1933
In telling you last month about the brethren who have found the way to Hanover recently we missed at least one substantial fellow, none other than Gus Babson. Jack Manchester put us right on that one over a cup of coffee on Main Street shortly after the last issue hit the newstands. It appears that on a hot day towards the end of August when Jack was frantically trying to take care of a long line of customers waiting at the pumps, Gus blew in. Jack said he wouldn't have recognized him, big, round-faced, polished and "executive"looking he was, except that when Gus asked, "Where can I get a beer in this town?" both the voice and the words were familiar somehow. Jack—and Gus—took just enough time to get the necessary directions to the diner on Lebanon Street, and Gus was off. When business slackened a bit, Jack went around to the diner and found Gus holding court, regaling all within earshot with stories of the South Seas, or something. Jack decided that, appearances to the contrary, Gus hadn't changed so very much after all.
From Syracuse, N. Y„ comes the word that Dave and Mary Alice Hatch had been blessed with a daughter, Faith Winslow, born September 22.
Chet Thomson apparently decided that he had devoted his energies to the promotion of Calvert and Carstairs long enough. Word reached us recently that he had left Calvert Distillers to take a new job as vice president and general sales manager for Einson-Freeman Cos., where he will shortly inaugurate a customers Display Merchandising Service.
Johnny Donovan, principal of the Concord (Mass.) High School, recently arranged a small scale '33 reunion by inviting George Rideout of the Babson Institute over to speak at the Concord Rotary Club.
Dr. Dick Gerstell has been delivering a spate of speeches in recent months as Director of Pennsylvania's Civil Defense Commission. Few states have as head man for civilian defense a man with Dick's experience and knowledge of atomic warfare. He was Senior Radiological Safety Officer for the Initial Boarding Teams at the Bikini tests, and received a citation from the late Secretary Forrestal for the excellence of his work upon that occasion. He helped to organize the Navy's first Radiological Safety School, and has been a lecturer on atomic defense problems at the Army Medical Center in Washington and at the Navy Medical Center in Bethesda, Md. He has also served as consultant to the Civilian Defense Office of the National Security Resources Board.
A few months back the Dartmouth Club ofNew York News ran an item that we've been a little surprised wasn't picked up by TheNew Yorker. It read, "Mr. Gobin Stair '33 is a gentleman with a unique distinction. He spent four straight years on his back mixing the paint for the Orozco murals. He stopped in at the Club a few days back and we can report that as yet this event of several years past has made no difference." It doesn't sound like four straight years to us, offhand, and we're a little troubled about that "difference," or rather that "no difference." No difference to what? His back? His distinction? The murals? But, on another tack for a moment, what a way to go through college "straight" and wind up with "distinction." And surely it must have made some difference. He must have felt something of the agony of those victims of that old torture device, the drop of water—and once in a while he must have gotten paint in his eye.
Speaking of the murals reminds us of another paint mixer for Orozco, Carlos Sanchez, whom many of you remember as artist in residence in 1932. Ted Purcell, in a note to Jack Hurd of the English Department last month, reported that he had attended Carlos' ordination to the priesthood in New Orleans last summer, and that Carlos was carrying on his work in the Archdiocese of Guatemala. Reporting about his own activities, Ted wrote, "Greetings after a half dozen years! I'm living here at Weston (Weston College) in the process of finishing my Ph.D. in Industrial Psychology at Harvard and writing a book on industrial relations in the meat packing industry. It's a long pull. Been going to school now for 15 years! Once through I'll probably join the faculty at Loyola University, Chicago." Ted has packed a lot into those 15 years of study. He has an S.J. after his name, and it's a long grind making the grade in the Society of Jesus. After that, as we recall, he had some practical experience in Chicago, probably among the people he is writing about now, then back to Harvard for the Ph.D. It may be, as he wrote to Jack, that some Dartmouth men go in for "delayed vocations," but he for one is covering a lot of ground and will doubtless have unique qualifications in his order when he completes his present assignment.
A note from Mary-Frances James, Bob's frau, back in the summer, brought us up to date on family statistics. The Jameses have four children, Barbara, Brandon, Ben and Timothy, aged respectively 16, 12, 9 and 514. They live outside Philadelphia.
Arthur Hull was in town a few weeks ago to show his son Arthur the College. There may well be the makings of another Dartmouth man in young Arthur, because among other stops they visited the Admissions Office.
We rarely pay much attention to what the Chicago Tribune does, but Don Wood sent us a cut and a headline of some interest to 1933. The headline read "Woodcock Gives A Hunter Run For His Money, Sprinting Through Alders is Great Sport." The three classmates obviously referred to are, of course, Bob Woodcqck, A. Hunter Hicks and JimAlder. Cute, huh!
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