1940
This is the last time around for this college year (we won't be back until October), so you'll forgive the use of this early summer space to put in the first plug for our tenth reunion year coming up. The first planning, committee organization, etc. are scheduled for mid-May. The whole program will be ironed out for the year, pointing to a tremendous, gigantic, terrific tenth one year hence.
This weekend we were happily surprised to find 1940 on top at the annual officers' meetings, described elsewhere in this issue. JackCowan from Buffalo (secretary of Western New York Club) and Scotty Rogers from Cleveland set distance records, Ed Curtis drove over from Portland (he's big gun in the Maine Club) and served as chauffeur in his cream Mercury wagon, Jack Willson and I put away our felt boots and came down from the hills of Vermont, and E. Teare, otherwise and widely known as Brownie, completed the group, the largest attendance from any class. We stopped in en masse to visit with the JudLyons, who, in a rash moment, extended a cordial welcome to all Hanover visiting classmates. We tried to inflict similar visitations on the other Hanover members, but missed the docs, who are hard to pin down, and JackPreiss, who was seen briefly passing in the opposite direction as we approached his hangout at the West Leb airport. Jack Cowan left early to maintain his reputation as Rahar's oldest habitue, Ed Curtis had to get back to the furniture business Saturday night for some reason or other, but the rest of us held on till Sunday, and upheld the best traditions of the class in Hanover. The only black mark on the '4O shield, indicative of our aging, perhaps, was Tommy Dent's observation that Scotty's shovel seems to be getting smaller over the years.
News of reluctant newsmakers gleaned was Hal McAllister's '49 brother letting us know that they have a second daughter Gayle, born around Easter down in Texas and a '3B from Indianapolis informing his classmates that Greek Mahoney has joined the select group of powerful parents able to produce boy children when he became the father of Mike recently. There also is something of a fatherhood derby underway since most of the absent wives were in various stages of pregnancy, resulting in almost constant reference to children in fractions and ninths. Other hot news is the engagement of Kathryn Wilson of Cleveland Heights to John Moore, with marriage scheduled for September, and the increase of the Chet Berry family to five Easter Sunday when Ruth brought forth Lillian, their second daughter and third child.
Around and about: Art Mountrey and family are safely moved from New York to Pittsburgh where Art is district sales manager for American Home Foods; Danny Sullivan, who can travel faster on skates with forty extra pounds than the rest of us without them, is selling tires in Maine and New Hampshire out of Portland, and "trying like the devil to keep from getting wider than taller"; Jim Faulkner was in the middle of things at the recent Shanghai doings, having previously shipped his family off to Manila; old Bill Maxson, who saved me the distinction of being the oldest 1940, is settled down in Hicksville, L. I. (Levittown) where there is an active alumni club of 30, and works as manufacturers' representative in New. York; Page Smith is doing graduate work at Harvard in history under the GI Bill, and lives in Cambridge with Eloise and their two; Scott Dillingham is living in New Bedford and teaching commercial subjects at Fairhaven, Mass. High School; and Brad Rowland is in Germany working with American Friends Service Committee, in youth activities in international workcamps originated after the last war by the Swiss pacifist, Pierre Ceresole, trying to build those intellectual conceptions of 'one world' and the 'four freedoms', a truly useful but difficult job of educative reconciliation."
Brad includes an appeal for clothes or cash to be sent to American Friends Service Committee, 20 South 12th St., Philadelphia 7, and says, "I am often finding students here who would like to open correspondence with a person in America. Interested?" If you are write to Brad at Quakerhilfe, Clementsplatz, Kobjenz/am/Rhein, Germany.
We've got to get in a report on Boston, or there'll be another before we do. Anyhow, the news that remains fresh is: Ted Miller, concerned about the perennial Miller mixup on addresses, says Mickey's mail isn't as interesting as he thought it would be; Dwight Meader is fully recovered from his difficulties of earlier in the year, is back on the job at GE after an extended vacation in Latin America. Dwight has been lecturing at Tuck this past year on industrial management, where his old roommate Fred Johnson has to listen as a second year student; Jack Fitzgerald is running a busy parking lot near the North Station, attending BC Law, and is reported fully recovered from recurrences of his malaria.
And, another oldie, late winter, from DickBowman, "The family is now three, daughter Leslie born January 16. We're currently living in Stuyvesant Town. It's a godsend, even if it does look a little like a landscaped Sing Sing. Continuing to drive a typewriter for Foote, etc. Anyone having any new advertising accounts please communicate. Saw Bob Gensel and family and had a chance to inspect his very good looking furniture store. Same weekend found Ben and Gene Bacon down for a drink. Other passing people: Chal Carothers between Sylvania sales excursions and Robert the Dingwall, seen inhaling a pre-lunch old fashioned (these agency wheels!)." My wife tells me Dick's new apartment was written up in a late issue of, I think, American Home.
John Burnap says? among other things, "I'm account executive for Fred Rudge, Inc., a firm of management consultants, living in New Canaan, Conn, and now working in New York. Sid Morley and family are now in Philadelphia where he continues with National Credit and lives not far from Ted Brecht. Bud Krone is still in St. Louis where Bud is co-owner of an employment agency, but he was in process of selling out in favor of some unknown new line of activity." .1 hope Scotty will have room somewhere in the Drum for the rest of John's good letter before the summer is too far along.
This ought to hit you just about right to get in that last reminder to check up. If you're in the Fund, good, if you're not, get to it, to help as much as you can to keep Dartmouth the way it was when 1940 had it so good.
Secretary, 16 Elm St., Montpelier, Vt.
Treasurer, W. B. Fonda Co., St. Albans, Vt.
Class Agent, 2487 "Noble Rd., Apt. 25-B, Cleveland Heights 21, Ohio
