1935

The original copy of the following, preparedfor the June issue, was lost in the mail and thecarbon copy which was then forwarded toHanover arrived too late for inclusion, in thatissue.

Here then, with our apologies, is the monthof June—ten years and more, later.

Well, this is it: this is the month when all of us, oldsters and youngsters of the Class of Thirty-Five, were to have gathered in bacchanalic abandon on the Hanover plains to commemorate the passing of one decade since we broke our clay pipes on the stump of the Dartmouth Pine and meandered off into the proverbial wide wide world. The word meander seems apt in view of the way our paths have deviated from the plans we had made, particularly so during the past five years.

"Where, where, are the Grand Old Seniors" of that alternately fair and rainy June morning of ten years ago? The entire issue of this journal probably wouldn't suffice to set forth all we'd like to put down as a chronicle of the various and vicarious activities of the members of the class. We haven't that space of course, nor have we all the complete factual information we'd need for such a record. But we do have the following to report:

Capt. Arthur L. Flinner has been awarded the Soldiers Medal for heroism not involving actual conflict with the enemy in Normandy, France. On July 13, 1944, a fire accidentally started at one of the gun positions of the artillery battery commanded by Captain Flinner, igniting and causing the shells nearby to explode, endangering the lives of all within a radius of 600 yards. Captain Flinner, who was not present at the time, was summoned, and immediately and with complete disregard for his own safety, procured several buckets of water and entered the conflagration repeatedly. When the fire was completely extinguished, Captain Flinner carried to a safe distance from the battery area all remaining unexploded ammunition which was still smouldering.

The veteran Troop Carrier Group to which Capt. Richard C. Potter Jr. is assigned has been cited by the 12th Air Force for outstanding achievement in the China-Burma-India Theatre of Operations, Captain Potter is now entitled to wear the Distinguished Unit Badge. Last April his Troop Carrier Group, stationed in the Mediterranean Theatre of Operations, was suddenly ordered to fly to the support of Allied Forces battling the Japanese in the Imphal Valley, India, and the Myitkyina area, Burma. Seven days later the big twin-engined C-47 transport planes of his group were delivering the needed supplies where they would do the most good. The group is now back in the Mediterranean area, starting its 27th month overseas. The outfit was cited because of the proficiency and heroic self-sacrifice on the part of each member of the expedition—ground and air personnel alike—in accomplishing almost impossible feats under the most hazardous conditions. Lowell Haas seems to be able to keep a Winchelllike eye on everybody and everything that goes on, in and through San Francisco. In lieu of an orchid, he merits a Thirty-Five Fir Cone for recording and transmitting the following:

Here are a couple of items that might interest you: Bill Mann of our esteemed class recently went through San Francisco enroute to his battlewagon in the Pacific, where as an ensign, he will no doubt direct the assault on the spot where the Sun Rises. He was processed through the paper work channels by one Lt. (jg) Herb Van Doom, who has since also received his orders to "Go West, Young Man, etc." Lt. Johnny Bell, USNR, recently flew west' from here enroute to be an Admiral's aide, and I had lunch with him and his wife a few hours prior to takeoff. Saw Lt. Ted Harbaugh, USMC, among the list of passengers on another one of our westbound planes recently but didn't get a chance to talk to him. I'm still with Naval Air Priorities here, loading NATS planes destined from here to the Pacific fronts.

Having but recently returned from surviving a V-E MINUS ONE DAY (7 May) in New York where we saw enough paper fluttering through the air to give a street cleaner nightmares, we were highly intrigued to have a sizeable blue U. S. Army Postal money order flutter out at us when we opened the following letter, dated 20 April, from Capt. Morrie Heller:

Greetings from France. I hope that next year at this time I'll be able to personally bring my Alumni Fund contribution to good old Hanover. Things look good over here, and our spirits are high.

Earl Arthurs was in town in his capacity as sales manager for the Bearing Division of P. R. Mallory & Co., Indianapolis, and your UncleReg Bankart and this scribe introduced him to a luncheon delicacy known as Rum Pie while he told us of seeing Bud Steinle in Detroit, Bob Collins in Chicago, and CharlieNaylor we've forgotten where; he had heard from that master military medico Bud Childs whose activities in the Pacific, as they will surely be recounted at whatever reunion we hold to take the place of the one we're missing right now, will hold you and you and you spellbound. Earl also came up with not only the complete address of one of the so-called missing-links of Thirty-Five, but also the telephone number, to wit: Lloyd R. Maxwell, Maxwell Mfgr. Co., Paoli, Penn., Paoli 2099; so now if someone has a nickel we'll learn just what the old "Duke" has been up to these many years.

Weighing in at 7 pounds 8 was Richard Alan Burnkrant, born 30 April to Bea and Gene Burnkrant, somewhere out in Wisconsin, the postmark being bleared and we being remote from our record book.

Writing from the Headquarters Squadron of the Second Marine Air Wing, out in youknow-where, Milburn McCarty says:

Forgot to tell you in my last letter that in Honolulu I also saw the ex-campus politician and erstwhile Chicago ad executive—Bo Kreer. I was coming out of one of the officers' quarters at Ewa Air Station when Bo's booming voice pulled me up short. He, it turned out, was a lieutenant of Marines, and I was indeed glad to see him, as it is rare that I bump into old friends who are now in the Marine Corps. Most of the Marines I become acquainted with are, it seems, either old time career Leathernecks or young Birdmen who were getting out of grammar school about the time we finished at Hanover. Bo said he had left his family at home and came in a year ago. He's with an aviation unit, and is scheduled shortly to go westward to less comfortable places than Honolulu, T. H.

Can't tell just where I am now, except that I'm several thousand miles from where I last wrote, and that We are getting ready for some new business.

Well that about does it. We're "carrying on" where we are instead of meeting for two or three delightful Hanover days and then getting ready to go home while the die-hards mouth over a few more bars of some forgotten chant and the committee tries to decide whether it was Ferry or Roundey, or was it Conathan or maybe Dick Sleep, who broke the piano that second night, and besides what do we prove in knowing who broke the damn thing: the important thing is that it's broken and we've got to do something towards having it fixed;.now the class records show that when this same thing happened at our Fifth, and it was probably the same damn piano that Childs or was it Bill White or one of the Spechts, broke then, why we paid fifteen dollars to have the damn thing fixed, so let's do that and charge it to the money we would have spent for balloons for the kiddies if some of you frigid old bachelors hadn't made us cut that expenditure out when we met in New York to plan this three-day rat-race; let's do that 'n' have another beer and go home. All in favor, say "AYE."

Secretary-Chairman Bureau of Aeronautics, Rm. 2N55, Navy Dept. Washington 25, D. C.