1920

The sovereign State of New Hampshire inaugurated itself a pretty nice governor on January 6. Your Roving Reporter presented his credentials at the desk of the Eagle Hotel that morning; munched a doughnut and gulped a cup of coffee between snatches of conversation with the incoming incumbent's fascinating sister, wife and daughters (with a casual nod to the Gov himself) ; and then settled himself on a window sill of the legislative chamber in order to observe the proceedings with a critical eye. You will all be glad to know that Governor Sherman Adams played his part throughout the occasion with dignity, sincerity and aplomb.

Another Sherman Adams—a flower-grower down Boston way—had decked the girls out becomingly in orchids, and Sherm himself cut a handsome figure on his march to the Capitol in cutaway coat and homburg hat. The homburg created a mild sensation in local gossip circles, because it represented, in its break from the high-hat tradition, the first of many ruptures of hallowed custom which Sherm is said to be dreaming up. They tell us that even before he took office he was on the job often at seven in the morning and that his lights were among the last to go out at night on Concord's Main Street.

It is an all-Dartmouth administration that has taken over in New Hampshire. Recent graduates Perkins Bass and Dick Upton preside over the state senators and representatives respectively, while Johnny Carleton (of our time) officiates unofficially in the background, keeping a kindly but watchful eye on developments generally. Sherm's inauguration speech was a corker. He talked for better than an hour and everybody liked his serious tone, embellished once in a while with a twist of Yankee humor. If not an out-and- out reformer, he proposes very definitely to clean up the least savory of the governmental messes; and he makes a mighty good case for thrift, integrity and high purpose all along the line. "Virtue," says Sherm, in effect, "is a safer basis for tax collections than vice."

Although the State House, Concord, becomes the official address for the Adamses, they will be living during the gubernatorial term at 6 Ridge Road. "They" means Sherm and Rachel and whatever gals happen to be around, inasmuch as sixth-grader Samuel prefers to remain in Lincoln, in the care of a housekeeper. "Concord," says Sam, "is too flat and does not have good hills for skiing and winter sports in general." Incidentally, when the young man posed last November with his mother for a four-column shot in the Manchester Union, he was wearing one of Jim Campion's Dartmouth sweatshirts. Came Inauguration Day and the ConcordMonitor in its turn wanted a picture of the whole second generation tribe of Adamses. This time a prolonged search ran Sam to earth in outgoing-Governor Dale's radio station, before he could be snapped with his three charming sisters, Marian, Jeanne and Sally. Marian, it will be remembered, is now Mrs. William Freese of Pittsfield, N. H.

Paul Richter, recent addition to Concord's growing population, was likewise included in the inaugural throng. Paul has word of Ted Bliss, the man who made Monkton, Md„ only a stop on the road to Sarasota, Fla. "The saying is that every man has his price," wrote Ted in a letter to Paul, "or I should still be the squire of Monkton. The price, plus a yearning for the southland, brought us down here a year ago last May. We sold the Monkton property, sold another near Palm Beach, and came across to the West Coast for a look-see. After nearly a year of renting, looking, studying the local sichiashun, we bought a tiny place and started various small enterprises. One small landscape business led me into a connection with a very large nursery, where, in really tropical surroundings, I hold forth as Asst. Mgr. or some such title."

Additional note from Florida: William P. Kelly, secretary of the Class of 1886, sends us the welcome word, as reported by the St.Petersburg Daily Times of December 30, that Ken Fenderson, vice president and general counsel for Florida Power Corporation, has been appointed by the American Bar Association to serve on a committee to survey the year's developments in the field of public utility law. And another Florida sojourner, Honorary Classmate H. S. Baketel Senior, has been doing some sleuthing of his own in St. Pete. He speaks of Charlie Hill as "Florida's best known travel tycoon," says he is "pleasantly plump and doing a wonderful business; the same genial chap of college days, taking much interest in the St. P.-Dartmouth Club."

We gather a note here and another there from Sherry Baketel the Younger. He got over to Northport, L. I., when Tom Ainsworth's stepdaughter was married December 22 and reported "the old Doc bearing up under the strain remarkably well." Sherry also passes along the glad tidings that GingerBruce is out of the hospital.

The mention of Ginger gets us back to New England again and to a recent dispatch from Nahant, Mass.: Born to Phillips HRoland H, son of Mab and Bung Roland (Massachusetts' Gift to Orchids) and wife Patricia at Salem Hospital on January 6 a daughter, Robin Anne. "Grandparents doing nicely," so the bulletin reads. A couple of other fond grandpaws will be especially glad to get the latest dope on each other. Jim andMary Robertson have their first grandchild, a girl born January 8 and named Joan Kimball. Her mother, who was Jane Robertson, is now Mrs. Luthene A. Kimball of Cape Cottage, Me., and the paternal grandparents are Mr. and Mrs. Fordham B. Kimball of Longwood Towers, Brookline, Mass. From down Annapolis way comes Tommy Thomson's news that his daughter Mary has a total of four daughters, with the recent arrival of twins who already aspire to the class of '68 at Smith. Mary's sister, Barbara Anne Thomson, who was graduated from the University of Maryland and also from its Hospital School of Nursing, was married in the Naval Academy Chapel January 29 to Lt. (j.g.) Harold Lamb, U.S.N., an Annapolis graduate in the class of 1945.

Here's an assortment of items from hither and yon in New England. Bun Harvey's big son Bob became engaged on New Year's Eve to Janet Crapo of Muncie, Ind., a senior at Connecticut College for Women HalBernkopf is building himself quite a summer place on Martha's vineyard. Wife Liz is writing increasingly distinguished book reviews, which may or may not pay for the summer place Rog Pope now has a string of wholesale plumbing establishments extending from his native Swampscott to Roxbury and Salem, Mass., and up into Nashua, N. H. Rog is something of a Rotarian, as is also Mugs Morrill, assistant treasurer of the Boston chapter Al Cate has just rounded out his 17th year as an aeronaut Ben Ayres (in case you're passing through town and want to swing a niblick) is the new first vice-president of the Worcester Country Club The Governor of Massachusetts, at a December meeting with his Council, appointed Bob Mulcahy Assistant Income Tax Director for the State. Our own Al Foley did some early winter traveling, which carried him eventually (just out of curiosity) to Foley, Ala Southiuick Sportswear, which has existed almost from the moment Dick left college, is still thriving as a wholesale establishment in Boston George Macomber (Jot down this address if you think you should) has bought the rather famous Professor Henry Muzzey property at ao Lovewell Road in Wellesley, the same including an intimate theatre, stage and all, and dancing space to accommodate at least fifty couples.

Fiftieth birthdays to be commemorated with due decorum in March are those of Bill Shea on the 10th, Hersh Chandler on the 15th, and Paul Weil on the 18th. Paul, as very good luck would have it, is also celebrating his 25th wedding anniversary on March 28.

Secretary, Blind Brook Lodge, Rye 17, N. Y.

Treasurer, 1 Windmill Lane, Arlington 74, Mass.

Class Agent, Box 315, Hanover, N. H.