1934

We weren't exactly cut out for a society reporter so this format may be a little more than slightly bungled, but we can at first hand report the marriage of Bill Schermaan and Gerry Ganteaume on Sunday, February 19, in the Hitchcock Presbyterian Church, Scarsdale, N. Y. If Gerry had set that date a few days earlier, we would have made the previous issue with this item and they would have missed the flight engineers' strike which made somewhat uncertain honeymoon plans for a flight to Bermuda.

Marty Dwyer gave an admirable performance as best man and Reg Bankart '35, whose wife is sister to the bride, not only gave the bride away but provided the setting whereby a goodly crowd of '34's, among others, gathered to felicitate the happy couple, swap lies with each other, and spill champagne on Reg's orientals.

With apologies to the many beautiful ladies who accompanied most of these gentlemen, there were in attendance: Dr. Sig Stern,Or. Em Day, Orv Dryfoos, George Copp, JeffJackson, Ray Hulsart, Roily Morton, NelsKrogslund, Stan Smoyer, Will Maynard, DickGruen, Jerry Danzig, Mac Collins and a slightly stoned Scandinavian working under other handicaps, too, who took a couple of shots of the bride and groom on a staircase heavily overloaded with-most of the above, and with a little luck it may make some issue of this mag.

In all it was a very happy occasion and we know that the whole class, in absentia, joined us in wishing the very best to the sparkplug of 1934 and his lovely bride.

While on the society page, we can report the annual Boston alumni dinner drew its usual sparse attendance from 1934. HarryCohen is sweating out his son's acceptance at Dartmouth; Frank Colten has five daughters and needs no more problems; Bill Emerson is newly back in the fold as reported; Gilly Gilmore chauffered some of the patriarchs of the college down from Manchester, N. H.; and Legal light Bob Rodman,Nick Xanthaky and ye sec rounded out the party.

NAMES IN THE NEWS gives us a chance to record also that Nick Xanthaky has been re-elected to the board of directors and continues as secretary o£ the Gyrodyne Company of America, Inc.. . . and Bill Cahn has recently had published "The Story of Pitney-Bowes" which we can believe is, as it says, the unusual story of an unusual company.

The regular '34 correspondence this month was unusually heavy - two letters. Both to correct somewhat innocent errors, not really ye see's, for as Fiorello said, "When we make them they're beauts."

First from old buddy, Dave Luck,

Just to clear the record and avoid classmates' possible envy of the soft professorial life of ol Dave. I am not on sabbatical, I no longer am even a professor. My title is longer, that of "Senior Marketing Economist" ... at Stanford Research Institute, which is a blood relative to Stanford University with a separate staff. I shucked teaching for a quite full time task in developing the marketing research program of this outstanding organization.

Other news? Have enjoyed excellent health considering my disregard of it... my peerless wife, Adele, is just as peerless after twenty years . . . our brood remains three, all boys. The oldest entered college this fall - not Dartmouth, but at least a liberal arts college that looks rather Ivy League for California. His younger brothers are diligent pupils, too, and we do hope to have a third Dartmouth generation in the family yet.

Then comes Al Wallace, to say: "Having been told from times beyond recall that it is better late than never, and indulging a stray suspicion that others may not share my casual viewpoint, I bestir me to say that, contrary to the import of my biographical sketch in the Anniversary Yearbook, Uncle Sam never did manage to get his arms around me during the War. The misinformation results from an attempt on my part at a pun which, unfortunately, turned out to be clumsy and/or obscure. I should appreciate it if you cleared the record." Consider it cleared, Al, and welcome to the club. What we write so crystal-clear frequently comes out clumsy and/or obscure also.

Then back to the granary of stored away aids to the struggling secretary... for instance, Phil Eckels, "Just had son John's carnival date here picking up long handled underwear for John and full instructions on how to get through the Boston Airport and how to behave at Carnival. How we parents presume" ... and Dr. George Ham, "Am now entering my tenth year as Professor and Chairman of the Department of Psychiatry at U. of North Carolina School of Medicine. We lost our oldest daughter last June through an overwhelming infection. Sue is a freshman at the University of Wisconsin, and George Jr. is at Westtown School, Penna., pointing in the direction of Dartmouth . . . other Hanover aspirants, from JoeSwensson "Spent a few days in Hanover last summer and entered applications for my two boys, one fifteen and the other only eight nothing like being early" . . . and Dr. GeorgeEngel "Enjoyed a visit to Hanover in November with wife and son, Peter, who is applying for admission to class of 1965. Spent two days as guest of the Medical School where I gave two public lectures and enjoyed meeting with old Rochester friends, especially S. Marsh Tenney, the school's brilliant dean and leader. Under his leadership the Dartmouth Medical School has a great future"... and a wind-up from a professional writer, Stan Silverman, "Some inconsequential news notes: have moved - along with wife, teen-aged stepdaughter Alicia, bairns Andrew (four and a half now) and Alec (three and a half) and boxer Caesar (going on eight) to hard-to-describe Laurel Canyon sector of Hollywood. Also, after having written some dozen-odd (very odd, some of 'em) scripts for Sea Hunt, I took over as story editor of that show in August '60 to help guide it through its watery fourth year. Am also doing some miscellaneous writing for a new show. 'Ripcord,' and for a local church-sponsored TV show, 'lnsight.' "

We again don't have much room for that 30 YEARS AGO bit, but just in case you want to leave this mag open in front of the kids with this underlined, it was just that thirty-odd ago that The Dartmouth published the earth-shaking news that the entering freshmen at Dartmouth were revealed as ranking first in intelligence tests given to incoming classes throughout the country.

And speaking of disrespectful offspring, and other things, we had just about written the above when in the front door walked Jack O'Brien, our worthy Class Agent, with his eldest son, Dennis. Denny is a freshman at a college here in Worcester which we don't often speak of because of its habit of doing rather rude things athletically to the gentlemen and scholars whom we nurture at Hanover. Over tea and a few toasts we spoke of many things, including the abovementioned rude things which Denny occasionally referred to, but it also seems fitting at the risk of stepping into the revitalized Scherman's pasture to casually mention in closing that we have an Alumni Fund.

Secretary, 12 Berwick St., Worcester 2, Mass.

Class Agent, 131 South Third St., Olean, N. Y.