1945

It is with sadness that I must report the death of a classmate. Roland B. Foerster, more familiarly known as "Bry," died on December 31, 1952. His death was sudden; news of it comes upon us suddenly. And his passing leaves an irreplacable emptiness in the group of men who make up the Dartmouth Class of 1945. For, even though many of you may not have known Bry, his death cannot pass unnoticed or unfelt. He was our classmate; he went to Dartmouth; he had the same experiences that we had; he became a Dartmouth man when we did; and in losing him, we have lost a part of that spirit that makes Dartmouth men, wherever they are, feel a kinship for one another. We have lost a member of our class. We'll miss him!

I had a nice note from John Leggat substantiating the news of his engagement to Miss Ruth Curtiss of Corning, N. Y. June is the time for John's nuptials; after which, he and Ruth will live in Chelmsford, Mass., a sort of suburbia, Lowell version. Although I trust the newspaper reports I get on such events, it is always a pleasure to receive confirmation from the source of what I have printed, especially when a few other notes of interest are added. John mentions his return to law practice in Lowell and also includes information of interest to other '45s.

Seems that Bud Morris has turned from the practice of law to enter business in San Francisco. That's all I have at present; am hoping that Bud will provide me with further details. I can't imagine anyone giving up law to become a businessman, but he has done it. How are things in San Francisco, Mr. Morris?

Bill Swartzbaugh has been awarded the degree of Master of Arts by Ohio State University, so a little card I received tells me. But it doesn't tell half the story; the hours of work, the preparation, the satisfaction. Congratulations, Bill!

I just love the ladies! Am now holding a wonderful letter from Joyce Byers, wife of our eminent dentist Fred Byers, or should I say Lieutenant Byers, for Fred is back in the service again. This time he's a Navy dentist assigned to an Army post, Fort Eustis, Va., under the new unification of the Defense Department. Fred was married last August to Joyce, they spent their honeymoon in Bermuda, visiting Hanover for several days on their return. Joyce says she's "a real Dartmouth promoter now." One look at Dartmouth is all it usually takes, girls. And Joyce, your letter was swell; just keep it up.

Got a babygram the other day from new Class Agent, Stan Newton, announcing the birth of Virginia Phillips Newton, his third daughter. "Who the h— has the formula for boys," asks Stan plaintively. Can't blame him. Perhaps some of you assistant class agents can help Stan out in more ways than one!

News from Stub Webster in Baltimore, Md. He reports "no tremendous developments in the life of the Webster family—still one wife and two small boys." (Better check with him, Stan.) He's working for a Management and Leasing Service in Baltimore where he has bought a house and is settled down. See you at reunion, Stub.

From the Hanover plain comes news of JimBroderick, Gordy Sleeper and Austin Wason and wife, sneaking a glimpse of the Dartmouth winter scene. Can't think of anything more beautiful. Lucky people!

All for this month; reason, no news. But keep your eyes and ears peeled for Stan Newton's first note. It's important to you, important to him, and, most of all, important to Dartmouth. See you in April —don't forget to let Bill MacKenzie know your latest doings.

Hold everything! Just in time to meet my deadline was this "vox clamanlis in deserto." From the Hanover Plain, a loud wah-hoo- waaaaaa, Jonathan Marsh Sandoe, born January 20, 1953, and weighing in at 9 lbs., 7 oz. His parents, Mary and Nick Snndoe, offer apologies for the lateness of Jonathan's birth, fearing that he wouldn't make the March issue. He has, and besides, there wasn't much you could do about it. Did he arrive in time for Ike's inauguration, Mary?

Secretary, Middlesex School, Concord, Mass. Treasurer, 48-B Court Dr., Wilmington, Del.