1935

Having just returned from Hanover, where the Class of 1935 held a small reunion technically known as the fall meeting of the Class Executive Committee, I am somewhat more saturated by college news than class news. For example, it is note worthy that Fred Haley found his Tahitian pretty rusty when visiting the islands earlier this year and left his nine-year-old son at school in Papeete to re-learn the language and the customs of Bora Bora for his old man. Is this news to compete with the creeping paralysis of the Dutch elm disease which threatens to make Hanover look like Bermuda did ten years ago when the blight had wiped out the cedars?

Now it is true that Dave Williams, our genial treasurer, has been elected executive vice-president of the National Federation of Financial Analysts Societies. (Say this trippingly on the tongue.) But is it of such general importance that I should omit reference to the acoustical qualities of the new Hanover Inn Motor Lodge, where the occupants of the second deck picking up nickels in their bare feet create a thunderous tintin nabulation for the hapless residents of the room below?

You can see the sort of problem I have. The only combination news I have is that Carl Funke's son, Carl Jr., played good ball for Dartmouth as right end (No. 82) and helped beat New Hampshire 28-3. A fellow named Fitzhugh, who is related to your secretary, played some soccer against the University of Connecticut the same day but those nutmeg heads won, 2-1.

Speaking of '35 fathers whose sons are now at Dartmouth, we have quite a roster. The latest count I have is three in '61, six in '62, eight in '63, ten in '64, and fourteen in '65. This sort of looks like a trend. Here are the names of those who have just en- tered with the freshman class: Lorenzo T. Carlisle,III Don H. Curtis, Robert B. Gage, Frederick G. Hamlin Jr., Selden L. Hannah, Bryce C. Harbaugh, Henry C. Hawkins III, Frank J. Hermes, Allan D. Hislop, Sven B. Karlen Jr., Donald K. Kurson, Edward K. Muller, Richard D. Williams, John H. Wright. Chips off the old blocks.

Bryce Harbaugh and John Wright as representatives of this group attended the dinner your executive committee held at the Norwich Inn Saturday night. How impressed they were with the vocalization sparked by Jim Huntley at the piano (on which F natural and B flat were permanently jammed) I do not know. But later reports held that they were impressed by the Class of 1935. In other words, as old crocks 26 years out, we made the grade. This is a bigger compliment than those of you without teen-age sons might assume.

Various weighty matters were discussed earlier in the day at our formal meeting which no doubt you will hear about via "The Tear Bag." (Bankart is entitled to some grist for his mill.) Three items bear mention here: (1) the gathering momentum behind plans for our demise, i.e., the bequest program about which you will be hearing more specifically; (2) the decision that the title of "The Tear Bag" was not sophomoric but traditional to our class; (3) the planning for the next regular meeting of the executive committee - plus any other thirty-fivers who can make it — on the weekend of the first home game next fall.

The meeting was well attended with McCarty, Fitzhugh, Naramore and Bankart;Brush, Sholkin, Ziemen and Frank Wright;Diamond, Fran Chase, Johnny Wallace,George Colton, Haley, Hage and Harbaugh.Cameron, Biddy Chase, Funke, Goodman and Heller put in intermittent appearance, not to mention the übiquitous Mr. Huntley.I hope I haven't forgotten somebody.

I asked those present about the function of this column and was told it is the official record of the class. Quite impressed. I hope you are clipping it out and pasting on rag paper. Also learned there are a few who don't receive the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. This is quite depressing. Perhaps you could mail it to your indigent classmates who don't pay their dues.

Congratulations are in order for HarvConklin on his promotion to associate actuary of The Life Insurance Company of Virginia. Harv joined Life of Virginia in 1959, after 23 years with the actuarial staff of the Metropolitan Life Insurance Co. in New York. Always interested in keeping pace with the actuarial field, he is a member of the Society of Actuaries and the Middle Atlantic Actuarial Club. Harv and Violet are now living at 609 Horsepen Rd., Richmond, Va.

Howie Hinman, whose Canadian brother was written up last month, runs the International Paper Co. mill in Pine Bluff, Ark. He concluded a particularly tough labor negotiation this summer which sets the pattern for IP's 13,000 hourly employees in the South and relaxed long enough to send the following word: "... I didn't get married till after the war. Doris was an airline hostess for TWA. Our five kids are Linda ten, Bill eight, Burt six, Jimmy four, and Mary Lee two. [What planning!] Since we live on six acres of land, in addition to the kids we have one horse, five Easter roosters, two dogs, two ducks and next week we will get a baby skunk that is now at the vet's being fixed up.

"Most of my summer recreation is taking the kids swimming and only find time to play golf and fish two or three times a year. I will neglect my work to duck hunt. This is a sport that fits in with work as I can get up at 4 A.M., get my limit of ducks and be at the mill by 9:30 A.M. My wife can't understand how I can also find time occa- sionally to go quail hunting or dove hunting. One of my dogs is a Chesapeake retriever and it is really something to watch him retrieving ducks."

This is calculated to make you city dwellers envious. In a recent effort to capture the bucolic myself I drove through Wiley Hubbell territory to deposit my daughter at Holins College, near Roanoke, Va. At lunch I was approached by a personable freshman (freshwoman?) from my own home town who inquired demurely if I knew her greatuncle, Bill Hands. I did, and so do you. But the idea of our generation having greatnieces of college age gave me quite a start. The trip home, via Tuggle, Skinquarter and Winterpock, Va., was without incident, except to note, near Staunton, a sign advertising GRIM REALTY. Thought it said GRIM REALITY, just for a moment.

Secretary, Hog Hill Road Chappaqua, N. Y.

Treasurer, 305 Grosse Pointe Blvd. Grosse Pointe Farms, Mich.