1921

Back in Hanover, Ellis Briggs whose progress along our short main street is a long process is finding out that, warm though his welcome is from faculty and administration, his most heartfelt comes from a supremely happy American, Sung Kook Chung. He is the Korean who by the skin of his teeth escaped murder a dozen different times in a dozen different ways by the Communists and fled from Korea. With the able assistance of Sid Hayward '26 in the face of difficult obstacles, Ellis enabled Chung to start a new life for himself in Hanover. He became an American citizen April 26, 1961. A carpenter by trade, with his own hands Chung has built himself a house and established in it his smiling wife Ye Rock and his four children, Kyung, aged 12, Won Kun, 9, Won Hyung, 6, and - listen to the proud eagle with stars in his eyes — James, aged 1. Chung, who works from time to time for Corey Ford, has a Benjamin Franklin philosophy. He says, "The U. S. is a wonderful country, especially for working people. The more you work, the happier you are. The less you work, the less happy you are."

Know any Haitian history? Ellis Briggs and Gordon Merriam do. Chuck Moreau has sent to Hanover an airmail postcard with pictures of the bespectacled Dr. Francois Duvalier on an airmail stamp and of a pontoon bridge in Curacao, Netherland Antilles. With his young wife Monette, whom he will escort to Hanover for the Fortieth, Chuck was relaxing on a Nieuw Amsterdam cruise in the Caribbean. Monette and Chuck, married June 3, 1958, are the justifiably proud parents of Susan, now two years old. It is a bit of a pity that they are not showing her off in Hanover before admiring classmates whose children are 30 and 35 years older than Chuck's infant. It would warm the collective cockles of our hearts to have the 1961 class baby Susan Moreau, born Jan. 17, 1959, shake hands with the son of Walt Prince, Richard Cooper Prince, the first baby born to a 1921 man. The date was Nov. 30, 1921, and Richard Prince, now within nodding distance of 40, has a daughter 16 years old named Coral Anne.

Chuck Moreau is expansive not only in his family life but also in his business. The Moreau Publications plant in Orange, N. J., boasts of a new wing with 6,500 square feet of floor space. Half is slightly below ground level where three freight-car loads (about 80 tons) of newsprint rolls can be stored, and half of the floor space is a floor up, which forms an addition to the composing room. For some years now, Chuck has been turning out each week 11 newspapers with a total of some 250 pages. But they are not all. Some 46 "shoppers" averaging 20 tabloid-size pages see the light each year. Eight newspapers appear on Wednesday and two on Thursday each week. Can you imagine Chuck's headache at make-up times, Wednesday afternoons and evenings and Thursday mornings? Migraine. that's what it is. Or was. Now Chuck has space, 23 office employes and 58 shop workers a total staff of 98. Chuck takes pride in his young and gluttonous presses eating up more than 800 tons of newsprint a year with appetites like those of Dartmouth undergraduates. Five newspapers belong to Chuck, five to the Sam Howard group of Irvington. and one to the New Jersey Herald News, a Newark Negro tabloid weekly.

Were Susan Moreau to be at the Fortieth, she would have the shortest memory of any person connected with the class; the one with the longest would almost certainly be Marsh Whelden. He can recall a Sunday chapel service at Dartmouth in 1901 at which Dr. Tucker preached. Just think: this is the year in which Tracy Higgins, Hugh Cruikshank, Seth Densmore and Bob Loeb were born. Marsh, who has never forgotten that vital experience which he shared with his brother Perley Whelden '03, believes that Dartmouth made a mistake to give up compulsory chapel, but he will learn from Joe Folger that voluntary chapel and church attendance is rising constantly.

Even away from the rugged topography of the Hanover golf course, Sandy Sanders, down in a flatter and flattering Texas, says that he has trouble in breaking 82. If John Sullivan and Rynie Rothschild are about to tee off against Sandy with a five-dollar Nassau in view, they had better take his comment with a grain of salt. Sandy is as canny as a Scot. What a titleist will not do for him, an expert accustomed to the vagaries of wind and roll, is hardly worth mentioning. The nice touch which Sandy has with a golf club, Ella Grace has with a paint brush. LymanWorthington and Guy Wallick may be interested to learn that she has recently finished another commissioned full-length portrait and that she feels a new inspiration in the new studio Sandy built for her. Her oils also give her a lift. They are being shown in a spring "Studio Tour" of Houston artists. Sandy's older son Dick, a pilot for Central Airlines, has been promoted to full captain. Now out of the Navy and recently married to a California girl, the younger son Bill is doing well with U. S. Gypsum in Texas.

The young zip is still zipping in Bob Wilson. On his family estate in Fitchburg this spring, he climbed a tree 70 feet tall, and about 50 feet up, without a life belt, he sawed away, happy, while a sister, unhappy, her feet on that too, too solid ground, murmured, "Oh, oh, what's that man trying to do, kill himself?" Bob descended, unruffled, and boarded a plane for Hong Kong and the Far East where he is exploring another position with a promise to send a new address later.

High up in Southern American mountains where it is difficult to breathe, Harland Manchester in the "lost city of the Incas" amid the ruins near Huainapicchu and Machupicchu, Peru, writes that on June 12 he hopes to catch his breath in another Indian village in Revonah, Wen Erihspmah, on the banks of the Tucitcennoc, where he hopes to give an Indian yell for 1291 and the meat.

Bill Embree likes 1921 so much that he is denying himself the pleasure of sailing back to the United States from Europe on his favorite liner, the Mauretania, and he embarks instead on the Queen Elizabeth to reach New York June 6 and say hello to a few friends there and to descend on Hanover June 12 to say hello to many friends. From Cedar Rapids comes word that Van Shaffer hopes to make the Fortieth despite the pressure of travel which took him recently to Washington, Philadelphia, and New York. From Saint Paul, Willard Bixby writes that he cannot because of time taken to visit Willard Jr. in California -which makes home business imperative for the next few months.

When spring comes, Stan and Ethel Oliver say good-bye to Quincy and hello to West Keene where they help get in maple sap. Their son Howard is pathologist at the Keene Hospital and consultant at the Peterborough. Then the Olivers take off for a leisurely tour through the Smokies down to Chattanooga. Such mobility was made possible for Stan when in 1958 he retired from the practice of dentistry after 46 years of confinement to an office on a tight, almost immobile, schedule.

OLD TIMES DEPARTMENT. WHERE ARE THEY NOW? To receive fifty-year jewels from the Goldenrod Rebekah Lodge, Ma Smalley, Dispenser of Fine Foods and Hot Hot Saucy Talk, came on to Hanover recently from Pittsfield, Mass. That will be good news for John Woodhouse and TomCleveland and other members of the immortal Smalley Club.

El Harper and Dick Hill, Stan Lawrence and Dave Bowen, Harry Garland and AbeWeld will be interested to learn that Charlie Truman, Genial Banjo Player and Melodious Singer of our Student Days, is still hale and hearty. His son Ralph, who has inherited his musical ability, plays at dances and in bars in spare times when he is not on his job as an automobile mechanic. Charlie's daughter Marjorie, also musical with a musical daughter, works at the Veterans Hospital, White River Junction, but lives in Hanover next door to her father and brother. It's a small world. Who do you think gives Marjorie fine American vegetables? Why, of course! Ellis Briggs' American friend, that Benjamin Franklin philosopher, Sung Kook Chung, who lives a bamboo sprout away. Charlie Truman enjoys his music now on TV but he enjoys more his great-grandson, mighty cute and well behaved.

Secretary, 33 East Wheelock St. Hanover, N. H.

Class Agent, 2 Wall St., New York 5, N. Y.