1961

I never would have believed it. You guys remember that cherub-faced, slick-sticked young hockey captain we had hanging around our senior year? You wouldn't think that such a rosy-cheeked innocent as Bobby Moore would ever follow in the footsteps of Andrew Carnegie, Benjamin Fairless, and Roger Blough, would you? Or that he would candidly admit that, in retrospect, he thinks he should have been a ski hero instead of a top puck-chucker? Well, me neither, but it's true, true, true. I ran into "Big Steel" Moore at a ski resort outside of Pittsburgh where he revealed that he was indeed a steel man now and that skiing was his new love. Ahh, how soon the purity of youth is washed away. And it doesn't end with Moore either, the sell-out to the financial dynasties extends to Art Beatty, a development engineer for Chrysler in Detroit, Howard Bovers, a financial analyst for CBS in New York, Bob, the "Wrist," Hoagland now industrial engineering for big business in Chicago and Bruce Johnson who is an engineer for Polaroid. It goes on and on. The fellows we have all had a friendly brew with at the house have now become the leaders of industry. Hoag probably hasn't arm-wrestled with anybody for months and Beatty probably turned in his Morgan for an Imperial. Actually we think it's great. Especially since I'll be job-hunting soon and might need a friend.

Speaking of friends, George Breed and Miss Diane Homer decided that friendship was for kids and got married. Diane graduated from Smith and she and George are now in Germany. Don Baker, who graduated from Thayer and is presently serving with the U.S. Public Health Service, is engaged to Miss Linda Ann Twombly of Essex Junction, Vt. Don and Linda will cut the cake in June. What are you doing in the Health Service if you went to Thayer, Don? Why don't you go into Big Steel or Big Cars or something? Nutty guy.

Steve and Nancy Crisafulli had a little boy child last fall and christened him William Stephen. Stevo is working on Wall Street (oh, will it never end!).

Frank Crouse stumbled over his shoelace and was caught in the New York Sadie Hawkins Day race by a young lady whose picture indicates that he was a fool to be running away anyway. Miss Laraine Ruth Holub and Brother Crouse were married on December 22 in Long Island. The Crouses are going through the hellish existence of being an Ensign and an Ensignette at present. The Navy's great, but the first eighteen months are tough. You feel like a doormat outside of a construction project. I know, I'm still trying to get the "Welcome" tattoo off my back. Anyway . . . lessee, ahh so, another wedding. Miss Martha Leighton Dyer is the new Mrs. Tom Hooper. Tom graduated from Tuck and he and his bride are living in Boston. Dave Wainio and Miss Geraldine Marie Kazel are engaged. Dave is in the Army at Fort Dix, N. J.

Barclay Corbus, one 'of those that I would have picked to resist domestic temptation until the very last, has succumbed. Bare engaged himself to Miss Priscilla Jean Fleming with plans for this spring. Bare is with the Army at Fort Campbell, Ky. Goodbye, Bare, 01' buddy, you were great while you lasted.

I received a note from Ed Victor in England. Ed says that when the Marshall Scholarship people sent him to that ruddy clime they probably did not suspect that he would interpret their code of fostering AngloAmerican relations quite as seriously as he did. He liked England so much that he decided to bring some of it home with him in the person of his new bride, the former Miss Michelene Samuels, a Briton born and bred. Ed, aside from his people-to-people work is finishing up his thesis for his Master's degree in Literature at Cambridge.

There is an unconfirmed rumor that Osterhout might be in love, but that is probably propaganda put out by some Yalie trying to undermine our morale. Also Hop andJudy Holmberg will be moving back to Minneapolis this winter where Hop will be at University Hospital.

I realize that this month's edition isn't filled with its customary wit, but I've been sick. I'll feel a lot better though if you dudes will all write me letters. Perry Como gets 1,639 letters each week and I only get about two. What's he got that I haven't, besides sweaters? I know you have multi-things to do, but let's be honest with ourselves, you could write a noteroo if you really wanted to. Let's get hot, men, "Dartmouth Undying" and all. Have a nice Schlump.

Hopkins Center's Alumni Hall was the scene of the wedding reception for RyanOstebo '60 and Gretchen Funkhouser. Left to right are Ambrose McLaughlin '60;Dave Marshall '59; Bob Funkhouser '27, father of the bride and Comptroller ofDartmouth; bride and groom; Tom Wahman '60; Dave Gavitt '59; Seav Peters '54.

Secretary U.S.S. Linden Wald (LSD-6) Fleet Post Office New York, N. Y.

Treasurer, Administrative Resident 601 N. Broadway, Baltimore 5, Md.