1921

It is not news when John Sullivan goes salmon fishing in Canada. For 14 years he has camped on Sainte Marguerite River. In 1964 he did not break his record either in the number of salmon killed or in the size of fish, but he is well-nigh incredulous of his own performance and that of two salmon. He achieved the unSullivan and unbelievable feat of breaking two salmon rods on consecutive days while bringing fish to the gaff. If you are a non-fisherman residing outside Missouri, you probably envisage bamboo poles of the Huck-Finn variety capable of hawling in a monstrous torn of a catfish. If you are an expert like RogerWilde and Tom Griffith, Corey Ford and Elmer Gardner, you know that John Sullivan uses a nine-ounce rod. When a fish weighing more than 20 pounds, nearly 30, gets hooked, John faces some delicate work and a tough thrill. You want to know if he killed any salmon? Yes, sir: 12, the largest 28 pounds and several others above 22.

At the end of sophomore year, Charlie, son of John Sullivan, left Dartmouth for the Marine Corps and returned to complete his junior year with 4.0. Eager for education, he took two courses last summer at Boston University Summer School and two more at Harvard. Apparently Charlie knows what he wishes to do from now on, but he is not saying. Nor is his father. Would you guess law? Who wouldn't?

With a topnotch reputation for his works in obstetrics and gynecology at the Boston City Hospital, Boston University, and Harvard and in the Navy where he is a rear admiral, Ben Tenney has opinions about retirement, his own and other persons'. "Retirement can be fun or slow death," he writes. "If one can keep mentally and physically active and interested, drink enough whiskey, and enjoy his food, it can be a most pleasant period of life. The trouble with most retired people, senior citizens, is that they have been broken by life before retirement. Those who have kept their spirit are happy and wonderful people." Himself retired, Ben has a major ambition stemming from the one he had when an undergraduate at Dartmouth: writing. He cannot say yet what its form or milieu will be, but he is trying the short story and discovering that it presents many difficulties.

Those handsome Psi U's, Pick Ankeny,Bud Reichart, Connie Keyes, and Phez Taylor are hearing with interest what has happened to Gen? Leonard. He retired July 2 from the presidency of First Service Corp. and from the chairmanship of the Executive Committee of First Bank Stock Corp. Thus he terminates a 43-year banking career which began with the First National Bank, Bismarck, N. D., in 1921. Subsequently he held various positions with First National Bank, Mankato, Minn., and First National Bank of Minneapolis. Joining First Bank Stock Corp. in the early 1930's, he watched it grow from a $350 million concern at the end of 1929 to one whose total resources now exceed $2¼ billion. Pick reports that Gene's golf game has improved, that RynieRothschild's has slumped, that his own is "pathetic." About Burt Chapman, the fourth in the yearly foursome, Pick is discretely silent. Burt probably won the money on the first tee.

In Hanover Bill Alley this summer lost on the first tee an incredibly large sum of money, for two reasons: he was playing against Ort Hicks and Roger Wilde in bingle, bangle, bongle, and Ort was keeping score. Where's justice? It does not exist. The man with no head for figures and with no head for bingle, bangle, bongle, JackHurd, won and promptly collected, flushed with beginner's luck. How much? $1.40.

A sensible man, Bill Kearns, who had a small heart attack on Christmas night, went to bed, dieted, slowed down, and then, with Edna, moved in on Florida to enjoy himself at Coral Gables and on the Lido Beach at Sarasota. Now back on the job, he has cut down to about half time. What to do with his new leisure? That's easy. Though he recently moved out of a 12-room house in Wellesley Hills to a 6-room house in Dover, he now wants more space for furniture and grandchildren. Consequently the 6-room house is budgeoning and will soon proliferate into a 10-room house.

What does a retired California '21 man do with a wife who has never traveled east of the Rocky Mountains? Jack Garfein will tell you. He takes all his liquid assets and gives his Flora a tremendous splurge. Hardly pausing in lowa or Kansas, he hurries her on in July to New York and drops in on Boston and Hanover where with BillAlley they drink cocktails in happy leisure as they admire Teeter's garden and its ingenious color schemes. With the East still beckoning, they sail for England, dine in London with Reg and Sylvia Miner, and head for Kirkmichael, Ayr, Scotland, where Flora introduces Jack to her Aunt Nell. Still unsatisfied, in September, they join a European motor tour arranged with the American Association of Retired Persons. On they go, tooting through October not to return to New York until Nov. 10. Home to California by car, they choose the southern route and visit relatives on the way. Elapsed time: Four months. Jack's previous European experiences: None.

Though a doctor, Pud Walker had to wrestle a little with ill health in 1962 and 1963, but he is now in good shape as Retired Director of Leahi Hospital. And why not? He is happily involved in research on the early history of medicine in Hawaii, especially tuberculosis. It may prove to be autobiographical. Pud is the man who wiped out tuberculosis as an Hawaiian scourge.

Although officially retired July 1 from the Mayo Clinic and the University of Minnesota, Nels Barker may continue as voluntary consultant at the Rochester State Hospital. His hobby, and Flo's, is recording bird songs, and they have written a book on the birds of Southeastern Minnesota and published two records of their songs, both done so skillfully that Rog Wide, ornithologist, is Dartmouth green with envy.

Continuing his work as Professor Emeritus of Medicine, Special Lecturer in Medicine, and Consultant in the Medical Services of Presbyterian Hospital, N.Y.C., DavidSeegal finds time to write editorials, essays, humorous verse, and plays.

As Melrose patriot and father of Bob captain of the Dartmouth 1953 Golf Team, Chick Stiles is happy about the admission to Dartmouth of one of the best golfers in Massachusetts, Ken Kotowski, former State Junior Champion, State Caddy Champion, and present Champion of the Bellevue Golf Club.

In Hanover recently Jeff Lawrence got clobbered in golf by his daughter Betsy, hardly an upset. Jeff had not touched a golf club in 35 years and Betsy was voted the best athlete at Derby Academy where she excelled in field hockey, track, and baseball. Betsy has her eye on Dartmouth, and Dartmouth has her eye on Betsy.

At the football weekend, Kent and Marje McKinley will be able to entertain you. Take your choice: an oak-room cocktail bar in Stratford (England), a brilliant performance of Richard III, the Edinburgh Music Festival, this and that in London, and hither-and-yon on the Continent.

President of the Board of Directors, Hal Braman has published an open letter to 1,800 members of the Hanover Consumer Cooperative Society, Inc. Striking figure: business 1953, $283,551. 1963, $1,010,331. Cash refunds 1953, $4,094. 1963, $20,628. Refunds total $147,186. The 1921 notes in the DAM should be particularly readable in November and December. Hal is going to write them, and they are all about you.

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