1920

There must be something wonderful about the environment in Santa Barbara, Calif., for yet another of the boys has laid aside his tools and retired there. Al Steinbrecher is the most recent arrival and I am sure the sturdy band of Twenties already there will welcome him enthusiastically. Al had been ranching in Arizona, but sold out and heeded the old call "Westward. Ho!" His new address is 4538 Camino Molinero, Santa Barbara.

I report sorrowfully the passing of LarryClarkson's wife Jane, who died of Parkinson's Disease after three years in a rest home. On behalf of the class I send very sincere condolences.

Warrie Gault checks in from Anchorage, Alaska. He calls Anchorage the banana belt as compared to New England - mild weather and little snow. It seems Warrie made a touch-and-go trip to these parts last August and is greatly impressed with the new Dartmouth Club here in New York.

Nate Whiteside has no present intention of retiring although he says that he and Mildred are getting lazier year by year.

Jake (James L.) Minnis, lawyer of parts, retired from active practice in favor of the old rocking" chair a few months ago. He can be reached, when awake, at 230 Oak Grove Avenue, Atherton, Calif.

Albert Wesley (The Great) Frey continues to ramble around the country as President of the American Marketing Association. One never knows where he'll turn up, but you may be sure it will be a lively occasion.

H. Sheridan (guess who) Baketel took typewriter in hand and gave me the run down on the football season. According to Sherry it was a "successful season." Sheridan, as well as Doc and Harriet Miller and Bun and Dorothy Harvey, represented 1920 at the ceremonies inaugurating Hopkins Center. Their reports are heart-warming and I feel sad that other commitments prevented Dorothy and me from being on hand.

The following message from Sherry Baketel brings sad news to the class:

"On Friday, January 4, Elizabeth and I, with deep sadness in our hearts, went to New York to join in the services for Dorothy McGoughran, our dear friend, who died on New Year's Day as the result of a fall that fractured her skull. The Chapel of the Resurrection in the lovely St. Thomas Episcopal Church, despite the New York newspaper strike, was full. In addition to the JimChilcotts, Mel Merritts and Jerry Stone, we saw a number from other classes.

"Heavyhearted, we had been back in Philadelphia only an hour when Margaret Kimball phoned from California with the shocking news that Elizabeth's brother, DickKimball, had died suddenly during the afternoon. What a grievous day! Fortunately as Dick and Margaret had spent a delightful week with us in November we have very pleasant recent memories. But we won't soon forget the great sadness of January 4."

From Johnnie Bryan, whose name has not appeared in this column for a long, long time, comes a bit of news via Laddie Myers. Laddie says he has had a couple of letters from Johnnie who is operating a dude ranch at Oak Crest, Route 6, Box 238, Hot Springs, Ark. Johnnie has osteoarthritis in both of his hips and lower spine and has been on crutches for the last six or seven years. He and his wife, Mid, went to Arkansas so that Johnnie could take the baths and treatments at the Army Navy Hospital. However, after two weeks they told him there was nothing they could do for him. They have three boys, the oldest of whom, Bob, is in second year at forestry school at Colorado State University. The other two, Bill and Bruce, are in high school at Hot Springs and although they are out for football apparently do not take the game too seriously. According to Johnnie, that is as he would have it.

Forby (Zenas B.) Forbush can be reached at 1135 Elizabeth Street, Pasadena, Calif. He recently underwent minor surgery and now feels fine. Says he hopes to hit the ball for a few more years. We know he will. His eight grandchildren are really growing up and all hands will be on deck for the Tournament of Roses Parade and the Rose Bowl Game. He sends best wishes to all the class.

There has been a lot of talk about a meteor or even some sort of nuclear thing landing in Sarasota, Fla., this winter. I'm no authority on nuclear physics but I do know that none other than the gifted, scholarly, personable Jerry Stone landed there and from reports reaching me the old place will never be the same. Jerry, as you know, was bound on a research mission to figure ways and means for our block-busting 45th Reunion in 1964. You may be well assured that his researches thus far promise a real "duzzie."

Edwin E. (Laddie) the Earl of Myers is quite happy about the 1962 football team and wishes only that he were back there playing left end.

Tommy Thomson reports on the Princeton game ... we shall not resort to his language, but the game was one for the books! The Chilcotts, the Thomsons, the Ted Carts, the Baketels, the Dick Kimballs, the Macombers and others of the Class were on hand. McGoughran was battling a virus up on the farm and, complete with tickets, had to pass it up. From all accounts it was a terrific game - the game of the season so to speak.

Your Secretary can report attending an Alumni Fund luncheon meeting in New York early in December and a Class Officers luncheon meeting in Hartford recently. Hartford, by the way, is a real Dartmouth town.

This business of being retired has some problems. When anyone asks me what I miss most I answer "My secretary." I paid my University Club dues twice this quarter ... see what I mean!

Via Jerry Stone comes a clip announcing the engagement of Miss Susan Brown, a Smith graduate, to the son of the late Newton Nash. Susan is hard at work on her Master's degree in English at New York University. A February wedding is planned.

Clint Johnson joined the ranks Of retirees as of the end of December. He plans to oscillate between Palm Beach and Brooklyn and intends to see something of Dartmouth between times. More power to you, Clint.

Jerry Stone is all set to retire on December 31. He finds he can't keep up with his job and run the reunion, too, — so the choice was obvious. More seriously, this Joe was awarded the Gold Medal of the National Brotherhood of Christians and Jews for the home furnishing division. The medal is inscribed thusly: "To Gerald S. Stone for his Contributions to the Cause of Brotherhood November 15, 1962."

The death of George Sackett, whose In Memoriam appears in this or a subsequent issue, is a cause of sadness to so many in the class. I little thought when I sat on the Inn porch with him and Mildred last June that I would now be writing this sad word and his memorial. Of all those in the class it could be said truly of George that he was a friend of man. Few in the class were as well liked and well loved as George. It is not easy to think that he is gone. He was one of my earliest friends, freshman year, and I feel a great sympathy for Mildred and for his charming daughter, Mrs. Robert Proctor. Actually this blow strikes very close to home. To his bereaved family I send love and deep sympathy from the class.

I have more news but I've run out of my allotted space, so the next issue should be bristling - whatever that is. So long for now.

Secretary 600 Fifth Ave. New York 20, N. Y.

Treasurer, Graduate School of Business

University of Pittsburgh, Pittsburgh 13, Pa.