1939

And the melody still lingers on. It was a Ball! We'll never forget those four days of Reunion, and we're glad we went. Actually, our family broke the piggy bank, and the four of us flew from North Carolina up to Hanover and back. We had plenty of time for nostalgia on that return flight. The pilot obligingly circled the fire in Lebanon and then circled the '39 tent. From the air the debris Sunday seemed considerable at both places.

What stands out in your minds? As we settled back in our seats on that plane, we felt a great deal of pride in the College and a new pride in the successes of the Class of 1939. It may have taken us a few years to get going, but our record-breaking Alumni Fund check showed solid achievement. The weekend was' mostly fun, but it had its serious moments, too. Saturday night, as Rodg Harrison was telling us what happens when you cross a lady of his acquaintance with a Univac, Colby Howe was blasting the cop's whistle, Jack Cumming was leading the chorus in our national anthem, and the green light on top of Baker was shining in the moonlight. We'll never forget HowieChivers' generous gift at the raffle or JimDonovan turning over to the Alumni Fund the check he had just won. We wonder if Ernie Heydt has added a room to his house for those two giant tennis trophies. We watched Phil Sanborn, with a wide grin on his face, contemplating selling a picture frame for a lifesize portrait of Leverone Field House. Incidentally, the only thing wrong with that Field House is that it doesn't give enough shadow for a class picnic in June. Moose Wyman sure tested its acoustics! We are glad that Georgie Hanna no longer need worry about his budgetary estimates of the beer intake. And we remember our daughter Nancy giving us a wonderful Father's Day card at midnight. About that time she wanted to sign up for the Dartmouth summer school and stay right on!

We caught Foster Clippinger snooping around looking for some of his old laundry from Palmer Brothers. It was all simply great. Where else could two former Marine heroes order so many stragglers to fall in behind authentic bagpipers? Where else could you hear a famous cartoonist criticize contemporary art so knowingly? We thought John Steele made perfect introductions and Armando Chardiet debated winningly at the Hanover Holiday program. And John Evans summed it all up magnificently in his prayer at the Bema.

We trust our Reunion Committee has had a restful summer, secure in the knowledge of a job well done. We think Phil Sanborn deserves to be given the Class Tent. We hope the groundskeepers have picked up all the mess and leaned a little on their rakes this summer and watched the feminine figures in shorts go by. With Storrs Pond and the Nugget and the river and the hills and that beautiful campus, the good life in Hanover is mighty good, indeed.

General Mills has honored itself and a classmate of ours by the recent election of Dave Lilly to the firm's Board of Directors. Dave, as has been reported in this column before, is president of the Toro Manufacturing Corp. of Minneapolis, manufacturers of outdoor power equipment, a company he joined in 1945 after his wartime service in the Army. Among his many other board, council, and trustee responsibilities, Dave also has a new position on the Thayer School's Board of Overseers.

A new appeal we are launching today is for missing persons. Your misguided nominating committee, fresh from a Tanzi delivery, chose your new secretary at Reunion. If they seriously tried to select a guy who lives the farthest out in the sticks and best removed from subways and the madding crowd, they sure succeeded. Nobody owes more to Dartmouth than I do, so we'll give it a try. We think it might be interesting from this grass-roots vantage point (population 500) to pursue the Little Man on Campus and the Forgetful Alumnus. Dartmouth hasn't forgotten you. Seriously, now, can some old roomie or new neighbor shed some light on any guy who couldn't make Reunion or didn't write his biography? We have checked the Alumni Records Office and find three men completely "lost." Does anyone know the whereabouts of Roger S. Baird,Charles A. Davidson, or Gustavo de Betancourt? They may stump you, but there must be someone you can induce to write the address above or, better still, break down and write us yourself. We'd like to know what you think of the price of eggs, where you've been since you left Hanover, and what Dartmouth has meant to you. We shall attempt, at Lou Highmark's suggestion, to include some information each month from and about our lesser known brothers.

Elite Noyes writes that sons of 1939 made the best record of any class in freshman athletics during the past year, receiving numerals as follows: Douglas A. Darby (Walt) - Track; Curtis C. Anderson (Curt) - Squash and Tennis; Robert F. MacLeod Jr. (Bob) - Football, Hockey, and Lacrosse; Jo- seph G. Monahon (Dick) - Soccer, Hockey, and Lacrosse. The "three-numeral" athlete is a rarity. The Class of 1939 provided twice as many as the rest of the freshman class.

We hear that the room shortage is so acute in Hanover for the Princeton game that my old roomie Fred Upton is renting beds in the State House in Concord. Bob Jessup is entertaining a Princeton man who has been picking up the check at Nassau all these years!

Bill Deal has been elected a corporate vice president of Automatic Retailers of America, Inc. He's currently general manager of ARA's Delaware Valley region. A graduate of Cornell's School of Hotel and Restaurant Administration, Billjoined Slater Food Service in 1955 and became operations vice president. When ARA acquired Slater in 1961, Bill took over responsibilities in Delaware Valley. He's a very active guy with memberships in professional asso- ciations, and community groups including duties as a director of the Philadelphia Restaurant Association.

Our own Richard S. Jackson is the new man who likes to say yes on the board of directors of the Pittsfield National Bank. And The Boot and Shoe Recorder had a good profile on Dake Horn in a recent issue. He is in a position to help you as merchan- dise manager at Lord and Taylor and says, "You must venture... to be a fashion leader."

Another suggestion. How about planning well in advance for a Class Get-Together at every football game next year? We could ask Bert MacMannis and the executive committee to appoint one man in charge at each game. He could be the local contact and could appoint whatever committee the interest warrants. If one guy chooses the meeting place and we get a little publicity, the idea might just work.

Our family thoroughly enjoyed the recent two-week visit of Bozo Noland and his handsome family at a local inn. He is a Southern gentleman. Dottie and I hope more of you will try driving up this range of the Blue Ridge Mountains. We live at an elevation of 3486 feet with fine mountain country all around us. It's a summer resort, and there are a lot of interesting characters around here. Ask Bozo. If you can't come see us, write. We are 64 miles from the nearest airport and railroad station, but my friend, Lynch Dillard, who brings the mail up the mountain in his pick-up truck every day, says he gets paid by the mile, so he doesn't care how big the load is. Bob Davidson has graciously shipped us several shoeboxes full of artifacts and historical data. It is ginger peachy, but some contemporary history might prove more interesting to you all. Please write, all of you. With a remote location like mine, I'll need your help with this column.

And now Hoppy is gone. We shall always remember him as our president. He was like a father to us all. A proud father. And we were proud of him.

Secretary, Box 38, Cashiers, North Carolina

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