Letters

Pete Brundage'45

To THE EDITOR:

Nothing to do with Dartmouth has pleased me more than my discovery, in the January MAGAZINE, that the Skiway lodge will keep alive the memory of Pete Brundage '45. What others remember of him, I can only guess, but for me it seems finally fitting that Pete should be honored in this unique way. To have named a trail for him (as for Don Worden '39, that incomparable past-master of half-somersaults) would only have been to parody his struggling stem-christies; Pete was at his best in anybody's warming hut, where he could wield a guitar around the big fire.

Don Page '47 and I once shared a memorable ten-hour ride with Pete, coming back from the Lake Placid College Week in 1944. Pete was ski team manager that trip, and already a V-12 Marine. Don and I were freshmen to both the team and the College, new to intercollegiate racing and civilians to the kind of trip that Pete drove, with the whole team's skis piled thick in the back of an antique station wagon rented from Joe D'Esopo. The gears froze into first leaving Placid in the sub-zero January dusk; we had a wartime flat somewhere short of Whitehall, and pushed prayerfully into Rutland about midnight with no spare and a blown lump the size of a tennis ball on our right rear tire. We used our last change there to finance Pete's call to his Marine Commandant ("I guess maybe I'm going to be kind of late, Major"), and we used our last gas coupon before grinding up over Pico and down toward Woodstock in the cold that stung us from an open tailgate rich with the Ford's exhaust. Four miles out of White River the gas finally gave out and we pushed (pushed!) the wagon home to the Junction's 2:00 a.m. main street, where Fletcher typically appeared with a gallon of black-market gas. Pete was late for taps that night, as he is late now to the Skiway after the taps that blew for him on Okinawa; but it is good to remember that on that Placid trip as on all the rest - Pete was singing, every raw mile of the way.

Wellesley, Mass.

Yes, He Did

To THE EDITOR:

Considering the picture of Andy Truxal and friend in the January issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, I wonder if he didn't miss a good point when he explained "why teachers teach."

Golden, Colo.

Four Years Left Out

To THE EDITOR:

That was an awfully interesting article you had in the December issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, on WDBS.

Your story tells that this is the station's 10th anniversary year, and it led me to wonder just what Bill Mitchell and Nick Sandoe and a dozen or so others were doing up there about 1943 when we established DBS. I imagine that the difference lies between the call letters DBS and WDBS, but I sort of thought that we had established a radio station which today would be about fourteen years old.

Everett, Mass.

Prof ess or Hull

To THE EDITOR:

In Professor Ray ton's touching tribute to Gordon Ferrie Hull in the December 1956 issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE reference is made to his "chapel talk of 1912."

The subject of that talk is not mentioned, but my guess is that it was a talk which came back to me with terrible force in Chungking, when the news of Hiroshima came through. As I recall, Professor Hull told the captive Sunday audience of undergraduates that a single atom contained enough energy to blow a battleship hundreds of feet into the air. At this juncture in his talk, the audience "wooded up" — an unheard of incident in Chapel. Professor Hull, surprised, hesitated a moment and then said: "Gentlemen, I am speaking of the smaller things in God's creation" or words to that effect.

Another recollection: Professor Hull was my "Freshman Adviser," to whom I had to submit my schedule of courses for my sophomore year. I had listed several courses in languages, but no physics or chemistry. Professor Hull looked at my card and read off, slowly: "French; Spanish; German." He then handed me my card and .said: "Little, when you get through Dartmouth, you'll be able to speak half a dozen languages, but you won't know anything to talk about!"

Washington,D.C.

Note the Address

To THE EDITOR:

On Page 69 of your December issue is a too modest account of the tragedy that assailed Kenneth W. Turner '28.

We all hire and fire magazines, often with little thought. From each subscription or renewal to The New Yorker, for example, $2.00 would go to Alumnus Turner. Think of it!

Those of you who subscribe and renew through regular channels, take heed. To write or phone Ken Turner is just as easy, once his address gets in one's little book. I am repeating his address from your magazine: Kenneth W. Turner, Free Hill Road, Tompkins Cove, N. Y. (Stony Point 6-3141).

Washington, D. C.

Inspired by Ike?

To THE EDITOR:

The recent article in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE about President Eisenhower does not cover one item that may be of interest to Dartmouth golfers.

That is, the fact that the only two holes-in-one scored in a foursome with the President were made by two of his golfing partners who were contemporaries at Dartmouth.

Both Albert Bradley '15 and Sigurd Larmon 14 are members of the Augusta National and have played golf and bridge with the President over a number of years.

Bradley scored his hole in one while playing with the President at Augusta three years ago. Larmon made a hole in one as the President's partner at the Burning Tree course in Washington a year ago.

Mr. Mover's arithmetic is better than ours.The author should have made it clear that hewas referring to ten years of WDBS operationsince its postwar revival on a bigger scale.