1932

This month's mailbag, while it cannot be said to have burst its seams, makes up in quality what it lacks in quantity, and I am pleased to lead off with a V-mail letter from Capt. Ed Judd in the steaming jungles of New Guinea, where he wields the machete more often than the scalpel, but is prepared for either contingency. The übiquity of Dartmouth men, if it needed any further demonstration, is proved by Ed's report on the gramophone tune which beat on his ears just as he was writing his letter. Sez Capt. Judd: "This note is prompted by the recent arrival of a copy of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE addressed to George Sayre '34, and secondly by the sudden blaring out of 'The Backs Go Tearing By' on a recording machine evidently owned by the ack-ack outfit just across the river from my tent. As soon as I can locate a pontoon or raft I will go over to see who the fellow-alumnus is over there. We are hacking out the Guinea jungle and setting up a tent hospital. More brawn than brains in this medic racket, I guess. I am now a mean hand with a machete. My tentmates are laboring over the proper drainage of a slit-trench in this constant rain, and I do mean rain! I came over on the same ship with Joe Bennett, but have not seen him since Australia. Where is Hosmer? Regards to anyone you may see."

To answer Ed's query, Capt. Hosmer is with the Hq. staff of the (censored), A.P.O. 638, N. Y. C. Classmates who find time to drop either Ed or Bob a line can get Bob's or Ed's address by writing me or Alumni Records. Thanks to Ed for his report, and I hope he gets a copy of this issue.

Good news comes in from Peg North with respect to two males in her family, one aging, one brand new. Says Peg, "I pass on a few vital statistics for what they're worth." The statistics: Born March 5, 1944, in Glens' Falls, N. Y., to Peg and Jim North, a "new little guy" named Charles Peters. North. Charles's big brother just turned three, March 12. In order that neither of the North boys will get mad and go to Harvard instead, says their ma, some notice had better be given of Charlie's arrival. "Scarcely second in importance these days" is pa's promotion to major in mid-March. The gold maple-leaves were welcome, says Major North's wife, adding that the Major is stationed at Patterson Field outside Dayton, Ohio, winding up some kind of job having to do with aviation fuel. When the new baby is old enough, Peg and boys will return to Ohio, and good luck to them and that old campaigner with the new mapleleaves.

For the past twenty-one months Warren Hallamore has been attached to an air squadron, Atlantic Fleet. Having served variously as Personnel Officer and Administration Officer, he is now Executive Officer of the Squadron. Says he, "It's about time for me to be transferred. I'm most keen on aviation and wouldn't swap duty in any other branch of the Service. Strangely enough I have no desire to return to the states until after the war. What I think of often is a farm near enough Hanover so that I can get into lectures and the library, after this is over." The pattern of this particular aviator's dreams is familiar. I am willing to bet that a New Hampshire farm figures prominently in many a Dartmouth man's "foxhole fantasies" these days.

News comes in that Cpl. Olin Porter of the Army Air Force is to marry Alma S. Cleveland of his home town of Beverly, Mass. The Corporal, to whom our congratulations go out most heartily, is currently stationed at Laughlin Field, Del Rio, Texas.

Rog Hofheins has been appointed field technical engineer for Willys-Overland Motors, which means that he will represent the company in all government field tests of jeeps, scout cars, and other military automotive equipment. Rog is a good choice. Inventor of the Aqua-cheetah, and former president of his own Amphibian Car Corporation in Buffalo, he has spent the past year as Naval technical adviser in the South Pacific.

Lt. Stan Yudicky AAF was transferred early in March from Truax Field, Madison, Wise., to Lawson General Hospital, Atlanta, Ga. There he has been training for overseas combat duty with a surgical unit. By this date he may be en voyage, as the French sailors out it

Reading the Alumni Notes a while back, Paul Leach was pleased to see that Chuck Hall might be a neighbor of his out in Arlington. A check-up revealed that while Paul and Chuck lived in the same housing development, they weren't exactly neighbors. Reason: the mammoth size of Fairlington, Defense Homes Corporation's apartment project. Chuck and Paul are prety nigh on to two miles from each other. When Fairlington is complete, writes Paul, it will contain about 3500 dwelling units, housing a small city of 15,000 people. What's more, Fairlington adjoins another apartment development which provides living quarters for about 6000 more, and which is called Parkfairfax. To get any one of those apartments you need a priority, and there are many service people, as well as government workers and lads like Paul who are being reclassified as to draft status from 3A to lA or 2A. Paul is 2 A until August. After that, qui en sabe?

But big buildings no longer astonish Brother Leach, for since April he has been working in the far-famed Pentagon Bldg. Still with the Association of American Railroads, in the Military Transportation Section, Paul's bunch are liaison between the Armed Services and the railroads. About ninety per cent of the time, Paul is in charge of the 4 P.M. to midnight shift, but is too busy to sit back with feet on desk and look like an executive. On the night shift his desk is the cortex where all phones meet, and he spends his time answering the multiple jungles, saying, "He's not here. I'll leave a message for him and have him call you in the morning." This, says Paul, works about half the time. But the apple of Paul's eye is his two refrigerator arrangement. One comes with his apartment, the other he brought with him and had set up in the basement. The pair of them should hold, thinks Paul, enough iced beer to get him through another Washington superheated summer.

Closing on this beery note, and with many thanks to Paul for an insight into LIFE IN WASHINGTON. I remain your New Jersey Correspondent, who cautions you that your onion sets shou'd now be well along and that your check for the Alumni Fund would help put our ordinarily lagging class in the coveted lead. Airmail your contribution to Airmail Morton.

Secretary, 178 Prospect Ave., Princeton, N. J. Treasurer, 7 North St., Old Greenwich, Conn.