1945

On the Holy Cross game weekend, your class officers and executive committee met in Hanover to discuss pressing class business, and, of course, to take in the football game. Those present were Harry Hampton, SEC, MoeFrye, Joe Michael, Cliff Jordan, Nick Sandoe,Ellie Mover, and Stan Newton. This we considered an excellent turnout, indicating the interest with which the new class officials are approaching their jobs. Most of the meeting was involved with the ever-present problem of finances, especially that concerned with the collecting of class dues. Inasmuch as I'm sure you are all quite familiar with the class monetary picture by now (thanks to Barney Oldfield and Moe Frye), I won't bore you with the decisions. However, I might add that the job of collecting dues is a thankless but necessary one for an organization our size. You can make it an easier one. The rest of the meeting concerned itself with future plans on which I will report when they have congealed.

On adjournment we were off for the game where we were joined by such stalwarts as JackBurroughs, Austin Wason, Ernie Alexander,Chad Ramsdell, Ed Pirie, Jack Gile, PaulGlover, Bill Hemphill, and I'm sure some others whom I missed. Ozzie Falling and JohnJennings sat in front of me with a big paper bag full of something. On my inquiry, Ozzie produced a large jug of water, thinking, I guess, to allay my suspicions. But as the game wore on, the water level receded, Ozzie became more and more vocal, and John discovered that the players had been moved farther and farther from the stands. I was extremely thirsty and a glass of that water would have tasted wonderful, but they never offered me any. I had to drink in the fresh, clean Hanover air instead.

After the game, Hanover's '45 delegation put on a feed at Bob Allen's house. Bob wasn't there, being detained by business in Hartford, but Carol Allen was a more than adequate hostess and the food, prepared by all the Hanoverites, was delicious. Joining the class there were Howie Sawyer and Lee Stacy.

The weekend was marred by one unfortunate note. From Tom Candler came word that Bob Hacker is laid up with a severe attack of polio. I'm sure he'd love to hear from any and all of you. Write him, Robert W. Hacker, c/o Polio Ward, University Hospital, Sioux City, lowa.

And now the news of the rest of the world. I received a nice, newsy letter from lan MacKinnon M.D., of Hartford, Conn., telling of his recent move from Hanover and his efforts to get started in the "mill stream." lan is specializing in internal medicine. Included in this letter was a vast clipping containing the exploits of one Dick Tracy, whose Hall High School track team seems to be running the pants off everything in Connecticut. Lan "incidentally" mentions the fact that on May 28 last, the MacKinnon family was added to by one daughter, the first, named Katherine. To an otherwise all-male family (wife excepted) this is an event of great notice. She can marry a Dartmouth man, lan!

By the way, while I think of it, if any of you reunionites have any pictures of said event which you think would look well on the glossy pages of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, send them along to me. I'd like to see them and if they're clear and sharp enough will send them along to Hanover so those unlucky millions who missed the gala occasion can feel sorry for themselves. Sad to relate, Stan Newton reports that the midnight flash of Spence Johnson came out nothing but midnight.

I have a clipping here from the KennebecJournal about the doings of our busy timemotion analyst, Dick Kendall. Dick has lately been named industrial relations director of the Bates Manufacturing Co. Incidentally, it may be of some interest to you to learn that the Kendall's seventh child was a girll Congratulations on all accounts, Dick. And Mary, too. Joe Harron, of whom we have heard very little lately, has been appointed convention and sales manager for the Biltmore, Barclay, and Park Lane Hotels of New York. For the past two years, Joe was sales manager of the Pierre Hotel. Well, maybe we can find a bed for the night when in "the city." Dave Wilkes has been named publicity director and newsletter editor of the Young Democrats of NewHampshire. Hmmm... I didn't think they had that sort of critter up thar in the North Country. Maybe New Hampshire ain't going to the dogs; it's going to the Democrats.

The Patchogue Advance (in New York state as if you didn't know) records a notable event. Dr. John Shannon has returned home to open a private practice after many years in the hinterlands; namely, California, where John did residency in surgery and studied malignant diseases. Johnny Gooding has been announced as the new manager for Pittsburgh Plate Glass Co,'s Springfield, Mass., distributing branch. The last time I wrote up Johnny I cracked a few pane-ful puns, a shattering experience for all concerned, so this time I'd better keep quiet.

Al Guer of Webster Groves, Mo., really cooks with gas. I say this with all sincerity, for Al has just been promoted to Gas Range Merchandise Manager for Magic Chef, Inc., of St. Louis, and I assume he uses the company's product at home. Frank Carder is associated with American Machine and Foundry of Greenwich, Conn. And you'll get a charge out of this one. John Callage's current job is that of electrical engineer in Pittsburgh. I'm not sure when he switched, but I'm glad to give his new base a plug and am sure John's a real live wire when it comes to electricity. More power to him.

Bill Hartshorn is painting the town green these days (with Sherwin-Williams paint, of course), for he is a Sales Representative for that company. He really sticks to his job, or it to him, whatever the case may be. Dave Campbell's track experience must be standing him in good stead in his present job. He's with Swift & Co. as a provision manager and won't give his Dartmouth classmates a bum steer if he can help it. Dave works in the U.S. Yards in Chicago. A man's gotta be hog-crazy to work there. After that remark I feel a little sheepish, but boys wool be boys and that's the end of the tail.

Next month, I promise to be better about these awe-full puns. At least I hope the puns will be better.

This month's motto is: Send news with your dues, youse.

Secretary, Middlesex School, Concord, Mass.

Treasurer, R.D. 1, Stoney Ridge Rd., Avon, Ohio