Somewhere in the Pacific

FLYING FROM THE MID-PACIFIC down to the historic islands o£ the South Pacific, I came by various relays to this remote spot which is laughingly called by the romantic (who have never visited any island but Manhattan or Staten) a tropical paradise. Well, it's tropical.

Tonight when I was on operations watch, tlie teletype chattered about a quarter to two and I read, "There wHI be a meeting of the Dartmouth Club of (Censored) Island at the Q"sce^,M^s|.immediately. Of course I dashed up there! Lt. John Troster '43 and I gathered and decided a quorum was present. Since Lt. Fred Klein '38 was flying a mission the next day it was regularly moved and seconded that he not be awakened to make a 100 per cent attendance. The messman served grapefruit juice and egg sandwiches. He is not a Dartmouth man—probably Harvard—so we with- drew from his hearing and held our meeting. It wjs decided that photographs would be taken of the Dartmouth delegation, and forwarded to the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, provided our film hasn't mildewed. There being no other business to attend to, and the sandwiches having been consumed, the meeting adjourned. We unite in sending our best wishes to all Dartmouth men we know.