1937

Carnival weekend was clear and cold; I drove to Hanover on Saturday in time to catch the last period of the hockey game with Princeton. The score was 4 to 4 when we got to the rink. With that carnival crowd screaming for blood, the Green scored five times through a very unhappy Tiger goalie . . . and it was a lot of fun to watch.

Next to the gym, where the Dartmouth and Williams judo teams faced each other in a contest unlike anything we knew in Hanover 25 years ago. Referees in kimonos, everyone bowing to everyone else; quite a contrast to the pandemonium of the hockey rink a few minutes before. Then out to the ski jump, and time became a little blurred: the crowd beside the landing slope, the snow on the Norwich hills, the girls — a little younger, and to these tired eyes not quite so pretty as the ones we remember. Then the jumping itself, and the announcements over the loudspeaker: "Sel Hannah jumping for Dartmouth!" Next comes "Dick Durrance jumping for Dartmouth!" Even the names are the same, and it takes a real effort to remember that a whole generation has passed.

Early in March we used Wayne Ballantyne's call for a class officers' meeting as an excuse to visit New York, and left the clear skies and dry cold of the Granite State to arrive at Grand Central just as a blizzard was changing to rain. After wandering around in the 42nd Street slush looking for the Dartmouth Club, one of New York's Finest told us to go back to the Hotel Commodore, so we could have avoided the bad weather; some of you may not realize how lost we country boys can get in the the big city.

Wayne had rounded up a skeleton crew of Frank Robin, Bill Coe, Mai Merritt, and yours truly. You will have received Mai's first Mint Bag long before you read this. He, too, would welcome news from classmates. I have threatened to outbid him. If you have any hesitation which one to send items to, send them to both of us- we'll see who can get them into print first.

We all gave our blessing to a plan which is still tentative pending opinions from other members of the executive committee, whereby surplus class funds would be used for a scholarship endowment. More about this when details have been worked out.

Frank Robin had a note from Bob Aylward in Hong Kong, who mentioned that the city is interesting but not as depicted in the Life of Suzy Wong. If this is true, we find the news disappointing.

Bill Coe's boy John, who graduated from Dartmouth last June, is with the Peace Corps in Ethiopia, teaching music and French in a town called Gimma. Bill and Fern are planning on a real vacation next July, which will include a stay in Ethiopia.

A call to Mike Wright failed to catch the busy doctor at home, but Katie relayed the news that son Peter '64 has been accepted by the Dartmouth Medical School, and everyone is very happy. Like father, like son.

We noticed the name of Bill Timbers' son John '64 entered in the Olympic cross country ski trials at Franconia, N.H., a few weeks ago. And one afternoon while standing in the Phi Psi house a lad bounded up and introduced himself as Chick Koop's son, Al '65.

The recently elected president of the large Sinai Hospital complex in Baltimore is SidLansburgh. This is certainly a major responsibility. Sinai is a 480bed general hospital with a large out-patient operation, a sizable research program, a teaching affiliation with Johns Hopkins, and a nurses' training school. But Sid must know what he's in for, because he's been first vice president. Of course, Sid is also president of his own Raleigh Haberdasher company in the Washington, D.C., area and of American General Corp.

"New Society," a British journal of the social sciences, has published an article by Bob Bohlke, assistant professor of Sociology at American International College, setting forth Bob's theory of middle-class delinquency in the United States. In a nutshell: "The theory is that the increase in middleclass delinquency is to be found among the youth of families which are middle-class in income but less than middle-class in terms of status or prestige."

I had hoped to get a fill-in on Freshman Fathers Weekend from Art Ruggles, but Art has a ski business, and writes that it was impossible to get to Hanover at that time. Incidentally, Wayne Ballantyne received a very touching letter from Art thanking the class for the Paul Revere bowl which we voted to give him at the class meeting last June in recognition of his 25 years as class treasurer.

Pat Uhlmann managed to get to Hanover from Kansas City for the weekend, and writes that "there were two and a half feet of snow on the ground, but the weather was bright and sparkly and the whole weekend a rousing success. It is hard to think that so many years have gone by since we were freshmen, but after walking around in the cold for a while I realized it is all too true."

St. Paul's School in Concord, N.H., is the center for a summer advanced studies program for gifted New Hampshire high school students that is attracting much favorable notice in academic circles. We accepted an invitation to dinner as guests of the school recently, and found our host was Win Taft, in the role of president of the Friends of the St. Paul's School Advanced Study Program.

From the West Coast comes a clipping from Variety, and if we interpret the jargon correctly, one Joyce Selznick is suing one James Darren over an alleged breach of contract involving Columbia pictures. We don't know a thing about the case, but we are rooting for Miss Selznick, who has shown the good sense to engage Brad Petersen as her lawyer.

Last but not least, a note from Col. DonOtis who plans to retire in June after 25 years in the Marine Corps. Don is winding up a brilliant career which has taken him to many parts of the world, including a hitch as Senior Advisor to the Republic of Korea Marine Corps. He is now at Camp Lejeune, N.C., and is looking for a position as a management executive.

Secretary, Mt. Vernon St., Milford, N.H.

Class Agent, Alder Dr., Briarcliff Manor, N.Y.