1938

Ten years ago, almost to the hour, our last Green Key weekend was in full swing. The fact that comprehensives were just around the corner did nothing to dull the gala affair. It was quite a year—an undefeated football team; league championships in basketball, hockey, baseball and lacrosse; a Carnival with no snow and a winning ski team. (Do you remember, too, the peace meetings that we at tended and the pledges we signed never to fight in a war unless the continental United States were invaded?) They were great days, those years from '34 to '38. We saw Dartmouth Hall burn—and both goalposts down in the Yale Bowl before the end of that memorial game in '35. Those were the days of Thirty Eight—the largest class that had ever entered Dartmouth at that time—and one which, Dame Rumor was disposed to say, had more people on probation at one time than any other class had ever had.

How about coming back to the scene of the carnage? It looks as if we will have well over two hundred people—not counting wives back for the big doings in June. So hitch up the old family nag and come on back for the fun.

There are a few things of a more serious nature that we need to do during Reunion, too, providing anyone can get out of the sack earlier enough on Saturday morning to attend the class meeting.

For one thing, the Treasurer will make a report, and if it's as good as the one that Clarke (Benchley) Mattimore made a couple of years ago, it alone will be worth the price of admission.

Bob Reeve and his Class War Memorial Committee will have a report to make, with suggestions on how we should honor those of our class who gave their lives during this past war. I hope that everyone will have given it some thought by the time we convene in Hanover, for we will need to take some action on the matter, and it's not something that any of us wants to rush into in an uninformed manner. There are two principal questions: how much money should we raise for this purpose, and how shall it be used? If you have time before you leave, write your ideas to Bob Reeve at 3611 Bell Blvd., Bayside, L. I., N. Y.

Another thing we need to do is elect some officers for the next five years—a secretary, treasurer and an executive committee. WrightMallory, Dan Marshall and Ross Borneman comprise the nominating committee. They will have a slate of nominations drawn up at the meeting, but in the meantime, they'd like to have any suggestions that anyone has to offer. Send your suggestions to Wright Mallory, 753 Madison Avenue, New York. It is anticipated that the seven-man executive committee will be elected on a geographic basis, so that each part of the country will have some representation on it.

There may be some other business that ought to be attended to, also, but I can't think what it is just now. I think that the class movies will be shown at the same time, and anyone who has not seen Johnny Mercer's death-defying leap from the roof of the Deke House won't want to miss seeing it.

The Reunion Committee has a wonderful affair lined up. Mostly we will be able to sit around and visit—there will be plenty of beer at the tent—and breakfast, too, right there, as I understand it. There ought to be a little singing, so get your vocal chords in shape for some good harmonizing.

I was in Hanover the other afternoon. If you haven't been back in the past ten years don't worry about it's having changed any. It hasn't, and X doubt that it ever will. I sat out on the Senior Fence watching a ball game for a while, and without any strain at all it was possible to feel that it was May, 1938, instead of May, 1948.

This is getting to sound more and more like an ad for the Hanover Inn, so I'll knock it off. But I trust you get the general idea. Come on back for Reunion—you only live onceand you know there's no more pleasant place on earth than Hanover in June.

Before I close this column for the last time, let me say thanks for your letters—when they came—and most of all, thanks for putting up with my chatter when there wasn't much legitimate news.

SEE YOU ALL IN HANOVER ON THE

PIPE DREAMS: Both Halsey Bullen '37 and son Halsey Jr. look mildly contented and like an advertisement for the latest Sherlock Holmes pipe.

Secretary, 4 School St., Concord, N. H. Treasurer, Suite 701, 609 South Grand Ave., Los Angeles 14, Calif. Class Agent, 240 Bronxville Rd., Bronxville, N. Y.

THIRTY-EIGHT'S TENTH REUNION JUNE 18-19-20