1933
The Easter Recess is over. Yesterday we opened up shop again, as academic operations resumed after a welcome break to catch our breaths before launching upon the final quarter of the academic year. It will take a few days to settle down into the routine of lectures, seminars, papers, quizzes and exams. At this point, New York, Sheboygan, Timbuctoo, Denver and, for a happy few, Bermuda are still too close in student minds for concentrated application. But this, like all good vacations, is over, and before exams start pouring over this teacher's desk again, and student conferences and lecture preparations seize us firmly in their grip, we'd do well to pass on such gleanings as we have of '3s news. A day or two from now we'll be pressed for time and besides Editor Widmayer and the Class Notes Editor can't be cajoled indefinitely. There's a limit to that good man's, that good woman's, patience; and we're in a mood to admit that they've been very indulgent with us.
The morning mail brought a welcome note from George Rideout. Not having had a word for longer than we like to think from any of those exuberant reunioneers, who used to dub themselves the "Three Musketeers" and who made it a point to stage their own reunions in Hanover every spring, it was good to hear from George. We were especially interested because our grapevines informed us that George and frau were at the Inn for several days in January, and we hadn't even had a call from him. His letter cleared up that mystery. They were up for a rest, and enjoyed the rare luxury of not seeing a soul for four wonderful days. That, to the denizens of Bedlam Manor, sounds like about as near Utopia as any of us would ever want to get after a winter's siege, so we forgive them and give them our blessings.
George sent along a clipping from the Boston Herald announcing the opening of a Boston store in February by Connelly's. Art, as most of you know, has a flourishing candy business that up to now has been centered in Lynn and Salem. The Boston store adds an important link to the chain. Hope to drop in for a cream and a chat with the old maestro when next we're in Beantown. For those of you in that area, 16 Winter Street is the address.
It's been some little time since we've brought you abreast o£ developments in the '33 delegation here in Hanover. A few items: Jack and Dot Manchester recently deserted the '39 Oldsmobile set, a select little clique consisting of the Manchesters and the Theriaults. They've now joined the station wagon crowd, a much less exclusive group in these parts, with the acquisition of a new Ford wagon. Now they're only a notch above the rabble, including Bill McCarthy, who disport themselves in jeeps. This has been a blow to us. We still find it a little hard to understand how they could bring themselves to turn in a sturdy pre-war car that had served them so long and so well for one of these tissue-sided jobs.
Jack and Madge Wright have recently returned to Hanover after a brief vacation that took them on a visit to their old haunts in Cincinnati. They got back just in time to invite the Theriaults for dinner on Easter Sunday, and over the ham Jack told us that he'd run into no -335, but that he'd heard that Bob Taylor was living there. With the opening of the fishing season only three weeks away, devotees of the dry fly and wet feet school are moving rapidly into the dreaming out loud phase, and Jack is no exception. We've noted this spring, though, that his is now a subdued kind of dreaming. Like our better half, also an addict, Jack is doing quite a bit of talking about fishing, but not about the fish he is going to catch. Learned a lesson last year, but our money's on Jack this year. After all, if you shoot at the target long enough and often enough....
We're having a wing-ding of a battle here in Hanover right now over the question of building additions to our schools and making certain alterations in facilities which would entail an expenditure of some $300,000. The Hanover Gazette has been full of it for weeks, statements by the school board, letters pro and con; and the mails have been bringing us the views of the pros (a group calling itself the Hanover Group for Better Schools) and of the cons (a group that early in the battle was dubbed the Economy Club). In the heat of battle a third group has emerged, calling itself the Hanover Committee for Sensible Schools, arbitrarily limited by its founder to a Committee of One, yes, your old friend and Mentor, Emeritus Professor L. B. Richardson, who has used his gifted pen to inject a note of humor into a campaign that has known less and less of that rare quality as the weeks have gone by. When, as and if the program goes through at the School District meeting next week, Gordon Ingram, of the firm o£ Hudson and Ingram, Architects, will see that the job is done right. Gordon has spoken at a number of meetings in recent weeks, explaining the plans that have been drawn.
Just before vacation we saw Burt andMarion Hack at the Spring Dance. Burt reported that he hadn't been in town very much in recent months. His job overseeing the northern New England operations of the Whiting Milk Companies keeps him on the jump, travelling all over the northern parts of New Hampshire, Maine and Vermont.
As we go to press the Fund campaign is off to a flying start. Page Worthington is about to get out a second newsletter, with some of the early returns to the questionnaire he shot out to the class with his first some weeks ago. Sam Black has his team all set up and raring to go, with his sights trained on the objective of 450 contributors. The first gifts have been encouraging. Let's get behind Sam this spring, get our gifts in early and raise our individual sights a bit on what we can and should contribute to the College.
Secretary, 20 Valley Rd., Hanover, N. H. Treasurer, 2812 Grant Bldg., Pittsburgh 19, Pa. Class Agent, _ The Stanley Works, New Britain, Conn.
