1922
Mary Ann, 13 years, and Catherine Sawyer, g years, daughters of Stan and Catherine Miner of Ridgewood, N. J., are the winners of the contest announced in the June issue. Their joint letter showed research ability and tenacity and the prize of $2.50 in War Savings stamps has been sent to them.
Betty (Mrs. Joe) Perkins responded to the June notes with a friendly newsy letter that carried me back to the old Southern House days in Boston and the swell-elegant fried chicken that was served there. Joe and Betty and their four youngsters, Judy, Debby, Joe Jr., and Anne, live in Salem where Pop is assistant steward of the Danvers State Hospital. Betty confides that Joe is pretty good at "calling" square dance numbers.
Sterry Waterman was toastmaster at the 100th commencement exercises of St. Johnsbury Academy in early June. In addition to '22's famous Vermonter, other guests and speakers at the exercises were Prexy Hopkins and Bill Cunningham. As these notes go to press we do not have final word as to the results of the Alumni Fund campaign which ended on June 30, though other columns may carry the final standing. From recent information, however, comes the word that the 1922 record will be very good—a tribute to Jack Dodd as class agent in his first year. It is with deep regret that we tell you of the death of Dalton M. (Brownie) Brown during May. Other comments will be found in the necrology section. The sympathy of the class is extended to his wife and children.
Following is a "V" mail letter from John McKoan which should prove to be interesting to all of us. He also wrote a "V" mail letter to Gene Hotchkiss which will be quoted in the column later on if space permits.
Dear Andy:
Somewhere in N. Africa
A wah-hoo-wah for you, boy. Yesterday I'd just put a letter in the box to Gene Hotchkiss asking him to let you know of my promotion, and in came the mail orderly with your welcome letter. I'm glad the class got a kick out of my Xmas letter too. My outfit has been functioning of late and many of the Tunisian wounded have been through my tents. Have the tents in an excellent site. I picked out and was able to get—officers' and nurses' tents in a small grove, which has been swell the last few days—they've been scorchers.
The nurses are a grand bunch of soldiers too— and the feminine touch they give the area is good for us all—especially the patients. Of course they add problems with wide ramifications to an other- wise male situation, but all in all soldier as well as men—sometimes better. After seeing practically nothing but Arabs and veiled women since Thanks- giving time, it sure is a treat—even to the pink thing-ama-jigs, blue what-you-calls, etc. which they hang on the tent ropes to dry. Two of my medical officers are from Dartmouth. Capt. Dick Bell of '32 and Lt. Hank Mayo, of '37 so we've given a bit of green to Charlottesville. And from somewhere today, from Shangri-La or elsewhere, a few cases of Coca-Cola came in for the hospital—first I've seen in a year—we got some ice ana cooled it in a G.I. can and then gave it to the pateints—boy did their faces beam and the grins would have done your heart good. So it goes—we are able to buy a small chocolate ration and three cartons of cigarettes each month, plus chewing gum—so we are doing O.K. More fresh meat is arriving which is boosting morale (first twenty-one meals I had after landing were Vienna sausage—period. I stop at every third word Andy to swat at these damned dive bombing flies—if you miss they swoop in and torpedo you. Sonny Foley, Class of '32, is near me in an infantry outfit also. Well Andy I must tend "to some British patients so will ring off for now. Remember me to all the class and tell 'em we are doing all right. And Dartmouth still in town. COL. JOHN W. MCKOAN JR.
Ralph Totman is now a first lieutenant in the Army Air Corps and presently is stationed at a southern field.
Recent peregrinations of your secretary included a visit with John Dana at his office in the British Ministry of War Transport. John is an old Furness Withy man on loan to the British Ministry for the duration as office and personnel manager at 25 Broadway, New York. A little later a luncheon date with Stan Miner and Jack Dodd, and then in late June a glimpse of Bob Burgess lunching at the Dartmouth Club in New York.
Did any of you take movies of our Twentieth—either color or black and white? If so, please let me know. For that matter, I'm interested in still pictures of that week-end and I'd appreciate word from you.
The next issue is to come out in October. So long till fall!
Secretary, 1837 Arlington St., Bethlehem, Pa.
