1920
Twenty's executive committee met in Hanover at the time of the Alumni Officers Meetings the first of May and managed to transact some business, alternating between the Freys' backyard and the Moultons' kitchen. The quorum responsible consisted of StanNewcomer, Roc Elliott, Harry Sampson, AlFoley, Frank Moulton and Dick Pearson. Aiding and abetting the process - and doing considerably more than onlooking - were AlFrey, Bud Weymouth, Dal Dalrymple and Bill Carter, while a fascinating assortment of attractive and enthusiastic matrons cheered from the sidelines. Accomplishments of the meeting were as follows: Decision to reinstate all former members of the class executive committee to the glories of office (a policy pursued with gratifying results by Alex MacFarland's Class of 1930); agreement to hold a full-dress meeting of this swollen band in Hanover at Holy Cross game time next September; extraction from Treasurer Elliott of a promise to supply sufficient class funds for the publication of an up-to-the-minute Class Directory before our 35th reunion in 1956. The process of tracking down the best possible compiler and publisher for the Directory has already started.
Class Agent Newcomer, as is customary with class agents in the month of May, was careening up and down from the peaks of high hope to the abysses of despondency. Goading his assistants and needling the laggards, Stan was making a determined bid to achieve 1920's Alumni Fund quota. But even the most determined bids too often fall short of their goal, so once again Stan pleads from the heart for the last" farthing that a loyal Twenty man can spare. Your additional five or fifty - or five hundred - may be the dollars that will this year turn the tide.
April 13 brought out thirteen Twenties for the first class dinner of 1954 in New York: John Felli, reporting favorably on the AlCates, whom he saw on his last return trip from his Maine summer home; Gerry Stone, just barely back from a transcontinental tour; Newt Nash, blooming after an operation that did him a world of good; Dr. Hal Clark, all ears for the details of Newt's operation; Warren Turner, with the news that his young son is doing finely at Trinity-Pawling School; Tom Glines, still pleased with Greenwich as a home town after 31 years try-out; JohnnyStickney, chief medical examiner for the huge and growing-huger Metropolitan Life Insurance Co.; Phil Gross, grateful that his boy's 24 missions in Korea are a thing of the past and that he has the Air Medal to show for them; Hartford's Hal Bidwell; Roy Davis from Jersey; Arch Lawson from Staatsburg, N. Y.; Charlie McGoughran, Sinclair secretary in process of putting together a handsome and instructive annual report of company progress; and Dick Pearson, 1920 Secretary, gathering the grist for this mill.
This month's travelogue supplies a tew supporting details to go with the accompanying shot of Doc Miller, entering or leaving his northern Labrador igloo; and ranges also to the islands of the far Pacific. Doc enters also into the latter story, gleaned by Secretary Reg Miner '21 from a visit with Pike Emory in Honolulu. It's long-delayed news for some of us, but it seems that Pike and Doc were marooned together on a Pacific island at the outbreak of the Korean War. Whether they put into practice those rules for survival by which Pike saved the lives of so many aviators during World War II may be another tale to be developed at another time.
Doc Miller's own words, from his letter of April 29, give the best possible summary of what has been happening to him in the Far North:
"I have just returned from a 4000-mile combined medical and exploring expedition into the Nascopie and Eskimo areas of central and northern Labrador where I accompanied Dr. Anthony Paddon, who is the Grenfell Mission doctor in charge of the North West River Grenfell Hospital and who also covers the medical work of nearly 800 miles of Labrador coast in the Eskimo country north of Hamilton Inlet.
"My trip was made as a director of the Grenfell Association to inspect the facilities of the Mission's medical work in that far north country and also to study the people, the geology, the sociology, etc., of the Indian and Eskimo areas. Dr. Paddon and I traveled by bush pilot's plane and dog team as far north as Hebron, which is the most northern Eskimo settlement on the coast. Labrador experienced its worst winter in many years, and we were caught in the worst storms of the worst winter while on our dog team trip.
"Everything happened to us that could possibly happen to a person travelling in the Arctic. I froze my right foot, my face, and several fingers; was attacked by twenty starving sled dogs; had a case of snow blindness; was marooned without food or heat with the Eskimo dog team drivers and twenty dogs for nearly a week out in the open; experienced an emergency landing on an inland lake in a storm; lost my team of ten dogs and my komatik on the ice at Nutak; and experienced many other episodes which happen to people living in Arctic areas.
"We examined and treated over 200 Indian and Eskimo patients and acquired a profound knowledge concerning the morbidity and mortality status of that country. I am just beginning to get thawed out again and am now compiling my material for the Mission."
Some other mighty good letters have come to hand from here and there. Clayt Wallace, executive director of The National Temperance League, Inc., wrote most interestingly about the miles he travels and the projects he carries out for the League. His work takes him all over the country, as he keeps track of the activities of the forty affiliated state temperance organizations. Late in June each year the League conducts a National Training School and in recent years it has become customary for Clayt to serve as dean. The winter issue of the Scientific Temperance Journal carries a frontispiece picture of Clayt, who looks as vigorous as he undoubtedly feels. He is referred to as "an outstanding national authority on the subject of liquor advertising and beercasting." All three of the Wallace children are married and there are now five grandchildren, the latest, Margaret Elaine Wallace, having arrived in Indianapolis April 2.
Another recent arrival, Julie Ann Pasichuke, granddaughter of Ted and Mary Marden, is faithfully portrayed in sprightly fashion via a "Pupil Report Card" supplied by her parents. Her father, who has been serving as principal of Littleton, N. H., High School, becomes co-principal in charge of the secondary grades in the new school at Durham this summer. The Ted Mardens are now grandparents for the fourth time, this being daughter Barbara's first, while older daughter Betty is the proud mother of three — all girls. Ted has been getting around: attended the National Paper Trade Association convention in New York late in March, reporting "business year than last two years, and volume also improved"; got to Hanover for the February Rotary Club luncheon; caught up with the Paul Richters in Concord.
Leo Ungar appears to have stayed withinthe continental limits of the United Statesthis winter, but the lad sure does cover theground, operating out of his Council Bluffs,lowa, base. He writes:
"I happened to be in Pasadena, Calif., in January and Ralph Roberts and his wife were with us one evening. Ralph has lots of hair and lots of pep; looks the same as he did during college days. He played tennis and does a good job of it; he was to leave shortly for Sun Valley, where he was going to spend a week skiing.... I spent the last few weeks in Florida, where I had counted on seeing Jim Chilcott, who likewise takes in the Pharmaceutical Convention annually at the Boca Raton Club, but we missed connections by a matter of hours."
Leo is building himself a patio in his backyard, and counts on John Sunderland, tileand marble specialist, to drop across the riverfrom Omaha and give him some pointers onhow to go about it.
IT'S COLD OUTSIDE: Doc Miller '20 on a risky research expedition to Eskimo country in Northern Labrador barely made it back to civilization. He is shown emerging from his igloo, on a strictly tentative basis.
Secretary, Blind Brook Lodge, Rye 17, N. Y.
Class Agent, 438 E. Elm Ave., Monroe, Mich.
