1938
Bill Lyle keeps his hat in the ring with a brief note: "I occasionally see Mattimore and Jones on the New Haven and Tom McGrath in the city. All look well and prosperous." Bill points out doing a little enrollment work in Greenwich, Conn., where "I'm working for the Big Green and have several live ones applying this year, including the football and tennis captains."
Dick Jones, in a real brief one, reports that he is on Sabbatical and living in Hanover where the kids are in the local school system. He doesn't like the idea of Dartmouth going co-ed, but he does like growing older because "background gets richer."
Bob Faegre does it again. ... He keeps winning on all fronts, and now he has the "Secretary of the Year." She won the competition of the National Secretaries Association, and while on a tour of New York, she told Marylin Bender of the Times: "Mr. Faegre is the ideal boss." And from what we read, she is quite a gal and her name is Sue Russell, "not a Girl Friday, not an Executive Secretary, not a private secretary, but just the secretary to Robert Faegre," President of the Minnesota and Ontario Paper Company of Minneapolis.
The Stewart Whitmans announce the marriage of their daughter, Elizabeth Emily, to Gerald Anderson in Dallas last November.
Hollingworth checked in from Elgin, Ill., during Christmas week to say he is purchasing director for an Elgin firm.
" Sandy Mills and Bob Eckel, the partition manufacturer and the medico, are starting to look their years here in Cleveland. I guess your correspondent is the only 1930-vintage character who still looks like a sophomore. Of course, I was graduated from Dartmouth at the age of 16. It does make some difference.
The original smiling Irishman caught me off guard by inviting the Cleveland Kings to Boston to see the Dartmouth-Harvard hockey classic. We'd love to have gone, but the notice was some brief. Yet, I think there was a subtle hooker. There's a key player on the Harvard club named Cotter, and maybe Jim had a little reverse humor planned. Jamsie . . . stay well. . . root for Harvard all you want, but stay in there and work just as hard for Hanover. The Big Twenty-Fifth is coming up next year, and we need you.
Jack Godfrey writes: "For the past ten years I have been in the private practice of medicine as a partner in the Olean Medical Group, N. Y. It consists of eleven men in this town of 25,000. This has been a very satisfactory type of practice with many of the patients coming from the surrounding rural areas of Southwestern New York and Northwestern Pennsylvania. I am chief of medicine at the Olean General Hospital and as a voluntary endeavor, am chairman of the Cattaraugus County Mental Health Board which has founded and operates a psychiatric clinic here.
"Jean and I have five children ranging from eighteen to nine years in age. We live on a farm on the edge of town where we raise Christmas trees; have a couple of horses (which I very carefully stay off of) and enjoy the good skiing and fair hunting in the area. Our older son, John Jr., is going through the painful process of looking at, and being looked at, by colleges. This is a different era than the depression days when the colleges greeted you with cries of welcome. The above may sound somewhat unexciting, but it has proven exactly what we wanted... a chance to do good medicine combined with the small town and country life that we enjoy."
The Baron, Mr. Class Chairman, Vice President of Aetna and the Ole Red Head Himself, has been getting around, as usual. At the Princeton football fracas, he reports seeing Ev Wood, Art Soule, Bob South-worth, Mallory, Paul Barber, Alex Jones, Herb Harries, Don Boyle, Tom Boyan, Bob Deery, George Buck and Bob Halleck ... all in apparently good shape.
Jack Ahern stopped into the Baron's Hartford office not long ago. The former is a trial lawyer in Boston, but Baron said all the information they exchanged was "hello." Who's being sued, Baron?
The Class Executive Committee slate will be presented at the '63 Reunion. Mallory is heading up the Nominating Committee with Whitey Mays and Lou Frick. If you have suggestions send them to one of these stalwarts.
From somewhere in the high, cold, Rockies, Harald Pabst sends a warm message. The date line is Snowmass Ranch, Snowmass, Colo.
Married Patricia Lee Johnston in 1940. Since that time we have accumulated three boys and two girls, in that order, the oldest being almost twenty-one, the youngest being ten; two dogs, a cat, a registered Hereford ranch, and a job as treasurer with the (so help me!) Aspen Institute for Humanistic Studies. I am also chief cook and bottle washer, more politely called president, of the Aspen Meadows which is the hotel end of the Aspen Institute.
Being very enthusiastic about the benefits being derived from Institute Seminars, I am enclosing the annual report at which you may have time to take a quick look.
As you probably have gathered, Snowmass is very close to Aspen - actually only seventeen miles — so we also manage to get in a fair amount of skiing in the winter.
So long for now.
Secretary, 2945 Fairmount Cleveland 18, Ohio
Treasurer, Hunter Lane, Rye, N. Y.
