For a number of years there has been some lack of social and recreational facilities offered by the College. To meet this need, Dartmouth House (the lobby of College Hall) will be renovated and redecorated and a stairway will link it directly with the basement where a snack bar is to be installed. A powder room, and pool and ping-pong table areas will also be made available, in the future.
Faulkner House, the new addition to Mary Hitchcock Memorial Hospital, was dedicated last month. Now, as one goes out toward the golf course and reaches that point where North Main Street blends imperceptibly with Rope Ferry Road, Faulkner House completely dominates the scene—happily obscuring the facade of the old hospital. The building will add 120 beds to Mary Hitchcock as well as providing urgently needed space for doctors' offices and consultation rooms. Construction of the new addition was made possible largely through a gift of $1,000,000 by Mrs. Marianne G. Faulkner of Woodstock, Vermont. Governor Sherman Adams '20 spoke at the dedication ceremonies "as a graduate of the College and a post-graduate of the hospital." The new addition will permit a considerable expansion of the hospital's services and will benefit a large section of this north country from Canada to Massachusetts.
««§ This year 230 fathers came to Hanover for the third annual Freshman Fathers' Weekend, held on February 15-17. The case of the father we know who spent one night in the dorm with his son and then, succumbing to the noise and late hours, transferred to relative luxury in the Inn's bunk room, is not typical. Most fathers, in keeping with the purpose of the visit, did share the weekend with their sons and attend classes, take meals in Thayer Hall and otherwise engage in the day-to-day activity of the College.
The formal part of the weekend was concluded with a very informal smoker in College Hall following the Saturday night hockey game. Professor Allen R. Foley '20 presented a talk on "Vermont Humor to another capacity house. The audience was especially delighted, since many of the fathers were the "city fellers" that seem necessary to start any good Vermont story. Take that venerable one, for instance, where the "city feller" was walking along a back road in Vermont and saw an old farmer "settin" on his porch, rocking quietly, and looking nowhere in particular. The "city feller" felt impelled to say something: "Lived here all your life?" "Not yet," said the Vermonter.