1936

The blizzard of '47 is still the subject ofconversation here in the East. And "unusual" heavy rains or parching drought havekept the Westerners talking. For most of us,however, the weather is not much more thanan inconvenience. But take a guy like RoilyHastings. He lives off the land—out in Calistoga, Cal.—and is at the mercy of the elements. Writes Roily:

"The weather here has been fantastic for the

past month—daytime temperatures in the 70's, with frosty mornings and no rain. The drought is very serious over the entire state; and unless rain comes soon, all of California's crops will suffer considerably—to say nothing of the city people who will be short of water this coming summer.

"I haven't even been to town for the last six weeks to get a haircut, as I am in the middle of lambing and working 12-16 hours a day, so that you can have lamb chops on your table this spring 'and summer. In addition, I have just gotten in 80 acres of barley and have 16 acres of prunes to prune and spray in the next month or six weeks before they start to bloom."

And while we're on the subject, wonder how farmer Jim Clark is making out at E.K. Farms, Orford, N. H. Our hunch is that at the moment, he's snowed in—and under.

fust received Chapin Leinbach's newest address—Arabian American Oil Co., Dhahran, Saudi Arabia.

Thanks to Ed Drechsel for a swell postgrad digest—as interesting as it is complete:

"Since leaving school in 1936, I've worked six years for Standard Oil of New Jersey, one here in New York, the other five in Venezuela. The last five years have been spent with the U. S. News weekly news magazine published in Washington. Three of those years were spent in Washington, covering the State Dept. and White House; the last two years we've spent in London, covering political and economic news in the U. K., Ireland, a bit on the Continent, and Empire affairs. Right now we're back in New York for ??? (I don't know whether to say months or years.)

"I've done a fair amount of traveling. While in Venezuela, I made side trips through Colombia and Ecuador, and through the Guianas, including Devil's Island (really lies des Saluts), the English collective name for three small islands near Cayenne, Fr. Guiana. I spent several interesting vacations in Trinidad, which was a sort of seventh heaven for us when seen from Venezuela. I took an accounting job (much as I hate math or anything connected with it) in order to get the Venezuela assignment, then switched to industrial relations, ending up as I.R. foreman in the company's largest producing district.

"In Washington I wrote Latin American articles, and foreign affairs and military stories the latter part of the war. Incidentally, I ran into Boyce Price in the White House one day, both of as coming up with a start and 'I know you.'

"After the war, we went to London to open a European office for the U. S. News, but that idea ended up with a completely new magazine, WorldReport, dealing exclusively with foreign affairs. What with the present inability to distinguish between what is domestic and what is foreign news (Marshall Plan is the best example), U. S. News and World Report recently were merged into a larger magazine. Whether we'll go abroad again is a question, largely tied to when and where we'll want Johnny (aged three years, seven months) to go to school. I married Mary Alice Leary of Chicago, DePauw U., in Venezuela in 1942. Johnny is a man without a vote, i.e., a Washingtonian. He is losing his British accent now, acquired during our stay in London.

"Despite the difficulties of life over there, mostly housing and food, we made some swell friends and are looking forward to going back at .least for a visit. We had a little British car and pushed it over practically every pass in Switzerland last year. Aside from mountains, the car ran well. Also got into Belgium, Luxembourg, Italy, Austria and Liechtensteinm and France (including covering one Foreign Ministers' conference there, and the Chapultepec Conference in Mexico City in 1945, which I forgot to mention above). Dave Fox visited us last summer in London; otherwise I have come across practically no Dartmouth men.'

Here's another chap from whom we haven't had direct news for a long, long time—Herman Nunnemacher, who writes:

"I'm always about four ALUMNI MAGS behind the times, so only the other day read the Commencement Address by Justice Jackson on 'How to Get Along With the Russians.' Was quite amazed at the man's apparent sound and conservative views. He seems to have changed considerably since his liberal-leftist views of the New Deal days. Have passed the article around from shop employees to butcher to hamburger stand operator. It's made a lot of money' for Dartmouth; none of these people could believe that an Alumni magazine would have such high-class editorial matter. Maybe it belongs on the news-stands.

"Remember that peculiar instrument—a zither— I brought along to the sth Reunion? Well, I'm still at it, and next Sunday our local Zither Club presents a concert. Marches, waltzes, mazurkas, polkas, etc. I play the last chair in the second zithers (there are 12 in this group—plus guitars, mandolins, cellos, violins and bass). I'm still lousy, but it's lots of fun, and we sound surprisingly good for amateurs Am still at my old job of division manager at our Galland-Henning Mfg. Co."

From Hal Palmer:

"Since May, I've been on the road as an auditor for Chevrolet, traveling all over the damn country. I got home last weekend for the first time in 12 weeks, after being out to the west coast and back. . . . . The other morning as I was going out of the hotel here in Saginaw, I ran into Jack Stiles. I had only time to say hello, and he was going back to Detroit that day. Other than that, I haven't run into anybody else in such a long time that I seem to have lost all contact. If you see any of the fellows around New York, give them my regards."

Mario Guerrieri is an aeronautical engineer with Transcendental Aircraft Corp. in Wilmington, Del Henry Mayo has been appointed Third Assistant District Attorney in the Salem, Mass., area.

The following letter from Jacko Morrison is included here, at his request:

"The formal campaign for the payment of class dues ended January 1, and your Treasurer at this time does not wish to compete with the current Alumni Fund Drive. However, I would like to report to you through Norb's column that receipts so far this year are less than either of the two previous years, and to remind you that the Class fiscal year closes June 30.

"I would like to thank all you fellows who sent in checks for your support and co-operation. And to those of you who have not yet paid dues for the current year—a check, at any time prior to June 30, for $4 or $14 for the next four years, would be most appreciated. The Class of 1936 asks your co-operation in this matter. Best wishes and many thanks to all." (Signed) Jacko.

Let's pitch in and clean the slate—by sending the jack to Jacko And say, how about writing?

A 1937 FAMILY TO BE PROUD OF: The Austins, Briggs and Alice with their three tow-headed offspringMike, age five, Brian, age three, and nine months' old baby Ellen—offer proof-postive that "Life can be beautiful" ten years after graduation.

A CHEERFUL '37 FOURSOME: Left to right, Latta McCray, Jack Devlin, Art Ruggles and Rog Allen.

Secretary, 4 Sunset Drive, Scarsdale, N. Y.

Treasurer, 15 Broad Street, New York 5, N. Y.

Class Agent, 74 Castlebar Rd., Rochester 10, N. Y.