1942
In keeping with the season, things are lean this month. My self-maligned filing system, after a frantic search, yielded up not one letter from a classmate. Come, come, gentlemen, this is hardly the way to play the game.
One bright spot in an otherwise unrelieved picture is the fact that Dick Lippman, on leave from his advertising duties and ex-officio chores at the Dartmouth Club of New York, one day last month (Sept.) tracked me down in Hanover. In the course of a high-powered chat with him, I learned that he is once again plotting a 1942 soiree at the Dartmouth Club of New York.
At that early date, he was a bit hazy about the exact timing of this shindig, but indicated that it would be scheduled sometime in the vicinity of the Columbia-Dartmouth football game, which is to be played in New York November 5. Your best bet is to check with the club for more exact details.
Not only has the epistolary output been light this past month, but '42's, undoubtedly settling down for a long winter at those office desks, were a notably scarce species on the Hanover Plain. The unruffled Lippman was the only species note and banded.
By now, as you have cleverly guessed, college is once again in session and I, for one, find it somehow sobering to reflect that the senior class bears the advanced numerals of 1950, while the freshmen carry the even more futurized 1953 symbol. For perhaps the first time since pre-war days, campus shenanigans are beginning to take on a genuinely adolescent flavor,—what with fights over beanies, freshmen parading around yelling valiantly, "T'hell with '52," and the like.
Also, for the first time since my post-war residence here, the foliage, through some set of chemical reactions I don't at all understand, is approaching the unparalleled magnificence one associates with New Hampshire at this time of year.
While we're on the subject of Hanover, I might well hasten into print with an apology to Doc Martz. In listing the Hanover residents, 1949 census, last month, I completely omitted his name, in my bumblingly gracious way. He is, however, very definitely one of us these days, and is situated at the Mary Hitchcock Memorial Hospital as a member of our not-inconsiderable medical corps. From him I had news of two of his former Crosby Hall roommates, Dick Duncan, now a lawyer in Newport, N. H., and long John Brill, who earlier this year passed the New Hampshire bar exams but who hadn't at the time of my last conversation with Doc, decided just where he was going to hang the shingle.
Now, my conscience somewhat salved, to the clippings and news gathered by the office force of this MAGAZINE. In my manic search for any letters I did find, in an old shoe box, some clippings I received last spring from the ALUMNI MAG. Here they are, aged properly.
On June 14. Mr. and Mrs. Charles William Pickells Jr., of Plandome, L. I. announced the engagement of their daughter, Miss Ann Carter Pickells, to Wilmer Coffman Dutton Jr. The clip says a July wedding was planned.
In the same category, on May 9, Mr. and Mrs. Gerald J. Hansen of Merion, announced the engagement of their daughter, Miss Patricia Edith Hansen, to Francis GardinerFlint Bridge. A really delayed bit of information, which I think might have been mentioned before, is the marriage of Miss Margaret Helen Thompson, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Sydney D. Thompson of Bloomfield, N. J., to Richard E. Rughasse, in Ceylon, India, February 26.
On May 21, Miss Claire Barbara Stoncer, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Stephen J. Stoncer, was married to Robert Joseph McLean at Riverdale, N. Y.
The Elizabeth, N. J., Daily Journal, edited and published by Robert C. Crane, was the recipient in June of the top award for general excellence among 800 dailies in a contest sponsored by the National Editors Association. Bob accepted a gold trophy emblematic of the award at a dinner at Salt Lake City, Utah.
In a mimeographed note accompanying his annual plea for class dues (don't do what I did last year and forget them until the last minute), my able colleague, one J. Harriman, takes issue with my nomenclature, "the Hanover Plain." I can only say loftily in rebuttal that if he ever took geology (I didn't, by the way), our carping treasurer would understand the derivation of the term, to say nothing of Lake Hitchcock.
A more recent batch of clips tells me that Edward F. Moody Jr., former college traveler (that has an ominous sound in these days of witch hunts) for John Wiley & Sons, has been appointed an associate editor for the firm's educational department. The only other clip, one of August 19, says that Alfred H. Bisson is now flying cargo clippers—airplanes, I presume. Don't say for whom or where, so you guess.
More or less recent visitors to the Inn here, none of whom I saw, have been Mr. and Mrs.Bert Englert, Air. and Mrs. Stew Asimus and Mr. and Mrs. Phil Brooks.
That's it, men. How about making December note-writing a happy chore for this small man. Just drop a card, weighted with a large clinker (so I can't lose it) to the address at the head of this column.
Secretary, The Claremont Eagle, Claremont, N. H
Treasurer, 357 S. Orange Grove Ave., Los Angeles, Calif.
