1940

It is always a pleasure to hear from a friend you haven't seen for a long time. And when that renewed relationship takes the form of a phone call across the country it assumes an even deeper pleasure. It was nice to talk with Phil Dostal again when he called from his home in Atherton, Calif., but more than that it was exciting to learn that he and Betty were going to come to Hanover. They have plans to fly to Switzerland and decided to start a few days early and come back to the campus to take in Carnival. So they are expected in later this week for four days of that Winterland Show, that Mardi Gras of the North. Since this is Betty's initiation to the College it had better freeze up and snow a little more before then. Right now it seems more like spring and the fellows are scraping up snow where they can find it in order to build the statues.

Another Hanover visitor, but from a closer quarter, was Turk Lake who spent a day recently interviewing applicants at Tuck School. Bob, who is manager of the New York buying department for Procter and Gamble, has been making these interviewing junkets to Hanover for three or four years along about this time of the winter. In other years he has brought wife Lee and sons Tom or Steve, all with skis. But this year he came alone and with no equipment in sight - must be getting old. It was good to catch up with him over dinner though and hear about the summer sailing they do. Somehow I don't feel so sorry for these New York commuters who can hop off a train and be on the water eating supper on a boat within fifteen minutes! Of course it helps to have Long Island Sound at the end of your street! Bob keeps his hand in Dartmouth affairs by interviewing freshmen applicants. In fact he and Joe Adams and Sam Williams form a pretty solid '40 team working together for the Green.

A wonderfully long and newsy letter from Jake Powell brings us up to date on some of his activities. I know from good authority, namely the Yale Alumni Magazine, that Jake and his department are not merely "watchmen'' but are full-fledged security officers charged with keeping the Yalies out of trouble, guarding all university property, protecting the rare books in the Library and the art in the gallery as well as keeping a constant check on some research projects involving air-conditioned, humidity-controlled experiments. His job also means that he has to give a hearing to any student who brushes with the law or a university regulation before he either straightens out the minor infraction or reports more serious cases to a disciplinary committee. I think you'll be interested to see some of Jake's letter and if you are ever in New Haven do what I plan to do the next time I'm there and stop in to see Dean Powell.

I know that you are already aware of the fact that in April, 1960, I moved from one side of the New Haven Green to the other and became Associate Dean of Students and Security Director at Yale. Although the geographical distance was short, the move was a big one, as I was just starting my eighteenth year in the FBI and would have been eligible for retirement in less than five years.

My new job here has been an extremely busy but interesting one. It has involved not only the reorganization and modernization of the University Police and security force but has resulted in an entirely new approach to student disciplinary nutters and relations with the outside community. Except for being hanged in effigy (on the Saturday morning before the Dartmouth game), things have progressed rather well. President A. Whitney Griswold and Provost Kingman Brewster Jr., who are the only two in the University to whom I answer, have been very kind in their support, and in fact 'Yale has given me a free hand in shaping this'new concept of University security.

I was formerly vice president of the Dartmouth Club of New Haven, but since coming to Yale, deemed it advisable to relinquish this position, particularly since I was in charge of enrollment. However, I still attend practically all Dartmouth Club meetings and functions. Incidentally, the Dartmouth Club of New Haven has sponsored the John Jay ski movie for the fourth year, and we have been able to build up a scholarship fund of over $5,000 to send some boy from this area to Hanover.

I continue to live about ten miles out of the city of New Haven where Marge and I keep busy on two acres of land, including a vegetable and flower garden.

I hope the above will make up a little for all the years that I have not sent in any information.

The most famous artist of our class, Tom George, recently had one of his paintings purchased by the Ford Foundation and given to the Whitney Museum of American Art for its permanent collection. Tommy's talents have become well known to many museums and private collectors both here and abroad as his career progresses. Maybe he will have one of his one-man shows at the Hopkins Center gallery after that building opens next fall.

Through the kindness of Don Rainie comes a newspaper picture of Jack O'Shea, trim and lithe and handsome as ever. Jack was looking on paternally at the retirement party for one of the employees of his store after 27 years of heading the millinery department. They have to like you to stay around that long! A few days later Jack himself checked in with a short note reporting June and the three kids were thriving and busy.

Down in the Hub City the Boston Rede- velopment Authority has appointed Jack Fitzgerald a junior planner intern. Jack's training as a real estate-broker and appraiser should stand him in good stead in this new connection. He has been executive secretary and assistant director of the Port of Boston Authority from 1951 to 1954 also.

One of the sights to see in Washington these winter weekends is our own Joe Huber skating on the frozen C. and O. Canal with his two-year-old son strapped papoose fashion on his back. The old Navy Commander must be more surefooted than I! Joe's good baritone is still delighting everyone who can catch up with the barbershop quartet he's been singing with for years.

Regards to all and keep in touch. Let me know if you head up this way for some spring skiing - I know some slopes that are made for tired, old muscles.

Secretary, 5 North Balch St. Hanover, N. H.

Treasurer, 88 North Main St., Concord, N. H.