1935

In the past I have regaled you with the problems of traveling in the bush country of Virginia. I now must tell you that the same problems exist in the wild hinterland of West Chicago. Having called Lowie Haas, genial sales manager for United Air Lines in Chicago, and finding him in Minneapolis, I settled down to the prospect of a bus ride to Midway with more equanimity than proved to be warranted. It is amazing how the air lines can get themselves so scrambled up on the ground. Three prospective passengers, including me, for a United flight to New York, were eventually put on a bus diverted from O'Hare to Midway with a bus driver who had never driven to Midway before. It was quite a trip. At the height of the rush hour from the Loop we were run into by a car from the rear, we got lost on the Eisenhower Thruway, but due to the sterling qualities of our stalwart driver we recovered and found Sportsman's Park and Midway airport by a collection of routes which would have established a franchise for three extra bus lines. In spite of everything, we made it with one minute to spare, so the service of United was vindicated. Besides that, we got into New York 15 minutes early.

On the basis of this performance, perhaps we should recommend United to Ivy Eberhart, Dick's younger daughter, who leaves (via Air India) this month for an extended excursion to India via London and Moscow. Ivy, who is now 15 years old, will be the guest of the Egyptian Ambassador to India at New Delhi. After her visit Ivy returns via Teheran, Beirut, Istanbul, Belgrade, and Frankfurt. Dick lives in New York in the winters where he conducts an insurance brokerage business, and between April and November retreats to South Lyme, Conn. Presumably there will be the tinkling of camel bells in both places before long.

While in Chicago I telephoned Art Holtorft' and had a chat with his wife, Adella. Unfortunately, Art was out, but he was busily occupied in following the coin-up launderette business which he started some time ago as a side line. Kim, who went to Dartmouth, and Karen, have graduated from college. The two younger children are still in high school. For years Art has been a food research chemist, and even invented a new color for cheese. The Food and Drug Administration said it was not cheesy and threw it out. Also in Chicago, I had a long deferred chat with Art Allyn, whose interests in baseball I mentioned last month. Since the merger of his investment firm, A. C. Allyn & Co. with F. I. duPont, he says he has no problems, except baseball, and was just on the point of leaving for the west to prove it. A long time ago Arthur, as a budding chemist from Dartmouth, worked on the problem of maintaining the fresh aroma of ground coffee. Quite successfully too. Maybe he and Holtorff should get together on this cheese problem.

Dick Montgomery, who has been elected to the executive committee of The Clinton Frank Advertising Agency, can publicize the results. Incidentally, Dick learned the trade in 18 years with Compton Advertising. In his new job Dick will assume a greater share of responsibility for management supervision. Dick and Betty with sons Warren, 13, and Richard Jr.. 6, live at 840 Westcliff Lane, Deerfield, Ill.

Hank Muller has just been nominated to be the 84th president of the American Society of Mechanical Engineers. Hank is vice-president of engineering in Canadian Westinghouse at Hamilton, Ontario, where he has lived since 1956, joining Eddie Hinman and setting the trend for emigration to Canada followed by Chaney and Ferries. He has had a very active life up there serving on the Engineering Advisory Committee of the Hamilton Institute of Technology and as a member of the board of Governors and Planning Committee of McMaster Univerity, as well as many activities with ASME. He was also for 8 years an overseer of the Thayer School at Dartmouth. He will be the first president of ASME to live and work outside the United States.

Eleven sons of 35'ers have now matriculated with the Class of 1968. This makes 42 now in college. There is a list on page 30 of the November issue of the MAGAZINE. News has just been received that one of them, Bob Reich, son of Ed Reich, has just been elected freshman class president. President Reich's remarks in his acceptance speech bear quoting: "I want to see the Class of 1968 be the best, most accomplished, most spirited class yet; not just because it's the thing to do to want a good class, but because I want us to be proud of our class, because class activity and spirit can enrich our Dartmouth experience." Bob comes from Bedford Village, N. Y., and entered Dartmouth as a National Merit Scholar. He looks like a man to watch in the Class of 1968.

And, who knows, 25 years later he might be the subject of an Ann Landers letter like the one in her syndicated column on October 29:

Dear Ann Landers: What can I do about a husband who has been out of college for 19 years but is still there, emotionally. He can't wait until his college bulletin arrives so he can read aloud the current adventures of people I don't know and don't care to know.

Yesterday he accepted the chairmanship of the 20-year reunion dinner. This means he will be working like a horse for four months. And who do you think will have to type all the letters he writes? Me. I went to the school of hard knocks, myself, and all this rah rah stuff seems juvenile. Shouldn't a man over 40 have outgrown such stuff? - G.R.

Dear G.R.: If some colleges didn't have the support of loyal alumni they'd have to close their doors. You ought to be pleased that your husband is devoting his time and energy to something worthwhile.

Incidentally, to be really worthwhile, your secretary could use some news - rah, rah or otherwise.

Secretary, Room 703, 521 Fifth Ave. New York, N. Y. 10017

305 Grosse Pointe Blvd. Grosse Pointe Farms, Mich. Treasurer,