Our Own Class Notes 19
Secretary, COREY FORD
OUR PERIPATETIC CLASS OF 19— is' able to report what is probably the coldest Class Reunion in Dartmouth history. It was held in the middle of Alaska, and was a sort of Army Air Forces reunion, as a matter of fact: our own Class (100% attendance as usual) was augmented by the presence of Capt. Bob ("Sourdough") McKennan '25, Major Gail Borden '26, and Sc. Lt. Robert Leske '41. The temperature was seventy below zero, and it was so cold that instead of pouring a hooker of Scotch we just peeled the glass off the bottle, sliced the quart into thin strips, and ate it like sausage.
Maybe our class is understandably prejudiced toward pilots, anyway; but our experience out in the combat theater with the men who fly our fighters and bombers, in the face of the Japs and the fabulously foul Aleutian weather, convinced us that they are doing a pretty historic job. You realize the responsibility of the home front toward these men; and you wish that the strikers and absentees in our defense plants, and our business-as-usual-businessmen, and our labor leaders and Farm Bloc leaders and conniving congressmen and Black Market patrons and all the rest could take a trip over Kiska in a bomber just once, and see what these men in the Air Forces go through every day
Maybe it's because our class is air-minded that we got a special kick out of the formation of an A.A.F. Dartmouth College Unit, now in training at Nashville, which we believe to be the first of its kind in the Air Forces. Our entire Class of 19— rises as one to congratulate this Unit, and wish them all the luck in the world, and hope they all fly together and all fly home together when it's over.
