1943
I can not write this column without mentioning my personal sadness at the tragic loss of Bob Carroll '38, old friend and my early inspiration to attend Dartmouth. His heroic wartime achievements, his singular rise in the U.S. Navy, his great family devotion all marked an unusual man, and one who will be greatly missed by all who knew him.
The subject of 1943 class dues has brought interesting comments from Don Reich and Bus Mosbacher. Many of us, sorry to say, haven't paid much attention to our treasurer's annual billing, even though we have responded to alumni giving. Of 450 living '43s, some 365 have paid dues at one time or another (never more than 322 in one year); an additional 30 have contributed to the Alumni Fund but never paid dues; 70 of 150 nongraduates have paid dues. This year to date we have 290 paid members, and the class has a slight deficit.
Actually of the $5.00 dues, our treasury is left with two dollars after the ALUMNI MAGAZINE subscription is paid. The remainder, after deducting minor expenses, hardly makes for a large treasury. Bus Mosbacher, fired up from a recent Hanover visit where he saw great things in progress, suggests that each member add $10.00 to annual dues to build a sizable 25th Anniversary Gift —just ten short years away. Our gift would then be in line with other classes. Fifteen dollars a year from each of us would be no great strain. Belonging to this class is the best thing that ever happened to any of us. Let's have some comments on the suggestion.
Don Reich's serious analysis of class dues sent me packing to the Aegis, for frankly I've been confused by several class Dons. Surely enough this Don Reich was none other than the worst waiter in Thayer Hall's history and later the most colorful aviation cadet ever to frighten Pensacola. Now a Brooklyn lawyer, Don would probably rather forget his guinea pig cadet status when, hardly knowing port from starboard, he was selected to fly an experimental training program which eliminated one major training phase. In zebra-striped planes Don and company shook up the Whiting Field patterns with cross-wind, down-wind, and wheels-up landings in a dazzling display. I was transferred before Don finished, but I am glad to know he is still among us. Many years ago I would not have taken bets on it!
From the press wires: Brad Cole, Rood Club friend and Chesapeake and Potomac Telephone Company supervisor, was named to head Washington's 1960 Cancer Crusade. A member of Washington's Board of Trade, Brad and wife Doris live with their three children in Silver Spring, Md.... George Lowden, moving from Detroit, is now Akron district manager of New York's Enjay Co. - a promotion.... Ed Lider, CPT birdman, climbing up in the motion picture world as president of national Allied Exhibitors, a large group of independent indoor and outdoor theater operators. Ed's selection makes him the first of Allied's "second generation" leaders to head the national organization. Navy veteran and Harvard Law graduate, Ed joined the Nathan Yamins Theaters in New England and later became president of the circuit in 1957. Now lives with wife Dorothy and their three children in West Newton.... Clarke S. Lyon, elected director of the Hadley Falls Trust Co., Holyoke's largest bank.
Dick Pierce writes from Enfield, N. H., that he has forsaken Paris for new fields in the USA. Sorry to hear of his wife's illness. Dick, a College Hall man, once introduced the other inmates to a 1942 version of hi-fi, consisting of record player, amplifier, and several loudspeakers mounted on plywood and suspended from College Hall's roof. Lebanon residents said they received the music loud and clear, but local college authorities took a dim view of Glen Miller ricocheting off Balch Hill.
Fan mail... from Lcdr. T. R. O'Neil '50 wanting to know from overseas if I was the SNJ pusher from Pensacola long ago. None other, Tim, and so very glad to hear from you, one of the best men in the U.S. Navy any time ... from Sherry Baketel '20, Philadelphia insurance man extraordinaire, telling me he enjoys the column (and plotting to sell me more insurance). Flattery will get you somewhere, Sherry.... Never know who's looking in, do you....
Just received Farmer Mead's first edition of the "1943 Newsletter." Good reading. We're both interested in hearing from you reluctant dragons. Perhaps we should appeal to the wives for stuff about their bashful husbands.
Incidentally, don't forget to make payments on your Capital Gifts pledges —just reminding myself.
Secretary, 1445 Cherry Lane Pottstown, Penna.
Treasurer, 159 Willow St., Brooklyn 1, N.Y.
