1939

These foolish words are being written the morning after the election. I am well aware of civic responsibilities and the obligations of voting, but my ears are tired and my eyes bloodshot from too many repetitions. I feel as if I've eaten fifths on cold mashed potatoes in freshman commons and now I'm ready to glue my butter on the end of the paper and blow my straws up to the roof. As far as. I'm concerned, our class correctly foretold the election results back at Reunion, and we did it between the little nut cups and the soup at the Class Banquet. A curse on both our parties!

A card from Fred and Jean Upton from Rome advises "Within 100 yards from this spot Cicero declaimed and Mussolini fulminated. We have seen London, Switzerland, Venice, and Florence, and tomorrow we fly to Paris. Not much rest, as every night is Saturday night." Another greatly appreciated card from Bob Davidson opines, "Hope you can keep up tidbits from the usually never heard from, but they are usually hard to find."

We had a good, newsy letter from BertMacMannis. Here are some excerpts. "I had a fine session with some of the officers of the college while I was in Hanover for the Brown game last weekend, discussing several projects our class should undertake in the near future. We are now of a vintage when we should begin to have a Class Conscience. Bob MacLeod's son at left end is an impressive performer and I predict we will hear ahear lot of him in the next several years. Saw AlSaw Al and Marge Loberg, who had driven up from Maryland for the game. Howie and Jane Chivers asked Sally and me over for cocktails after the game, along with Waltand Dot Darby and Jack Coulson. We had a great time and even took a picture to record the event."

If Howie Chivers could somehow contrive to forward candid camera shots of all visiting classmates directly to the MAGAZINE, this column would be a lot more interesting (and honest, too).

Foster Clipplnger writes, "The reunion was a great occasion and all went so smoothly that I'm sure not many stopped to realize the many hours of planning required for such clockwork precision. This was my first reunion. Now I'm sorry that I haven't attended all of them.... Many plaudits to the committee in devoting so much time to the thankless job of keeping the Class of 1939 attuned."

Another small idea. Get the sports editor of your hometown newspaper to mention Dartmouth accurately. Maybe he wont exactly feature the Big Green, but he should give us a story each week and get the score straight.

Jim Donovan hasn't wasted any time since his retirement from the Marine Corps last year. He stepped from 23 years of service into a post as advertising director of the 101-year-old "Journal of the Armed Forces" and now, less than a year later, has been named Publisher. Jim, who at one time in his service career was editor-publisher of "Leatherneck" magazine, served with the 2d Marine Division during all its campaigns in World War II and has filled a variety of command and staff posts in this country and abroad. He and Kay and daughters Kathryn and Deborah live in Alexandria, Va.

Your secretary saw the Alabama-Tennessee game in Knoxville last month and the following Saturday attended Parents Day at Sweet Briar. Was pleasantly surprised that Dartmouth has made so many friends in Virginia ever since Billy King; that the "regional" television game there was Dartmouth-Harvard, and we thoroughly enjoyed watching a clear picture in the motor court. All those beautiful college girls are glorious to behold (and they look a little younger every year) but the Big Green Team got our undivided attention and lasting admiration that afternoon. As your old friend Mel Allen said, "MacLeod is an end to watch." Our class will be glad to oblige. Afterwards I was standing quietly in the chow line, thinking of that wonderful score, when who should thump me on the back but that handsome radio executive, Dick Jackson, and lovely daughter Mary and wife Mary with him. The happy combination of being proud parents and so proud of your college all in one day is hard to beat.

Last weekend found us in Wayne, Pa., to visit my mother and see Notre Dame beat the Navy. On that day at least, they sure were the Number One team in the nation. While we were in the Philadelphia area, we spent some time proving that many of your classmates pay their phone bills and stay home Friday nights. Jack Graham, that happy assistant district attorney of Delaware County, had a gallbladder operation last June and so had to miss Reunion. Isabelle is still as beautiful as ever, and their oldest son graduated from high school last year. Jack also does a lot of private practice and enjoys being a country lawyer.

Wally Davis is the most prominent plastic surgeon in the area, sees a few classmates now and then, and is ready for his twenty-sixth reunion right now! Seymour Rutherford was all set to go to reunion but something came up in his business at the last moment (accounts fouled up as Sun Oil, Sey?). He reports there are four teenagers at his house, two children from his first marriage and two more who came with his second marriage. Joe and Dorothy Newman went to Alumni College in Hanover for two weeks instead of Reunion. They liked it very much and commented that Al Davidson was also there. Joe is now the assistant financial editor of the Philadelphia Bulletin.

Sob Bacon's gracious wife Simone answered the phone and reported that he has been with Gulf Oil for 15 years and that they and their three daughters have lived for three years in Newtown Square and enjoy the area. They visited in Hanover several years ago on the way to camp. They were sorry the Princeton game wasn't at Princeton this year. Bill Deal was in Europe at reunion time. His son has made the honorary society at Penn Dental School and plans to be an oral surgeon soon. Bill Kent was in Washington and so missed reunion. He has no complaints about the college. We hope to get together sometime near here, as Bill visits frequently in Pickens, S. C. (Bobby Baker's hometown) as president of Kent Manufacturing Co., which has a mill there.

One of the nice things-about reunion for me was settling a small matter and shaking hands with Jack Kuhlke. Seems I'd been part of a practical joke on him back in senior year, and he remembered it. Sorry, Jack.

Kim Ayers has moved to Box 281, Benghazi, Libya, where he works for Esso Standard Libya, Inc. Hack Davenport is across town at 26 West Osborn Road in Phoenix, Ariz. Jud Foster may be found at 1335 Virginia, Elizabeth, N. J. Harry Kersey is now at 1100 Tunnel! Rd., Santa Barbara, Calif. Col. Bob Loughry is living at 808 Lakeview Dr., Falls Church, Va.

If you followed our advice of last month and addressed your Christmas card to JimParks in West Glacier, Mont., you're behind the times. He's now at B.P.224, Casablanca, Morocco. Dr. George Selkirk has moved to 4184 Seneca, Buffalo 24, N. Y. Harry Sinclair has changed to 525 N. Canon, Beverly Hills, Calif. Hank White now makes, his home at 102 High Valley Dr., Chesterfield, Mo.

Everything changes, but are you up to this one, fellows? A clipping just arrived from Hanover states, "A new plan that would improve traffic flow, add more parking area, improve services... in central Hanover was revealed recently at a League of Women Voters meeting. The recommendations call for relocation of some businesses, creation of a traffic loop around the business center, a pedestrian mall and construction of 50 new housing units." It's good we went back to reunion when we did. We might have taken the wrong turn off the traffic loop.

Secretary, Box 38, Cashiers, North Carolina

Treasurer, 131 Briar Brae Road, Stamford, Conn.