New Year's Greetings From A.I.D.

HE IS A TALENTED VERSIFIER, butthat is incidental to the exercise of other talents in his job in Hanover as executive assistant to President Hopkins and secretary of theAlumni Fund Committee. He is Albert I. Dickerson '30. Weekly issues of his Bulletin, mimeographed and without benefit of pictures orslick paper, are prized by the select mailinglist of several hundreds of class and alumniclub officers, class agents, Alumni Councilors,and other key workers in Dartmouth's farflung and efficient alumni organization.

The following sentiments, headed: "OurHopes for 194} for You, for Dartmouth, andfor V" accompanied the early January issueof The Bulletin, composed by its versatile editor.

WE GREET THE NEW YEAR full of hope For freedom's gain, and enough rope To those who seared the world in hate And in it's rage now read their fate. And, never loath to imitate Sullivan, Joyce Kilmer, or the Pope We loosely rhyme, with goodwill great, In lines that, may they limp or lope In verse form well beyond our scope Yet bear, to thee, and thee, and thee, Best hopes for 1943 From us (The Bull, and A.I.D.) For you, for Dartmouth and for V!

(For anti-climax prize, we hail: "For God, for Country, and for Yale")

The choicest garlands from the Elm Endow the brow at Dartmouth's helm: Loud may the Big Green praises pop For him we know and love as Hop. Cheers too—the fustest and the mostestFor Prexy's helpmate, Dartmouth's hostess. For Ann, and Ensign John Rust Potter We bless the hearth of Hoppy's daughter: A wah-hoo-wah for grandsons lusty For Martin Hopkins and for Rusty.

Hail, all who wear the Green on khaki In Africa, and on Tulagi. With pride we chant our greetings loud To Colby Howe and Bob MacLeod, To Connor, Iglehart and Blethen, All leathernecks who scorch the heathen. To Chippy Semmes and armored son A Nazi goose, not too well done. To Riflemen Bolte and Durkee

A cheer for basting Rommel's turkey. All Dartmouth men in Franklin's fleet From gob to captain, praises greet. A flame in Dartmouth hearts will burn In memory of Charlie Stern. To Airmen Eaton and Carruthers Greetings—and four thousand others.

A cheer, impertinent and fearless To Richardsons, Big Jim and Cheerless. May measured coolth and rationed hunger Avoid Al Foley, Dow and Unger. We, unrepentant, greet the wayward Secretary-General Hayward, And roguishly embrace the wrong Exampled in Dean Robert Strong. May candid phrase and contract skill Still fill the days of Gordon Bill.

For Neidlingers—gals, Pudge and Trot Be New Year's fortune not forgot. To Neef, Armbruster Francis Joe A lot of joy, a lack of woe. MacCallum lank and Schlossie spherical: A New Year gay if not hysterical.

For Stearns and Messer only seek Such blessings as were named by Greek. To Edgerton, Don Barr, and Norton To Conant, R., and Dr. Horton, To Gooding, Porter, Olmsted, West, Widmayer, C.,—we wish the best. To Proctor, Hull, Frey, Murch and Keir To Scarlett, Skinner—all good cheer.

To Coburn (Miss) and Hancock, too, The thanks of him whose work they do. Commander Coyle and Captain Tanzer: Anesthetize the Nip and Panzer! For neuro-surgeon Captain Heyl "Sieg Heil"—were puns and heils in style. Intelligencers Hurd and Diller: Out-cerebrate the Axis killer! For Private Cobleigh on this day The Halls of Montezuma play.

Let not with undue thorns the path Be strewn tor French profs boning math. In physics labs, ungird the heart For harassed profs of Greek and Art; But this is war, Professor Murch So praise the Lord—and pass the birch!

We welcome, on our sea of snow The Navy—Lads! Look out below! Let's pipe aboard the College Hall The Skipper, students, gobs and all; A campus hornpipe, if you please, For Captain Briggs' indoctrinees.

Milk and honey, all that's good To Barbara and Harvey Hood. All that's good and scads of money To Chairman Atwood—skip the honey. Our loudest greetings, meek yet lusty To every gent entitled Trustee. Our warmest wishes loudest chant To Rockefeller, Gile and Grant. To Cutters and aforesaid Hoodsies All the best in worldly goodsies. May tax and ration fail to pinsch Orr and Ruggles, French and Minsch. (To Sullivan, we add a dash Of daffy versifier Nash) Blast misfortune, banish bane, From all the clan that's hight McLane.

To Carl F. Woods, to Tuss McLaughry The novum annum's richest dowry. To Dartmouth's foundling, Corey Ford The boon of classmates' high regard. To all the Larmons—Sig and Russell, Kath and Kitty—tidings hustle. To Hubbells—offspring, Jack and Ruth A nifty '43, forsooth.

To Frank Drake and to Gulf garages A wistful glance—they're just mirages. To Sterlings, "hats all in the ring," The best that '43 can bring. To C.H.S. of '79

We only wish the superfine. To Harry Gilmore, C. McDavitt Our praise—well may they have it. To Abel, Castle, Brown and Oakes To all the other Dartmouth folks; To Mackey, Huck, Rourke, Knibbs, all Perry's To Geller, Holton and Bud Walls A '43 that's just the berries A '43 that never palls.

With Reynolds, Frank, of '89 We mull a mug of warming wine. Greet Reynolds, James, of 'go's corps: No man has youth or humor more. To Orsi, Lanes and Timbers three The maximum of jollity.

For Sheldon, Seney, Frederick, Tindle Some extra thermal units kindle. To Montross, F. and Hotchkiss, Gene An extra gill of gasoline.

From brimming cup, we down a snootful In tribute to the Horans fruitful. Greet Philip Sanford Marden who's Majestic in both mien and prose. To Parker Hayden, Spider Martin All blessings that are good and sartin. To Cunninghams, both Bill and Don, Fitzgerald, H. and Remsen, John MacMannis, Bert and Thurber, G. The utmost health and wealth and glee. To Pritchard, R. and Loudon, pink, The utmost good that we can think. For Baldwin, Moore and Flanigan We hope God does the best He can. For Louer, Weymouth and MacFarland We lovingly entwine a garland. For Pleasants and George Maurice Morris We gaily lift a doch-an-dorris. For host at Hotel View-of-Mountain One empty room to Dodge around in. For Soldier Ford and Peggy Sayre Proximity to make life gayre. Endow with goods surpassing need All Emersons of Dartmouth breed. To Mathes, Inc. and each relation The joys of pin-point carbonation.

To Ensigns Foley, Cohen, King To Palamountain, too, we sing, To Zimmerman, the Loot. Commander Lieutenant Osgood, Ensign Chandler Lieutenant Smith, all boys in blue And to the lads in khaki, too. To Wainwright, French, and Rauch, Lieutenants

And Horn and Denny, wave the pennants Hail, mighty midget, Major South Who lays the eggs on pigboats' snouts. Ex-roommates Low, McClellan, Troy We wish an increment of joy.

For Woosters, let's remove the cork And toast their double-barrelled stork. To Lizzy, Phil, and Johnny Peck We pledge in bubble-water, sec. To Chilcote, Shultz, Borella, Cole Let's elevate the flowing bowl. For Haffenreffers, Carl and Carol, Pete and Ginny, roll the barrel! To Bowes, to Burns, to Meyer, (Pooch) We pledge a toast in festive hooch. McDonough, Jeremiah, Faust

The Tangemen, Elas—give a roust! To Celie and the guy named Warren A mausoleum to stow their car in. To Bassett, Richards, Scribner, Bowlen, Four beds of roses just to roll in. To all the brood, both clean and dirty, Our love to all the class of '3O.

May Doc O'Connor through many a day Eschew those rooms where doctors play. To Warren Kendall, Arthur Cohen, Ben Ames Williams, Carl M. Owen, Thurlow Gordon, Leslie Snow, Coulson, Mason, Johnson, Low, To Abbott, Embree (nicknames: Bill); All Wheelockmen, our beakers fill!

Now friends, if we have missed a man It is because his name won't scan. Each auld acquaintance we'd fain include (More friends to say our verse is good) But, be your view we shine or smell, We everlasting wish you well; And if you blindly think we stink, Your just reward the New Year brink.