1924

As I write this, the campus is literally in a fog — mild weather after the severe 20 and 30 and more below zero days in January; the temperature is now above freezing. We have none of the snow New York, Boston and the Midwest struggled through, and we've had one rainy spell to take a lot of snow away. Now a light cover, melting today; the big campus statue for Carnival is going up slowly - feverish activity comes always just before the girls get here. In another week Carnival will be over and the new term started. Right now it is examinations - another kind of fog. Nostalgia, anyone?

Perhaps more than a few remember that there was a campus advertising agency back in our days, and that Al Brown was in the midst thereof. As one who, in those days, aspired to advertising as a career, and has been on the fringes ever since, this seemed awesome. Al has done well (not to mention all the others - including Spud Spaulding and Spec Ramsdell who have their own agencies in Worcester and Philadelphia, respectively; and Harry Wolfe, heading market research and other departments for their firms). He is the author of a leaflet distributed to commuters in Westport-Weston, N. Y., area to put over the local blood-donor program on a "double your blood back" basis. He got written up in the January 18 Herald Tribune ad notes, as a repeat of last year's successful drive. I've mentioned George Avery once or twice. I am chided that I have never done justice to the real eminence of this scientist-classmate who was credited (N. Y. World-Telegram and Sun, September 11, 1956) as the one who "puts the glow in Botanic Gardens." He does more than this for Brooklyn and his profession. Being the director of such a community show-place, he is a combination of scientist, public relations man and politician. His is a 'round-the-clock job; often he is on the other end of the phone when someone calls after hours with a question. Some will have forgotten that he prepared for this job as indirectly as some of us did for ours: George majored in history and economics, thinking in terms of a diplomatic career (which he now has, although not the one he had in mind). He studied at Tulane, then took up his botany at Wisconsin, came back to Dartmouth as an instructor, and is now making Brooklyn and swarms of visitors from everywhere happy with the Gardens. He has moved out of Brooklyn into Connecticut for the summers.

By the time this appears in print, I hope to have the new supply of birthday cards in use. Stu Eldredge has made a major contribution to the Class with his picture. It would be nice for some of you, when you receive your new card in March, to sit down and thank him. The address is easy: RFD 1, Springfield, Vt. And may I add another personal word: these cards have increasingly brought many of us in the class closer than we have formerly been. Won't you take advantage of the implied or stated invitation to write a brief note? No need to say very much, but we do want to know what is happening in your world. If you prefer no mention in these or other columns, your wish will be respected. But our records need refreshing with a lot of current events - sometimes just a home address would be nice to have. If, as in one case, you prefer mail to be sent to your office, we will see that that is what happens. But we would like to be better informed about you. And we are all looking ahead to two events: the next fall houseparty (a better-than-ever get-together) and the 35th reunion. How about it?

Secretary, 2 Brewster Rd., Hanover, N. H.

Treasurer, 29 Woodside Rd., Winchester, Mass.

Bequest Chairman,