1952

Last month I left you gasping for breath, stung to the quick by the sharp lashings of my vitriolic pen. I had admonished you all to write.

This month I come to you in humble gratitude, a pleasant and benevolent old scribe. Due to the influx of holiday mail I languish now in a wealth of newsy material - just enough to fill out an average 1200 word column.

I guess I should be more careful about singling out anyone for castigation lest I live to regret it. Over the holidays I received not one but two letters from the Wayne Carl Linman household. First Mary wrote and, among other things, informed us that Buck was down with a slight case of pneumonia. Then along came a note from ol' Buck himself, penned on the back of a Christmas card which showed us a couple of mighty handsome young Linmans, Danny and Nancy. Buck says the contracting business is good and that he and the family plan a trip out this way next summer. We'll be looking forward to seeing them then.

Also heard from Kent Calhoun. Cal's still being secretive, though, for I didn't learn much other than the fact he's still living at the same place in Minneapolis.

John Newey came through with a little more news on his Christmas card. Seems he's been spending some time in Latin America working on international financial matters for his company, International Harvester. I hope you've got the Alliance for Progress program moving, John.

From over in New Jersey came a very newsy letter sent out by Carol and FrancisChisdes. Seems to be an annual rule of theirs to sum up the past year in a nice letter for all their friends. (And a darn good rule, too. Wish all you guys could train your wives to do the same and post the letters off to me.) Francis and Carol got a new boat in '63, an inboard sea skiff in which they intend to do some weekend cruising next summer. They also came by a cat which came by kittens and now find themselves with a couple of felines named Puss and Boots.

From Cape Cod, Jack Morgan dropped me a note with a lot of good information in it. Jack's going up to B.U. in February to start the last lap of his quest for a P.D. in European History. He says he's heard from Dr. George Howard, who's still at Massachusetts Eye and Ear Infirmary in Boston. And he also sends news of TedFellowes. As some of you may recall, Ted spent just one year with the Class and then hied himself off to the Naval Academy at Annapolis. (I recall him very well as one of the best football players on our freshman team.) Ted's still in the Navy, a Lt. Commander, living in Florida with his wife and two daughters. He's to begin flying jets this month (January).

I wonder if Ted ran into Ron Scott when Ron was down in Key West for flight training with the Naval Reserve last November. In another nice, newsy note I got Ron tells me that's one of the things he's been up to. Some other things are: practicing law with La Bruin & Dock in Philadelphia: begetting one son and half or so of another (with the help of a wife, thank heaven); meeting BubsRichardson and Art Figur in New York when Bubs came East for some classes which were designed to help him practice a better brand of law in Portland, Ore.; speaking to Ed Futterman, who's moved to Chicago, and to Steve Lazarus, who's gone back to school at Harvard Business; and being contrary with Jim Fraser, the bull (or is it bear this year, Jim?) of North Granville, N. Y.

I also got a note from Al Reich which pleased me greatly, and one from Bob Binswanger, who seems to be settled in Cleveland now. Also got two announcements about Preston Saunders. First, he's engaged to a lovely lady from Cleveland, Miss Rebecca Johns Bulkley, and second, he's become a partner in the law firm of Goodwin, Procter & Hoar in Boston.

Lastly, I want to make amends this month for an oversight in the December column. In listing classmates who are Alumni Club officers, around the country I overlooked one of those closest to home: Roger Malkin, who served through '62 and '63 as treasurer of the Dartmouth Club of Western Connecticut. (Yep, I'm a member.) Sorry, Roger.

Now, you see, I did all right this month, on my own, with no help at all from the Alumni Office in Hanover. Fairly makes a fellow reach for the old handkerchief to think what a loyal, newsworthy group of classmates you are. So let us bury the hatchet. You resolve to write more often and I'll promise not to call you names.

Egads! This is a short one this month! Now listen you . . .uh . . . well. . . .

Sitting tall and smart in the saddle is the family of Read Perkins '51 of Moorestown,N. J.: (from right to left) Beatrice, 5, Elizabeth, 8, his wife Esther and Read himself.The Perkins household also includes seven horses and two ponies.

Secretary, 168 Riverside Ave. Riverside, Conn.

Treasurer, 221 Maxson Rd., Lancaster, Pa.