Yet today, they feel the call of Hanover, and are regular attendants at our reunions. If you ever were a member of the

Class of 1915, you're a '15er, and we want you there on June 14.

This 25th is to be a reunion of those other days—let's get away from today's days and forget the headaches of the present for three days of living over those better days of 25 years ago. It will be the best tonic vou'll ever take!

The success of a real reunion is to fall back into the days of long ago and bury yourself in the events of that period. This has been the purpose of these seven installments of undergraduate days and what they meant to each one of us. Time changes fortunes and other things. As the old song had it,—some are way up in G and some are not—but the only 25th Reunion of a lifetime is the time to live only in undergraduate days. Maybe you are out ahead in the race for dollars, maybe you're just catching up, or maybe you skidded a little. But there's something besides gold in "them thar hills" of Hanover. Think it over.

These are the members who, a year ago, answered Bill Huntress's questionnaire as to their probable attendance in June:—it's by no means complete, it may not be accurate today, but it expresses a desire to be there. If your name isn't on it, it should be; if it is, be sure you make every effort to carry out your plans. But—on June 14, 1940, we want this list to be quadrupled to make 100% attendance: Davison, Clarke, Bowler, Budd, Cumisky, Folan, Hitchcock, Lamson, Mason, St. Clair, Sherman, Waugh, Gibson, Guest, Johnson, Pearce, Tower, Leon Williams, Shrimp Williams, Bradley, Burt, Clough, Monheimer, Rose, Sheldon, Sterling, Wanamaker, Hutchins, Llewellyn, Loomis, Ferguson, Griffith, Livingston, Swenson, Healey, MacPherson, O'Day, Page, Parnell, Poor, Simpson, Kent Smith, Aronowitz, Augie Atwood, O'Hara, Richardson, Stevens, Adams, Alexander, Fuller, Reynolds, Rice, Rothery, Bennink, Low, Huntress, Pray, Tobin, Mullin, Wanger.

And so— Where Oh Where are the pea green Freshman— Where Oh Where are the gay young Soph'mores— Where Oh Where are the drunken Juniors— Where Oh Where are the grand old Seniors— Where Oh Where are the staid Alumni— ALL OF THEM SAFE AT LAST IN HANOVER June 14-16, 1940 '15 UP