1942
Green sheet time, like mud season and lawnmowers, is with us again. This year, due to an expected decrease in the College's income (in turn due to an expected drop in enrollment because of the draft), Dartmouth is making a stepped-up appeal to us all. The Alumni Fund, long the anchor to windward financially, has got to be heavier this year. Instead of the usual goal in the neighborhood of $400,000, the Alumni Council has voted to set its sights for the fund this year on $500,000.
To say that this is an ambitious raise would be an understatement. But to deny that it is necessary would be missing the truth also.
It is only necessary, at least, if you feel that private liberal arts colleges in general and Dartmouth, in particular, are worth saving. For it is true that Dartmouth, like many another private institution, is approaching the years of decision. Unless additional funds are found—and the Development Council is hard at work at that—Dartmouth as we knew it is doomed.
I don't mean to say that there is no way out. The fund, if Dartmouth's alumni are up to the task, can bridge the present gap between income and expense. But the sights, as they were this year, must be raised.
Our -part in the $500,000 sought is $6800. As Ad Winship's green screed has probably already informed you, the ante has jumped from the $5300 we were asked for, and just missed giving, last year.
If X can remember my days as a class agent clearly—and they seem dim and remote now —I would judge that it is entirely possible for us to hit $6800. Two things will be the criteria with 1942, as they are with the entire fund—participation and the individual gift. Of these, I would say participation is the most important. If more class members give, the burden on each member decreaseseven I know enough arithmetic for that. And there certainly are more who can give.
So, when the contribution slip flutters out of the envelop, don't direct it to the wastebasket! Pull out the checkbook and attach your payment to it. You can best determine the size of that, but however small it may be, don't fall into the error of thinking it doesn't help.
A note is in hand from one of the more promising young coaches in this state (New Hampshire, bub!), one Gordon McKernan of Pinkerton Academy, Derry, N. H. I believe I have mentioned from time to time the lean Barre mans success at teaching young men how to control a basketball while running around in their underwear. Well, he had another successful season again, master-minding his group into the state tournament for umpteenth time, I think (I only add that doubtful note because I'm slightly allergic to basketball and I'm never very sure why people play it, much less keep posted on it).
From a handsomely embossed card, I've learned that the Boston firm of Sullivan and Worcester, which I take to be composed of lawyers although its vocation isn't stated, have "removed" their offices to 75 Federal Street. Where they were before or why they were removed isn't stated, either. Somehow or other, it calls to mind that picture of Sewall Avery, head of Montgomery-Ward, being carried out of his office by a couple of disgruntled soldiers.
Let's see, where were we? Oh yes, S and W. Well, sir, down at the bottom of this handsome announcement, in what I think is a rather niggardly size type, is the name of one Edward F. McLaughlin Jr. A fine way to treat Boston's Blackstone!
From the ALUMNI MAGAZINE office comes word that Robert R. Rodgers has been appointed to the television sales staff of NBC National Spot Sales (if you want to buy any spots, Rodgers is your man). A staff writer in the press department of NBC since November, 1949, Bob is a former assistant public relations manager of WPIX.
There's a rather puzzling clip from the Portland Oregonian anent Eric Haessler. It's got, I think, stars and little dots around the edges of it, plus a red heart. I think I'm seeing this correctly. Whatever it is, it reports that Eric is a tax lawyer with the firm of Hart, Spencer, McCulloch, Rockwood and Davies and has been since November 1, 1949. He is busy, "when not poring over legal tax tomes, climbing Oregon's mountains and lists St. Helens, Hood, Jefferson and the South Sister as well as mountains in the Canadian Rockies and Colorado as peaks he has climbed. (But what about those little blue dots, huh?)
From the New York Times, a more sober journal, with no blue dots, comes the announcement March 9 of the engagement of Miss Betty Jo Warden, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Henry F. Warden of New York and McComas, W. Va., to E. Burton Kierstead of West Hartford, Conn. A spring wedding is planned. A little detective work tells me that this may well be the sister of Alex Warden, also '42, who just happens to come from McComas, W. Va., also.
Jack Tobin's done it again—and at his age, too. He won the New York City Ski Council's interclub combined Alpine title by winning, March 4, the downhill race at the Peekamoose Trail of the Belleayre Mountain ski center at Pine Hill, N. Y. Jack was clocked at 0:53 seconds. His combined time for the slalom and downhill was 1:28. The slalom was held at Jiminy Peak, Hancock, Mass.
The only other thing I can tell you is that Harry Hanna visited the Hanover Inn, March 22.
Who ever said newspapermen know any thing, anyway?
PATRONS OF THE WHEELOCK TAVERN: Among the groups who had a chance to chat together before the annual Boston alumni dinner, March 7, was this one of (I to r) Howard Stockwell '40, outgoing club secre'ary; Dick Hill '41, new treasurer; Ad Winship '42, executive committee member; and George Clark '42, outgoing treasurer.
Secretary, The Claremont Eagle, Claremont, N. H.
Treasurer, 357 S. Orange Grove Ave., Los Angeles, Calif.
Class Agent, 53 Orient Ave., Melrose 76, Mass.
