1942
Here, slowly, we go again. You fortunate people, to say nothing of me, are nearing the bell-lap of this writer's disorganized and lethargic stewardship. Along with your fervent maledictions, let me add, it can't come too soon!
Just the day before this is written (Sept. 12, to be exact) the sovereign state of New Hampshire held its primary elections, an event, as a newspaper man, I'm fervently glad is over. Far down the line from the hullaballoo caused by the vitriolic candidacy of one Wesley Powell who tried, unsuccessfully, to unseat Senator Charles W. Tobey, were a couple of lines on the ballot of interest to this class.
In Sullivan county .... my home bailiwick .... there appeared on the Republican ballot the name of John G. Brill, the erstwhile golfer and lean man of Crosby castle. John, whose home is Newport, N. H., and who is now a lawyer, made his debut in politics hereabouts. Never one to do things half-way, he appeared on the ballot twice, the first time as candidate for state senator, and the second for county solicitor, a position roughly equivalent, in this archaic society of ours, to district attorney. It might be right to point out, for the record, that John's name was on the Republican ballot, to all intents and purposes, the only ballot in New Hampshire. Also, for the record, it is my sad duty to record now that he lost on both tries.
On a tour to Rockport, Mass., a small seacoast summer resort almost entirely surrounded by amateur artists, I visited Joe andAnn Palamountain, who in turn had BillMitchel, the Joe Miller of the automobile industry, visiting them. Joe and Ann were commuting to Cambridge and Boston, respectively, and Mitch was on vacation from the dropped-forge lexicons of Detroit.
On other occasions, I have seen Jerry andPeg Tallmer amid the greenery of New Hampshire. Jerry, it might be said, has just left the pink marble halls of The Nation and has assigned himself to a two-year stint of free-lance writing.
That's about it. Now, to the mail. PeteLink writes, in July, from Cincinnati the following: "Gordon Marshall, 2730 Davenport Rd., San Marino, Calif., bus. mfg. representative in electronics, active in Young Republicans Club. Wife and 1 daughter. After one semester at Dartmouth, finished education at Southern Cal. Likes fishing and pack trips to mountains. Info via Red Wilson.
"Tom McElin .... just starting own medical practice in Evanston. Roger Robison, pastor of Methodist Church, Cowalis, Mont. Wife and 2 children. Says, quote, 'As for personal news, summer is not vacation time here: several youth camps in the mountains, vacation Bible school, and pastor's school (a tenday refresher course, also in a camp) are on the list. In between, there's our big garden, and good fishing in our canyons. We'd like to see you or any '42's who get out this way.'"
Tks, Pete, gd wrk! The following clip comes from the SanFrancisco Chronicle:
"In Vallejo, Battery B of the Marine Corps' only West Coast reserve 155 mm. gun battalion will be activated today, with orders to proceed to Camp Pendleton by August 3. The outfit has about 150 men trained to fire the 14-ton 'Long Tom' rifle, a field piece with a range up to about eight miles. The unit is commanded by Captain Herschel D. Rix, of 2339 Hilgard avenue, Berkeley."
In sharp contrast to this message is one from Dick Lippman, the Sherman Billingsley of 1942. It says, on July 27: "I have a new job! No .... not in the Air Force (yet) .... but with a convention decorating and booth equipment firm. Main office in Atlantic city ... .affiliates in Phila. and Chicago. I will manage their new Washington, D. C., branch and a good deal it looks like! Henceforth, my new mailing address will be: 4805 Ventnor Ave., Atlantic City, N. J. P.S. I am bequeathing all the class of '42 activities in N. Y. to Warren Kreter!"
Back in the dim, halcyon days of May, thepen of AI Dingwall got moving:
"Your pathetic appeal published in the last ALUMNI MAGAZINE moved me to great hot tears and I found my checks wet (Ed—at least you got checks!) when I finished reading your plea for more correspondence and information By way of personal news, one small child was born to the Dingwall menage on March 29—a little number whose name is Pamela Sawyer Dingwall. "Obviously this rules out any third generation of Dingwalls at Dartmouth Aside from this event, life continues about the same as always. I am still with Ted Bates in the radio-television production department and seem to have found my niche. I base this on the fact that having never earned a penny in my life prior to 1946, I joined Bates and have been here ever since. It's a small rut but there are those who love it.
"As for news of the distinguished class of 1942 I have very little to offer. Jim Idema and his charming wife Fran came through New York a few months ago and Nancy and I spent a very enjoyable couple of days while I took a beating from the irrepressible reporter from Grand Rapids. I attended the Dartmouth Alumni dinner in New York in March and sat between ChuckDrennen on one side and somebody I had never seen before on the other. It turned out the stranger was a refugee from the class of '46. We had an announcement from Baxter Lanius announcing the arrival of the second small Lanius."
A card tells of the arrival, August 27, of Lynnbin Robinson, the second straight girl in the menage of Hope and Jim. Jim wrote a note explaining that he is now practicing medicine with the Summit (N. J.) Medical Group, after leaving Mary Hitchcock Memorial Hospital, you-know-where, in March. The offspring's weight was eight-one.
An earlier message from Pete Link, this one in late June, encloses a card written him by Jim Thomison, another medico. It says, "Have been located in a country rural medical practice here in Jarretsville, Md., for the past two years. Still close enough to Baltimore to get in a little clinical experience. Am doing surgery and obstetrics 'Dr. Pat,' (my wife) heads up much of the internal medicine."
Since Pete Link doubled up on his correspondence, the Lipp did, too. (For shame, the rest of you, for shame!) A much earlier note told of the semi-annual 1942 New York shindig, and a gay time it seemed to be, to these unsophisticated country eyes. Here's the list of those who attended:
Dick Baldwin, Bob Encherman, Charlie Sturz, Murray Latz, Dick Cardozo, Al Dingwall, Milt Williams, Dave Warren, Tom Blankley, Jay Harris, Frank Faruolo, George Rounds, Bill Friend, Howard Halfman, Dick Rughasse (just in from Ceylon), Matty Bride, A 1 Goldman, Fred Schaeffer, Warren Kreter., Bill Lowenthal, John Hill and Organizer Dick Lippman.
Secretary, „ The Claremont Eagle, Claremont, N. H
Treasurer, 357 S. Orange Grove Ave., Los Angeles, Calif.
