1948
A little hazy today so it's probably well that fate and the mails have not seen fit to overload me with material. After seeing a rather sloppy defeat of Indiana by Notre Dame, we returned to find that the Big Green had taken Penn by a 6-3 score. Thus, we hastily rounded up three other Dartmouths (including Johnny Fenno) and did some celebrating. The record books will show better but we had the feeling that it had been 20 years, more or less, since Penn had succumbed to a Dartmouth Team. Even during the war years, Penn seemed to have the half of the V-12 Eastern talent that Dartmouth didn't get and I can recall a bitterly fought contest in about 1943 which ended at 14-13 or 7-6.
Those in the class who were in Hanover during the Fall of 1944 will certainly remember the ignominious defeat at the hands of Notre Dame in Boston's Fenway Park when the Subway Irish from South Boston cheered the Fighting Irish from South Bend to a overwhelming 64-0 final score. It was obvious that the schedule makers had not consulted the Navy Department and the football talent that had worn the green three and four deep to a position in 1942 and 1943 had been shipped off to Middie School during the summer, leaving Earl Brown and Milt Peipul, both ex-Notre Dame stars, a rather skimpy crew to put up against probably the finest aggregation of 17-year-olds in the nation. Those of us who journeyed to Boston looking for a miracle were yanked to our feet only once when, in the closing minute of the second quarter, Walt Newman, a track star in a football uniform, was substituted at end and the line held stoutly while he sprinted to outdistance Notre Dame secondary and receive the long heave. He kept running like a scared rabbit with one defender hot on his heels for what appeared to be a sure touchdown but as he neared the ten yard line, glanced over his shoulder to see how close his pursuer was. In remodelling the field, someone had not quite shaved the pitcher's mound down to the quick and he tripped, short of the goal line, breaking his leg in the fall. As I recall, by the time the team could be huddled, the gun went off for the half and the score kept rising. A sad group of partisans made their way back to the hills, sadly shaking their heads about the touchdown that didn't get made.
On this same squad was a V-12 trainee who had come in from sea duty named Bob Hicks. Hailing from Hazelton, Penna., he had played under Col. Bob Neyland at Tennessee and was first-class material except for a trick knee that kept him on the sidelines most of the time. We knew Bob from a Physics Lab which we shared (Herrick. . . Hicks. . .) and used to chat from time to time with him. So this brings us back to yesterday when we were pulling for the Indiana team to upset Notre Dame since the Acting Coach for the Hoosiers was Bob Hicks, who wore the Green and tangled with Notre Dame on that same day, thirteen years ago, for a short couple of plays while Stan Alger got his breath. While we apparently didn't shout hard enough for Indiana yesterday, our friends in Philadelphia were rewarded for their hoarseness and the day was far from a complete loss.
Two engagements make class headlines this month, with Hugh Ettinger leading the promised parade in tandem with Miss Jane Terry Dwyer of Rochester, N. Y. She is a graduate of Wells College and is on the staff of the United Nations Department of Information. Hugh is with Merrill Lynch, Pierce, Fenner & Beane. They plan to tie the knot in December. Bob Merriam, the Deerfield Schoolmaster, is commuting to Albany to see his fiancee, Miss Mary Nims McDonald. She is a graduate of Albany Academy for Girls, Bennett Junior College and Parsons School of Design in New York City.
Being a horrible correspondent, I will take this opportunity to tell Bob that I ran into an ex-Greenfield and Deerfield friend of his now living in Southern California, while sweating out an assortment of planes from Los Angeles to Phoenix a month or so ago. The anti-climax is that I can't remember his name but he said to send his best and he was planning to come East one of these days and do it in person. So when he shows up and says he ran into some Dartmouth friend of yours while sweating out an assortment of planes to Phoenix-it was me.
Jim and Mrs. Mattoon of Lyndhurst, Ohio, were at the Inn in Hanover in early September.
Dick and Huldah Bredenberg are again proud parents, evening up the family at two girls and two boys. Ingrid, Leif and Eric have a new sister, Sigrid Suzanne born on September 23. The announcement was hand made and very timely as the youngsters lead a cheer (undoubtedly a short cheer "team") for the newest arrival.
Got a postcard from Howie and DottieHilton from Venice which was written during a grand tour including Nice, Rome, Florence, Switzerland, Germany, Amsterdam, Paris and London. Sorry we couldn't take up their invitation for a drink in St. Mark's Square.
In closing, we would like to direct your attention to a fellow alumnus who is doing a fine job in spite of adversity. Ken Turner '28, was working hard in merchandising and textiles when polio hit him in 1954. Instead of folding up completely, in spite of almost complete paralysis, he has made the use of the limited facilities he still has and is making a go of the business of magazine sub- scriptions, new and renewed, to keep his family together and enable him to perform a useful duty. With Christmas coming Up, here is a real way to help someone who has not lost faith, and whip some of your shopping problems to boot. Also, whenever you renew, you can do it with his help, sending to him your renewal form. If you want the go-now, pay-later plan, he will enter your subscription or renewal and bill you later. Ken's address is - Kenneth W. Turner, Free Hill Road, Tomkins Cove, N. Y. Tel.: Stony Point 6-3141. If you lose this issue and need the address later, drop me a line and I'll send it to you.
All for now. See you next month.
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