1909

We're off again on another volume of the Alumni Mag, this being the 48th. My word, this publication must have started while the unique Class of '09 was in its junior year. Fifty years ago this fall we landed on the Hanover Plain for the first time as a group. It was the beginning of a series of new and exciting experiences. A new world was opened up to us, and the Dartmouth influence was destined to make its impact on us for the rest of our lives, regardless of whether or not we stayed out the four years.

Fifty years have effected a lot of changes. Of the 317 men who were listed on '09 rolls during the four years' residence in Hanover, 136 have reached their final resting place. The 1955 deaths of Sawny Reagan and Nat Howland had been recorded at the time of our reunion, but it was not known at that time that Fred King had died on March 21, and Lowell Herrick, on June 1.

For most of us it's been a hot summer, and a tough one for a lot of folks on the Eastern seaboard. The hurricane gals seem to be going nuts. Maybe we aren't living right. Here, in the Cleveland area, Ced Wellsted and I, the only two classmates in these parts, have managed to survive weather conditions. Wellsted, of course, sits all day in an air-conditioned office. He manages to get in his weekend golf and keeps fit physically. His ample head of hair is conditioned by vigorous brushings with a stiff brush.

All is peaceful in the Garden Spot. For several weeks the Childs' menage was augmented by two stray kittens that were dumped up the road on Pioneer Trail: Tommy, a yellow tiger, and Malti, a pure maltese. Lana, the glamor puss, was downright jealous, so we had to keep them apart. A good home with a farm family that likes animals was finally located for them. This family already had three cats, a couple of dogs, geese, ducks, and chickens, and a couple of boys. But they gladly took on the two new members of the family. It was the same principle that, if you want to get something done, turn it over to a busy man.

You'll be interested in hearing about BusterBrown, who continues to keep up the good fight. After our reunion, Ced Wellsted gave me a class picture to send to him and I typed on the back the names of all of those in the group, suggesting that, as a little pastime, to see how many of the old birds he could recognize, and then compare notes. He wrote:

"I knew quite a few, but a number of them were hard to recognize. Incidentally, it wasn't a bad looking group. I'm glad we went over the top on the fund. I thought the campaign was well conducted - not too much hysteria - seems too bad that a good man's death (Sawny Reagan) had so much to do with it, but maybe the remaining group is mellowing a bit."

Buster was down in Delray Beach, Fla., in July. He sent me a picture of him and DutchThorn in the ocean for a dip. Dutch, who lives in Tampa, visited him for three days. The photo, which wasn't sharp enough for publication, was titled "Two old men of the sea, up for air." Buster uses a walker contraption so he can perambulate. He's had it fitted with runners which, he says, was his invention. He goes on to say:

"We had a great time in Florida. It was an experiment, and an expensive one for me, but worth every cent. I got into the water and swam almost every day, and got a big kick out of standing up and walking a little with no other support but the water. We wanted to get in touch with DutchSchildmiller who was only forty miles away, but we didn't have his address."

For your information, son, and for any others who may be interested, Dutch's address is 3605 Solona Road, Miami, Fla. Buster says he's back in the old routine of doing nothing, and he doesn't like it. "I'm trying to dream up some way of making a little extra do-re-mi, but I'm both too lazy and too dumb to get the right idea."

Don't say that, Buster. Why don't you get yourself a typewriter and bat out some of your experiences, such as you wrote Ced Wellsted, about the time you were down in Louisiana as a kid? Then you might grab off the idea that Mac Rollins '11 put into operation — cheerful letters to shut-ins like yourself. Perhaps you could dream up a TV routine. Why don't you contact Classmate Carl Butman, 892 National Press Bldg., Washington 4, D. C.? He's a radio consultant. And if any of you birds who read this got ideas, shoot 'em in to Buster, Apt. A-223, 3860 Rodman St., N. W., Washington 16, D. C.

Old-time pictures always open the gate to memory. After Frank Solomon's death, his widow sent me a bunch of photos taken during the first couple of years we were in college. Remember the time when the hard hats were ultra ultra with gay blades? If Editor Charlie Widmayer elects to publish the snapshot I'm sending with these notes, you'll get the idea. The three lads are Bill Bailey on the left, some guy I don't recognize in the center, and Art Rose on the right. It was taken our freshman year. How do I know? Because Art Rose was with us only the first year, then he transferred to Amherst, because he didn't like it at Dartmouth. He was a star runner who hailed from Oak Park, Ill. He and Bill joined up with the Alpha Delt boys. They are both gone now, Bill departing this earth six years ago last January, and Art, three years ago this last August. Does anyone recognize the handsome gent in the center?

My West Coast correspondent, who prefers to remain anonymous, checked up on Dr.Charles D. Ryan (known to us as Diller) and finds that he's in residence at 214 West St., Saucalito, Calif., across the Golden Gate bridge from San Francisco. "His telephone isn't used much in the mid-year months," he writes, "as the doctor occupies that section of the calendar at Salinas, Calif., famous for summer salad materials. Dr. Ryan gets all Dartmouth outgivings, including the Didditigs, and is alert to the late news."

Got any news? It'll never see the light of day if you bury it.

What the well-dressed freshman wore fiftyyears ago is displayed by Bill Bailey '09 (left),Art Rose '09 (right) and a classmate whoseidentity is requested by Class Scribe TackChilds.

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