1942

Well, I got home to Detroit over the holidays. It wasn't too hard, either. All I had to do was to take my small car, find an icy, curving New Hampshire road, skid, shear off a retaining fence post, leave the road and overturn. Then I applied for sick leave when I was walking a day or two later.

It solved one problem that had been bothering me for a long time, though. A small, chunky man about the size of a Farley can climb out of the rear window of a four-door Austin, even in groggy condition.

As soon as I got to Detroit, or the Motor City, as the newsmen like to call it, I got in touch with my old chums, Alex and BettyFanelli, who are living, along with offspring Chris and Kathy, at Belleville, Mich. Alex commutes from this point some 15 miles each day to Ann Arbor where he is getting his Ph.D. off the huge assembly line that is called the University of Michigan.

I can report that all of the Fanellis are well, Kathy having changed from a brunette to a blonde during the six months since I ve seen her. Communications difficulties prevented me with getting in touch with MogulMitchel of the Ford Co. Mitchels, but my informants tell me he is modestly driving only a Ford convertible these days rather than something larger and showier.

The problem of getting in touch with the real upper crust of that town—the fastmoving, hard-thinking advertising executives like Bob Dewey— was greater than my mere contrivances, so I gave up. Understand, though, that he puts aside one night a week to pouring his gold over his head in restrained pleasure.

Back in New York on my way back to this rickety typewriter I stopped off for a few hours between planes and trains with Jerryand Peg Tallmer. It doesn't necessarily mean that JT passed this information along to me, but I might as well say here that I understand that Harry and Marie Jacobs have joined the suburbanites of Ardsley-on-Hudson, in what I assume to be a new house, no less.

That is the extent o£ my personal contacts this past month. I am, however, in receipt of a missive from the Great Organizer, DickLippman. In order to get the rich, full flavor of the Lippman prose, I will reprint same.

"Herewith follows my report of the fourth semiannual get-together of the class of 1942 in the New York area. Despite the rain, 27 men showed up, and all seemed to enjoy the beer, dinner and the film, "Football Scrapbook of 1949." . ,

"We started in at 6 p.m. and when midnight rolled around the faithful group {Bride, Corrigan,Schaeffer, O'Donovan, Rounds, Baldwin and myself) were still draining the last drop from the second keg of beer. Milt Williams brought his projector and screen and ran off the film in masterly manner right after dinner .... the only low spots, of course, being the Penn and Princeton games.

"It seems to me that out of the 200-odd notices that I send out for these gatherings more than the usual 25-30 should show up. Have you any suggestions? After all, there are just so many movies that we can show, and any other type of entertainment can run into too much money. (Ed.....Have you ever tried to arrange girls and pies together.)

"I thought that if we ran an affair where the wives can come also then maybe # more would make an appearance. suggestion, however, was vetoed because of the sitter problem for their kids and the resulting double expenses. One way I know of could be to get some of the boys to make personal appeals a few days before to about five to ten fellows each. A lot intend to come but forget about it. This would tend to remind them. Out of four gatherings we've had, we had movies three times and Chick Camp spoke the other time.

"Here is a list of those present: Dave Niven, Matt Bride, Hugh Corrigan, Frank Bartlett, Bill Friend, Bob Encherman, Charlie Weinberg, Mur- ray Latz, Milt Williams, Johnnie Mendes, Dutch Schaeffer, Ash Hansen, Ed Millikan, Wendy Nauss, Neil O'Donovan, George Rounds, Charlie Sturz, Dave Warren, Jay Harris, Don Amy, Jim Skinner, Camp Hopkins, Al Dingwall, Dick Cardoza, Dick Baldwin, Warren Kreter and myselt.

M. Lippman winds up his tale of promotional woe by saying that he is now engaged in plans for another shindig in April or May. If any of you people have ideas which will help him attract more bees to his honeyed gatherings, tear off the top of your nearest Dartmouth Alumni Club secretary and send it in.

The rest of my mail this month consists of a fine bunch of Christmas cards among them ones from Mitch and the Fanellis and the Tallmers, all previously mentioned, from Anne and Joe Palamountain, Barbara andDick Lee, Roberta, Bob and Stephanie Myers,Joe McCormick Jr., Matt, Margaret, Jim andSteve Rapf and Dex and Genelle Richards. To all of them, and all of you, a belated greeting from a non-sender.

Three other things are at hand one from the übiquitous, squash-playing Al Dickerson the College's director of admissions, noting that both John Billiard and BertEnglert are aiding the College's cause by serving on alumni interviewing boards for prospective Dartmouth students.

The second is from our good Alumni Recorder, Miss Charlotte Ford, indicating that a new Register of Living Alumni of Dartmouth is on the presses and should be due sometime in the late spring or early summer of this year. All of you by now, if you have been careful about the thing, have filled out informational blanks Miss Ford's office sent out last year.

John R. Ferguson 'l5 thoughtfully sent along a note and a clipping from what I assume is a Tulsa, Okla. paper. The latter concerns the growth of the Patterson Steel Company since 1920 and its effect on the commercial life of Tulsa. If that name seems a bit familiar to you, it's only because one SidPatterson is secretary of the concern.

And that's about it. Last month, which produced a total of one clipping, has been surpassed. This month the ALUMNI MAGAZINE'S clipping service produced none.

Or if they did, I've lost 'em.

Secretary, The Claremont Eagle, Claremont, N. H. Treasurer, 357 S. Orange Grove Ave., Los Angeles, Calif. Class Agent, 53 Orient Ave., .Melrose 76, Mass.