1924
The second term ends as this is written; we had the thaw-and-rain in February rather than January, and of course it waited for Freshman Fathers' weekend which made alumni fathers sure that things haven't changed much here, including the weather. It was the breaking up of the long and very cold spell, with plenty of snow - less than you had in Boston and New York, but the timing was poor. This weekend (March 5) was spoiled by the remnants of Chicago's tornado. The snow is gone on the campus, except for a few spots, and the duckboards are down and getting repaired daily from the thundering feet. Now we are in the final week of the term, final exams loom, and then the exodus for Florida and points thereabouts. This time the Aliens stay right here; we learned our lesson last year when we did go to Florida but had to fight the snow and sleet wherever we tried to fly. It's nice to have pretty postcards from those of you who are traveling — as Harriet and Ted Nilsen, down in the West Indies. Which reminds me to correct the record: Butts and Harriet Lamson are not going to Europe as planned; plans have been shelved until a more propitious (for them) time. Wait a year, Butts, and we'll meet you over there when Marearet garet I go on my final sabbatical leave.
Going back to Freshman Fathers' Weekend, in addition to seeing the fathers of some of my advisees, we managed to catch Frank Loveland down at the house; saw Luit a couple of times but always out of reach, and had a brief chat with Rollie Taylor who was doing a very fine thing - substituting with a '24 son whose father has gone on ahead. I know many of you have experienced these affairs and my own conclusion is that they are very well worth while. We have over half of the fathers coming to the campus, attending class, and renewing their youth.
Red Maloney came for his annual prespring visitation, and it was our pleasure to share a little time with him on this pilgrimage. Sorry Margaret and I had to abandon him for other pursuits mid-evening. (You were wise not to risk the poetry-reading. We agree on preferring to pick our poets - and topics of lively conversation. See you this summer, Red; have your boat in good trim and I'll serve as ballast again.)
Some of you have asked when Don Bartlett is coming back to his teaching here at Dartmouth. Seeing his picture in the March issue indicates he is still on the job in Japan. His birthday is also in March, so I have asked him when. .. . Another in government service abroad is Bob Macaulay, with the U.S. Information Service; he was formerly out in the Far East, but now is in Mexico City ... where snow "is something that hangs from Christmas trees, solamente." We've reported Earl Daum's return to the States from his very successful years in Australia for General Motors; and also Jerry Sutton's years in Johannesburg, where things must be exciting. Trying to keep up with Al Leibling, and his trips to Paris and elsewhere as he writes for the New Yorker, is too exciting and so he must continue to get his mail late more often than not. Ted Lamb's industrial projects have been reported before, but in a recent comment on the youthfulness of his key personnel he was quoted as follows: in the past thirty years since he started practicing law, he has taken at least three months out of every year for skiing and other outdoor vacations.
Turning to the academic scene, Alex Gibson is the author of an article in the spring 1960 issue of The Andover Bulletin describing his work as Director of Bureau of Self-Help (since 1949) at Andover Academy. The Bureau dates back to World War I days, but there are many changes today in the service it was then set up to give in scholarships and provision of work opportunities. Many of us in teaching at the private preparatory school or college level are finding ourselves more and more involved in this and other forms of guidance and help.
Of those in the class who paint for pleasure or profit, or both, Dick Morin is increasingly active. We regret not having gotten over to Springfield, Vt., where he had an exhibit of water colors at the Miller Art Center during February. But we did see some of them when the Morins and the Aliens joined the Stu Eldredges there for a pleasant evening. An unexpected dividend was an opportunity to see a large number of watercolors made by both Stu and Marion in Italy on their recent trip. (Joe Butler, note.)
Perhaps others make the same mistake I seem also to repeat: Edward C. Jones, still part of the family business as written up in the Saturday Evening Post a few years ago (many of you buy their sausage, I'm sure), and C. Edward Jones (also known as Ed) still of West Palm Beach, Fla., and whom I missed seeing here in Hanover last summer. My apologies to each for my error (written into my records and now corrected), and thanks to CEJ for putting me straight. And especially for bringing me up to date regarding his personal life. I seem also to have gotten him confused with Ed Howe in "A. D." Adams' mind. And so am doubly glad for being called and corrected.
News from the West Coast arrives, by skis probably. Thanks to the alert spies there. They talk out there of no snow (plenty of rain) and brag about crocuses coming up in the lawn. Now we too have rain and the loveliest crocuses have broken through the leaf-cover, even in this wintry place. The word is that young John Mauk's "Susie" is the daughter of the Fred Knowles, of Phoenix, Ariz, (not D.); that they met as co-eds at Colorado College, from whence John graduated with high credit, president of his chapter of Kappa Sigma (and John Sr. a good Phi Psi!); now the happy couple are enrolled in Arizona State College: Susie to have two years more undergraduate work before a degree and John working for his Master's - teaching ahead. There are two siblings, Elsbeth Ann being older and Janet less older, with young John being the youngest. Some may recall that our John had a sister, '26 from Smith and married to Henson Jones '25; they were on hand for the wedding, which was a festive affair according to reports. Father of the groom is now busy with his three-a-week golf game and getting the boat ready for a spring cruise. No word about Bets, mother of the groom; perhaps just "resting comfortably." And hope you all are doing the same.
Secretary, 2 Brewster Rd., Hanover, N. H.
Class Agent, 328 Orchard PL, Ridgewood, N. J.
