1935

The projecting bay windows on the northwest corner of the Hanover Inn provide an unparalleled view of the campus and Baker Library while at the same time enabling the onlooker, by a slight turn of the head, to peer up and down Wheelock Street and down South Main Street towards Campion's and the Co-op. In the rooms with this outlook the Inn has thoughtfully placed a desk so that all views are immediately available. It is not the place, I can tell you from personal experience Sunday, to attempt the writing of Class Notes. Rather it is a place to induce reveries of Dartmouth. In spite or the physical changes in the College and the frightening pace of new construction which is now proceeding, there is no change visible from the Inn Corner. The change is in the onlooker, not the scene looked upon, although on closer scrutiny I seem to remember the Senior Fence ran along the third base line of campus soft ball games rather than the first base line as it is now. The line of parking meters is new but there is still no traffic light at the intersection. The parade of faculty members in and out of the Bookstore with the Sunday papers has not changed, but those I recognized seemed twenty-five years older....

At any rate, the two hours provided by the cancellation of plane flights from Lebanon flew by without my putting a word to paper and I boarded the Boston and Maine with Charlie Widmayer still snapping at my heels. I discovered on the way, to my considerable astonishment, that I had never made the train trip from (or to) Hanover before and was quite enchanted with another set of views all the way to Northampton.

Tom Wilson was with me and we spent the time, not talking of bequests as you might imagine, but of the problems of academic policy these days: what a Dartmouth education was, is, and should be. George Colton's son. Dick (Wesleyan '64), was in front of us, talking to some girls returning to Smith Tom and I both wondered what it would be like to peel off thirty years and start over.

Our talk also turned to Hugh Rafferty, now a General Motors man also, as Manufacturing Superintendent of the A C Spark plug Division, in Flint, Mich., and Ed Skillin, with Central Envelope and Lithograph Co., in Chicago, and Fritz Beebe. If you read this magazine carefully last month you already know Fritz has forsaken the law to become Chairman of the Board of the Washington Post Company (Publishers of the Washington newspaper of that name) and Vice Chairman of Newsweek, Inc. It is expected that Fritz will be especially active in the Newsweek operation and will maintain his offices in the Newsweek building in New York. This isn't entirely a new job for Fritz since he has been in the past, as a partner in the law firm of Cravath, Swaine and Moore, the New York counsel for The Post Company. Mr. Philip L. Graham, President and controlling stockholder of the Post, recently bought control of Newsweek from the Vincent Astor Foundation.

The Class Officers' meeting, which was the occasion of ray being in Hanover, turned up quite a collection of thirty-fivers. It was helped by a dinner in honor of Tommy Dent which was held at the same time. Our official delegation of McCarty, Bankart, Fitzhugh, Williams, Naramore and Wilson missed by one being the largest present. Others turned up at Colton's cocktail party including Jim West, Biddy Chase, Ken Webster, George Goodman, Cam Duncan, Jim Huntley and Bus Latimer.

Jim West has an interesting job, particularly in these clays, as Research Administrator for the Lincoln Laboratories at M.I.T. His success is based on the fact that however smart present day scientists may be they are rarely in a position to control the funds of a research laboratory effectively or to bargain with Government agencies on the financial arrangements for a research program. This frequently puts Jim in the post of telling nationally prominent scientists with an IQ of 190 where they head in — a novel experience for anybody.

Jim Huntley, the famous piano player from Norwich, also showed up but we missed him on the Saturday night song fest in the basement of the Inn where Bankart did an outstanding job of playing any song that anyone could think of.

We were exposed to some propaganda about the wonderful job WDGR, the student radio station, was doing. This was neatly deflated by Biddy Chase, who runs the local commercial radio station WTSL. He has the advertisers in the Hanover-White River-Lebanon area sewed up in a blanket. It shows what a pro can do against amateurs. Somewhat the same situation is badly affecting the Daily Dartmouth, increasingly exposed to the competition of commercial newspapers and the radio.

Naramore had a color photo of the beer drinking duo of Harris and Davis (Jack Davis, that is) taken at Virginia City, Nev., last summer. They were snapped on the steps of an old fire engine and are in a pose reminiscent of old timers day. Jack is with the Fallon, Nev., school system and Sam operates his own insurance agency in Tacoma, Wash.

In addition to the In Memoriam Notice the following note from Johnny Jewett about Bob Quimby may properly close this column.

In the spring of 1933, Bob was one of five members of the Studenten Verbindung Germania who had formed a small dance orchestra which was engaged by the North German Lloyd Steamship Company to play in tourist class for a student cruise to Europe on board the Bremen, returning two months later on the Columbus. None of us including Bob was particularly expert either as a German linguist or as a musician but we had a wonderful time even if the other passengers didn't! Bob played trumpet. After landing at Bremerhaven we did some sightseeing and after a few days I helped him with the purchase of a Fahrrad (bicycle) which he persisted in calling a "Radfahr," his German being even shakier than mine. It was his plan, which he carried out very successfully, to tour Germany alone on this with just a small bundle of belongings strapped to the luggage carrier and making use of the numerous, student hostels which were available throughout the country. As he drove off with a small map in one hand and a big smile on his face, I remember wondering whether I would ever see him again and at the same time thinking how good this would be for his stamina and respiratory quotient next fall on the cross country team.

Only two other things come to mind: he and I both despised chemistry and this made us kindred spirits; I will never forget the look of hero worship on the face of his little sister when we embarked for Europe on the Bremen. It was very touching, and I am convinced well justified.

Sam Harris and Jack Davis, both '35, ran intoeach other last summer in Virginia City, Nev.Harris was visiting from Tacoma, Wash.

"Opening Night" at the new Hanover InnMotor Lodge, during class officers weekend,brought together (upper, l to r) Nancy Sawyer, Pete and Barbara Fitzherbert, Bill Niss,Maisie Jackson, John Sawyer; (floor) StoneyJackson, Eloise Gibney, Jeanette Gill.

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