1932
Joe Carleton's first Newsletter of the Current season was welcome except in one particular. That was Joe's announcement, which will cause real sorrow among the members of our class, that George Pettengill, supply officer aboard the , has been listed as missing in action in the Pacific area. Joe's tribute to Pet I could not hope to match, nor will I try. But any of us who knew Pet will have our own silent tributes to pay, tributes that will match in intensity, if not in eloquence, and in heartfelt sincerity, if not in written words, the feeling of loss which Joe has expressed for us. To his wife and his parents goes the deepest sympathy of Pet's classmates. God rest that merry gentleman whom nothing could dismay I
From Robert the Hoz, at Camp Forrest, Tenn., with an AAA Group: "At the moment I am functioning on the staff of an anti-aircraft artillery group, and due to leave for overseas someone of these months. It is a change in life, from having been a soldier, or commanded soldiers—and now being on the staff and thinking for them. It has its advantages and opens a new side of the Army for me. My respect is still for the lads who do the work. But staff has its necessary place. I work the S-2 department."
From Bud Hubbard at Camp Reynolds where he is a first lieutenant AUS and has been spending the last ten months: "It's nice that Camp Reynolds is only seventy-five miles from home—Cleveland, Ohio, where, by the way, I have a new home address, 1305 Euclid Avenue. I have command of a company here— this being a Replacement Depot—and the main job is outfitting men and giving them some training prior to boating. We take care of the service forces only at present. Find myself wondering what will happen after I complete my year's assignment here. Hope I'll get into an active branch. Lived for a while in the guest cottage at the Owsley farm near Youngstown, and the last report I had of Chuck Owsley was that he is a captain in the famous Bth Air Force and doing all right for himself. May his work increase! I'm sure Brother Schicklegruber is unhappy about the whole affair. My last word of Lt. Carl Ward is that he is an instructor in anti-aircraft artillery height-finder's school, Camp Davis, N. C. That may be old news, but in the Army it's hard to keep up with changes."
From Capt. Handy Auten, Assistant Wing Surgeon with a bombardment training wing at Will Rogers Field, Okla., "It's been so long since I saw anyone from our class that I can't remember wlio or when since Bob Dickey and I left the School of Aviation Medicine at Randolph Field, early last March. Since the end of April I've been with various light bombardment outfits. Let the stuffy, the hidebound, have their B-17S and B-24S and larger unmentionable ships; we can do just about anything they can do and a good many that they can't in our A-20S. In my present job I do mighty little medical work, but indirectly I guess there's quite a bit after all, because I help to get the medical sections of the several organizations under the jurisdiction of this wing ready for combat—that is, I keep track of their training, personnel selection, who are (or can be made) physically suited for the jobs they must do, and of their medical supply problems. One thing makes me kind of unhappy though. Here the Army has gone and spent a lot of effort, time, and money, getting me trained to be an Army doctor, while I continue to sit here in Oklyhomy instead of going off and doing some of the things I've learned about and that I keep telling other Docs how to do. I flit about the country in planes, writing report after report of what they need to do to handle their jobs right, but do I get to try out some of the things I teach? No. And it grieves me. When I am old and grey I don't want to have to admit to my great-grandchildren that I fit the Battle of Oklahoma and none other. My work is interesting and, I hope, useful, and I do get around an awful lot, because our outfits are scattered all over the southeastern part of the country, and maybe some day, if I'm very lucky, I'll get over to do some fighting myself."
From Chuck Hall, of WPB, at 3082 S. Abingdon St., Arlington, Va., Chuck having become chief of the Drop and Upset Forgings Section of the Steel Division, WPB, as of Jan. 13: "My family joined me November 10, and we have a dandy two-bedroom appartment in Fairlington, Temple 4656. We would love to hear from any of the gang passing through this madhouse. Red Tucker now wears a uniform. Early in January he was sworn in as a lieutenant (jg), and is temporarily with the Bureau of Foreign Finance which ought to be easy for him., He says he expects to go to school again soon. Had a nice Christmas card from Lt. Dutchie Wollaeger in New Mexico. He and his wife and daughter have a very nice spot down there. Swander, Pearson and I attended the midwinter smoker of the Dartmouth Club of Washington late in January. 'Twas fine."
And to conclude with a bang, this V-mail letter from Capt. Sunny Foley, now in Italy:
"Don't stop the presses now to say that this is from Sunless Italy. Have been over here awhile now, and can't truthfully say that it's heaven. After our sojourn in Africa we, of course, can be expected to take almost anything. Italy may be a land of culture and the place I read about in Ancient History, but I'm afraid that I'll confine my activities to a place they call the United States as soon as this thing is over. Have just received my copy of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE for November, so thought I'd drop a note. Men of Dartmouth are scarce in my partcular area. Wish I could open up and tell you what I want to, but censorship here is really strict. The news sounds good and with good luck we hope, or I hope, to be at our Fifteenth. So long and good luck, Sunny."
To Sunny, Chuck, Handy, Bud, and Bob, both thanks and congratulations on the work they are doing, and doing well, after the manner of all members of the class of Thirty-two. Give Class Agent Bill Morton and Newsletter Editor Joe Carleton the earliest and best help you can. Expect some raw weather and wet feet in March. Turnips may be left in the ground a little longer; when dug up they will be found to be very sweet and nice.
BENJAMIN B. HILL '32 is now a Lieut, (jg), USNR.
Secretary, 178 Prospect Ave., Princeton, N. J. Treasurer, 7 North St., Old Greenwich, Conn.
