1938
I saw a man pick up a tab for a million and a half bucks ... in Hanover, N.H., of all places. Then, the rains really came in San Francisco; and on the news the passing-on of one Robert Lee Frost, 35 Brewster Street, Cambridge, Mass., and the Class of 1896 was widely noted.
At the Ivy Champs Pigskin Banquet a great show was put on for Bob Blackman and Company and the young champs who carried the Green to an unmarred record last fall. Quarterback Billy King and AU-American Center Don McKinnon took top honors. There was also a Buckeye from Maumee, Ohio, whose toe won him point fame. He got the "Manners Maketh the Man Award" for being the kindly sort of guy who'd pick up the opponents with a smile after knocking them on their butts.
The season was over, of course, and the mashed potato environment is an unlikely place to gauge _ the fierceness of an offense and defense. Billy King had an off evening as he lobbed lazy passes from the head table that brought game balls to retiring seniors. Mutt - Carl Ray '37 was there to help with the ceremonies and 22 members of the undefeated 1925 club were on hand. Dr. Swede Oberlander '26 led that contingent, and it might interest you boys to know that the Swede and Mutt are holding at just about their college weights.
A final football was given to the real hero of the evening . . . Nat Leverone, Ought Six. "Fellows," he said, "I'll pick up the tab for that new Field House beyond right field out on the snowy ball diamond." Actually, Nat only bowed after John Dickey made the brief announcement. But the applause and gratitude is still shaking in the Hanover Hills. Talked with many, many boys in Hanover. All mention the tough program. The athletes wonder how a good shortstop or quarterback can make it in the future. Others quip about the lads wearing long beards. Some volunteer how they would run the dining hall and others have special plans to redesign Hopkins Center. But, they're all Busy Boys . . . and really not very different from the mix we knew.
John Scotford now has an office in Hopkins, and the successful program there is much to his credit. Gil Tanis is a rock of effectiveness on the Hanover lot. Saw Bob MacMillan '40, new Assistant Dean of the Summer Program and Ken Dimick, all classes, who runs a tight Nugget and a wet Storr's Pond, summertide. Lest we forget, Eddie Perrin was in town, and sang the praises of young Tom Boyan, son of ours, who played tackle for the frosh. And a couple of '39ers, John Page of Harrisburg, Pa., and Ken Mac Donald of Seattle, Wash., said to "say hello."
Chuck Wiggin is in Recife, Brazil as a Director of a Government Agricultural Program. In similar programs throughout the Caribbean since the War, Chuck has two sons, Peter and Sam, and a daughter, Barbara. . . . Charlie Livermore will be at reunion with the family. He's in youth programming in Chicago. Dick Jones will also be there. He has a son, 7; is writing a book and has a home in Etna.
Fred Baker, still briefcase banking for Irving Trust, N. Y., through the Southwest, has Al Bliss as a colleague in the firm, and goes to school with Don Boyle in Garden City Evening Program. Mit der Bakers is Bradford, 19, a Navy photographer; Nancy, an 18er, and Andrew, 7. Muff Davis is selling in Detroit for U. S. News and World Report, keeping up a pipe line with Matti-more and Barrett. George Nichols is a manufacturers' rep out of Pelham, N. Y., with home backup from Doug, Tom and Larry.
Howie Fogg is bolder in Boulder, Colo., as a freelance illustrator of railroad subjects with some book illustrations tossed in. He and Margot have three sons, and the family keeps in touch with Dick Webb, a successful Springfield, Mo., physician.
Pete Schaeffer likes the resumption of the Bull Market, and reports that Pam has finished at Miss Bennett and the boys are at Choate and Rye Country Day. He recently saw Dune Buttrick and Jake Carey at a visit to Choate.
In and out of San Francisco very fast to speak at a sales exec confab with only oblique contact with a Dartmouth, WilliamAlexander Shevlin, in the paint business. I like Hanover better than San Francisco. Besides there was a "Fransoon" in progress .. . wet, wet, wet.
As New England comes alive with greens this spring the ashes of a dear Dartmouth man will be lowered into a Bennington, Vt., resting place. Robert Frost will be a part of the soil he loved so well, but his voice of love will stay alive, particularly in Hanover.
S'long for a short spell; God willing.
Secretary, „ 2945 Fairmount Cleveland 18, Ohio
Treasurer, , Hunter Lane, Rye, N. Y.
