Class Notes

Portland, Oregon

June 1941 Frederid A. Fisher '23
Class Notes
Portland, Oregon
June 1941 Frederid A. Fisher '23

WE WERE ALL delighted to welcome Dean Bill April 2. As usual (and this is said in unfeigned disgust) Portland was again made a milk-stop; but we had a well attended dinner at the University Club, having as our guests a number of the leading educators and schoolmen of Portland. Those of the "family" present were John Laing 'O5, King Benton 'O6, Louis Langdell 'lO, Frederick Greenwood 'lO, Irving Rand 'lB, Jack Ross 'l9, Ed Maling '2O, Jack Sercombe '2l, Fred Fisher '23, Ron Honeyman '24, Sam Martin '27, Dud Sercombe '27, Tayvie Taylor '2B, George Friede '27, Arch Diack '29, Jack Patrick '36, Phil McCoy '4O; President Keezer of Reed College; David Hazen, and Dr. Rosenfeld, father of Johnny Rosenfeld, now at Hanover. (Walter Daggatt's father was unable to attend.) Ritchie Smith of California honored us as Ron Honeyman's guest.

Dean Bill, in his usual dour but kindly, blunt but humorous, unaffected but highly intelligent way, spoke on what might be termed "Education for Leisure." I doubt that any representative of an eastern institution, speaking here, has given a more forthright presentation of educational policy in its relation to the well-rounded life than did he; and it was apparent that the schoolmen in particular were impressed with the difference that is Dartmouth, and with the "you don't have to kneel before the lamp of knowledge" attitude which he mirrored for the college. We all swelled with justifiable pride, for him and for Dartmouth.

After a night's sleep Sercombe, McCoy, and Fisher took him for a day's drive through the great gorge of the Columbia, posing him before 620-foot Multnomah Falls up a minor hill to snow at an elevation of 4500 feet; to the Bonneville dam, to let his reel-thumb twitch at sight of great fish-ways, and of sturgeon, trout, and salmon in hatchery pools; past paper and lumber mills, and the bustle in the port of the vast Inland Empire—to re-enter Portland as the Dean read aloud Robinson's

"American Laughter." And so he left us, to go to California where they have more unrestrained adjectives than those used above. May he come again soon.

No need or time now to recount all of our activities for the past year. No fuss or feathers about them, but our monthly luncheons are well attended, we have picnics given over to the usual things in and on the water and on land, an occasional dance, and football rallies as chance permits.