1932
It's time once more to think about your contribution to the Alumni Fund. I have no trouble finding a relation between the Dartmouth Alumni Fund and the equally timely question of loyalty in the United States civil service. The Dartmouth that we have known graduates men who in four years absorb a loyalty to an institution that is so typical of the nation that the loyalties to both become assimilated. One good reason for loyalty to our country is that it fosters places like Dartmouth, which could not survive without the shelter of democracy. And democracy needs the colleges that produce men who by nature go forward on issues of liberties, tolerance and loyalty. The funds we give are really premiums on insurance against the country's losing this product of Dartmouth's persuasion.
Those asterisks mean that I got chickenhearted and left something out. It happens that a Dartmouth man, Conrad Snoio '12, is chairman of the State Department's loyalty board. That fact, and the many inquiries I have received the past few weeks as to how it feels to work in the State Department these days, led me to jot down my reflections on the subject of loyalty programs. The paragraph had phrases like "derogatory information," "unfair smears," "sensitive agencies" and "putting his neck out." That last one undermined my courage, though, so I succumbed to the virus and decided that silence was the better part of valor. That's what may happen to you when you're a sitting duck.
Steve Butterfield has returned from several years with military government in Germany, and is now stationed with the Munitions Board in the Pentagon building. He was abroad five years in all, and now holds the rank of Major in the regular Army. He did a good deal of skiing in Germany and nearby spots, and also got married over there—in Heidelberg, on June 24, 1947, to Erica Janson, a native of Riga, Latvia, who was helping at 3rd Army Headquarters when he met her. They are living in Alexandria, Va. Steve gave a brief talk on his experiences to the Washington Dartmouth Club a couple of weeks ago.
At the last club lunch '32 joined with a sort of spring class get-together at the same time, we heard Congressman Hugh Mitchell '3O give a talk calculated to warm the hearts of listeners with a New Deal bent. Those present were Brandy Marsh, newspaper executive with the Washington Post; Ben Burch, renovator of Georgetown houses; Bill Cole, now in the public information branch of the Visa Division at State; Mike Isaacs, still in the Public Utilities Division of the SEC; DonMacPhail, handling legislative liaison at the Budget Bureau; Chuck Odegaard, running the American Council of Learned Societies; Joe Fanelli, enough of the boss of his own law firm to whip off after lunch to see the Dartmouth baseball team play a local club; Howie Sargeant, Deputy Assistant Secretary of State for Public Affairs; Steve Butterfield and X. Bain Davis had to miss it at the last minute to help take care of some very important visiting Venezuelans—he runs the Venezuelan desk. X had seen Bill Brister the week before standing on a platform waiting for a street car at Pennsylvania Avenue and 4th Street just before lunch. This is to be considered news of a classmate.
The variety of activities that keep JohnClark busy reminds one a little of Mrs. Roosevelt. Just as an example, in one week he visited Harvard to take part in a forum on writing as a career; he drove to Montpelier, through sun and snow, for an unknown purpose; he visited a woven label plant in the morning and a heel and sole plant in Windsor the same afternoon; he participated in an evening meeting of a study group to discuss the New Hampshire state reorganization plan; and in the meantime he ran the Claremont Daily Eagle, writing some of the daily editorials, and continued to be a father (which requires plenty of time).
Warren Hallamore sent the following fromBoston, and I cannot help observing that Ienjoyed both the news and the way it iswritten:
"After a good 15 years of contemplating building a house, sometimes in Bermuda, seriously in Haiti, occasionally in Cape Cod, once almost in Rockport, Mass., and for a brief spell toying with the idea of purchasing Gore Vidal's broken down 16th Century hacienda in Antigua, Guatemala, I found my Eden in Henniker, N. H., last August while visiting Harry Rowe at his 100-acre, old New England farm. On the very crest of perhaps the highest point of land in the Warner-Henniker-Hopkinton area I am building this spring a climate-controlled all glass front ranch-style house that will have a 'round-the-clock view from the Monadnocks to the south, the Presidential Range to the north, east across the tops of hills to Durham and south again. With all the years of pressure to plant my future roots somewhere else I am happy to be returning to New Hampshire.
"As you know I have been Director of Admissions for the Day Colleges of Northeastern University in Boston since I returned from Japan in 1946. Aside from spending winter vacations in Haiti I have not left New England. Prior to the war I lived in New York and it is wonderful to be away from it now. I am kept fairly active in a few organizations that I have concentrated my strength and interest in, such as the National Conference of Christians and Jews, the International Student Association, Big Brother Association, AVC and United Council on World Affairs.
"Harry Rowe is the one member of our class I see rather regularly. He has four wonderful childreti, three husky boys and one lovely girl. As you know, he is an editor at Houghton-Mifflin Co. in Boston, active in PTA work in Needhara, Mass., and interested in musical organizations in the region."
The New York Times carried a report that Dick Cleaves is one of the organizers of Stancoa, a company that will act as one of the agents of the largest spinning and weaving organizations in Japan.
On March 12, Jim Moore won two more frostbite dinghy races on Long Island Sound. Apparently he was only second and third in two other races, which is more in the nature of news than the victories, I gather.
Bob Ryan, as you must have seen, has turned up in big newspaper ads endorsing a leading brand of cigarette. I wish I could remember what brand.
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