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Marie Dressier - who certainly knew some of the problems and the views of gerontology-gives us this worthwhile axiom. "It is not how old you are, but how you are old." This may be of some satisfaction to the following youngsters whose birthdays occur in April: Dearing, D.A. Emerson, Fordham, Grant Gregg, Higgins, Holway, Howell, Phelps, Richardson, Richmond, Rutherford, Stratton, Yoorhees, and R.J. White. Handshake and best wishes!
Jack Dellinger writes from the land of big spaces and big defalcations (the home of Billie Sol Estes) that he has "one grandson one month - one Mike"; and that his daughter, Pat, and Mike are doing well. We hope that grandson Mike is as handsome as his grandfather and that he can wear a top hat with distinction at the Junior Prom as his granddad did these many, many years ago. And Jack writes that he deplores the abandonment of the traditions on which we were nurtured. A lot of us miss them too: Class singing on the Green; Delta Alpha instruction; fight for the freshman picture; election of a Mayor of Hanover; keg parties; walking to Leb and the Junk; dunking in the watering trough; cane rushes and class fights.
"Freddy" Weed writes that the biggest project on hand now is commuting back and forth every day to New York. No big trips, no projects, and no sign of immediate retirement. With the water supply a constant American problem, we certainly hope that Freddy can stay on the job indefinitely. He's one of the American authorities on water; where to get it, and what to do with it after you've got it.
"Lay" Little is now safely back in Washington at the Cosmos Club after a delightful interlude of lolling beside the swimming pools in Florida. It was Lay's eagle eye that spotted a picture of Bill Barrett, Dartmouth '44, and Houghton Trott '44 as bearing a startling family resemblance to William Emerson Barrett and Raymond Trott. There must be something in heredity.
Sherman Whipple Saltmarsh responded very quickly and efficiently to CharlieBatchelder's request for money. Now I hope that this distinguished Boston attorney (who handled my first legal case for me, after graduation) will be just as generous with his news notes to me. My address, Sherm, is at the head of this column.
Our class treasurer, Charlie Batchelder, encloses a note from Al Overton who says he has a nice little company in Terre Haute, Ind., selling a great many things including Andersen Windows. According to the letter - head his company sells all sorts of things that go into the building of a house. We wish that Al would move his operation nearer to New London because we could use many of these products, and I know Al would say, "I can get it for you wholesale."
If you dread the terrors of retirement, buy a ticket or tune up your herdic for a trip to Summit, N.J. There you will find Jim Hawley who has retired, but keeps himself mighty busy. I chide "Jess" for making a slight error in his welcome letter to me. We live on Farwell Lane, not Farewell Lane. We're not quite ready for that yet, Jess, nor are we particularly or unduly intrigued by the fact that Colby Junior College is here in New London. Of course it is an excellent college and some of the youngsters there are a delight to see, but I've been happily married for some number of years and I should like that state of affairs to continue. Jess is grandpa to five and has just announced another - Charles Richard Mead. He also writes that he has accumulated a sizeable amount of material on the "Covered Bridges of New England" on which he is one of America's authorities. When the material is all organized into an illustrated lecture - which Jess can deliver so well - we want very much to have him visit New London to talk to our senescent group, known to us as the Senior Citizens Club, but to some irreverent souls as the Senile Citizens Club.
They get younger and younger in Springfield, Mass. Eddie Elkins writes that he just returned from skating with his grandchildren. A lot of us have grandchildren, some of us still have skates, but most of us can't combine the two. Eddie also writes that "right now a day is rather tame compared to college days when 'Gov' Foss and I would ride home on freight train bumpers when we lacked car fare - a rather frequent condition with us." Eddie says too, that he saw Fred Davidson before the Princeton game but that the chill nod was due entirely to the temperature and that a meeting after the game in more clement surroundings would have been most effusive. Complete understanding all around, Eddie.
Bob Kenyon '07 was kind enough to write me that our classmate, Arthur Wheelock did a beautiful job of substituting for the minister at the Long Boat Island Chapel at Anna Maria, Fla. The Dartmouth contingent at the service included the Horace Kidgers '03, the Roger Browns '05, the Allen Browns, the Leon Spragues, the Bob Kenyons, all '07, and the Si Rutherfords '08. Some time we hope to hear "Lize" in one of his sermons, and we wish that more Dartmouthers would follow Bob Kenyon's example in sending Dartmouth news to beleaguered secretaries. How about you?
Professors Paul Zeller (right) and James Sykes (center) examine the unusual collection of more than 3,000 classical records presented to Dartmouth s Music Departmentby Warde Wilkins '13 (left). The collection, now indexed and in a special sectionof the music library in Hopkins Center, will be used for teaching and in research.
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