1921

Here you are, gentlemen. Meet an extraordinary professor. Rudi Blesh at Queens College and New York University in courses on jazz from early New Orleans to the latest experimental works examines the sociological and folkloristic roots of jazz in relation to modern music, contrasts jazz and classical LP's, and establishes differences in rhythm, timbre, pitch, scales, harmonic values, phrasing, and melodic improvisation in solo and ensemble productions. In analyses of African and Afro-American music Rudi lectures on blues, spirituals, work songs, hollers, Third Stream and the long form, and concludes with an extra invitational theater presentation of jazz movies from 1928 on with State Department and OWI materials. What other teachers and educators ever had such assignments? Not Paul Smith or Joe Folger, Homer Cleary or Bob Daly, Laurie Erskine or Walt Henshaw, Ben Tenney or Nels Barker, Ken Bean or Rollie Batchelder, Erling Hunt or Dave Seegal, Dave Trainer or Phil Noyes.

"Good-bye, America; hello, Europe," say the Miners and the McKays. Reg and SylviaMiner toughened up their travel legs last month by perambulating about Fort Lauderdale and the Hillsboro Club, north of Pompano Beach. They board the S.S. France" in New York. September 3, meet a car and driver in Southampton for a tour of southwestern England, drop in on London for a few days, fly to Geneva, entrain for Vevey, greet Interlaken and Lucerne, sojourn in Innsbruck, sleep in a castle in Salzburg, and then with comfortable speed catapult" on to Venice, Florence, Naples, Rome, Beaulieu, and jet to Paris from Nice. Home: November 1. En route the Miners hope to meet Don and Alice Sawyer.

Slipping on their seven-league wings, Hugh and Betty McKay skyfly to Pans April 9, spend ten days in France and Italy, meet in Athens a polyglot couple, with them tour Greece and the Aegean Islands, and celebrate the Greek Good Friday and Easter in Salonika. With something like courage the two couples will somehow penetrate the Iron Curtain and drive through Yugoslavia to Vienna. Down the Rhine they sail to the Low Countries and board a plane for home about June 1. By September 1, Hugh will be retired as President of Refined Syrups and Sugars, Inc., and he and Betty will give up the New York apartment and live, summers, in Mystic, Conn., on Long Island Sound where they have friends, and winters, in Betty's home in Deerfield Beach, Fla.

After 36 years with Standard Oil, BobPatterson, manager of the South Dakota branch, who was retired in 1958 with a handsome income, looks forward to a comfortable but lonely future, for his wife Barbara died about a year ago. For the time being, he is cheered by his visit with his daughter Cynthia, Mrs. Nick Georgiades, Vermillion, S. D. (Bob's present address), until he finds an apartment in Huron. He hopes to travel, and Hanover is on his docket. "I don't know when I have spent a week which- I enjoyed so much as my 35th reunion," he says, "when I had a chance to become reacquainted with 21-ers and their wives. It is certainly remarkable how nearly every one of my close friends has made a mark in this busy world." An Alpha Delt, Bob is thinking probably of such men as Dan Ryder and Rynie Rothschild, Kent McKinley and Bunny Gardner, Warren Ege and Tom Cleveland, and Clark Bassett.

Twenty-one would be pleased if Bob and Brad Richardson of Fairmont, Minn., who has not seen Hanover since 1922, could turn up at a reunion. Like Bob, Brad too is lonely, for he lost his wife in 1957. In consequence, in excellent health he decided not to retire but to throw himself into his work.

Van and Mary Cleve are spending their retirement on a high bluff overlooking Lake Dora, Fla., which has six first-class hotels accommodating from 50 to 200 persons and countless motels, guest houses, and apartments. In Mt. Dora Van finds lawn bowling, golf, shuffleboard, boating, horseback riding, swimming, tennis, an experimental theatre, and fishing. Best fun for Mary and Van is cooperating, he with the indoor work, she with the outdoor, and both with gardening. A brochure sent by Van to sub-zero Hanover showed eight pulchritudinous and undated girls in bathing suits on a sandy beach waiting for someone like you.

For Bake Baker in West Hartford, realization was keener and more exciting than anticipation. Approaching the big one, the 65th, he was feted for three weeks almost continually with parties of all sizes and flavors: surprise, Christmas, cocktail, informal, community, business, and birthday. It was too good to be false. Bake persuaded Sally to forget for a time her social work and to take a boat trip from Bar Harbor to Nova Scotia last summer. They now have their eyes trained on Arizona and the West Coast.

Retiring in September, Hilt Campbell is in a delightful state of flux. He and Mildred are using as a criterion the spirit of fun and adventure, and there is no telling where it will lead them.

The magic number, 65, brings out the best in Bill Embree and his friends. They are giving him birthday salutations and parties, and he is giving himself the assurance that daily he will keep on putting his feet where they belong, right under his business desk. ...

Dan and Frances Ryder may be basking in Arizona right now. Dan's aches and pains are bearable even in Vermont, but southwestern sun does wonders. In long northern evenings, Fran and Dan are voracious readers like Bob Loeb and Bob Luce, of Civil War books. And hear this: the Ryders do not own a TV set and do not intend to succumb to what Dan calls "that meretricious lure."

Hal Bolles, soaking up California blessedness to boil out arthritis, knows what Dan is talking about. With a cane Hal gets about nicely. He and Marge flew to San Francisco to spend Christmas and New Year's with their daughter in Merryvale. From Los Angeles March 15 a freighter will transport them leisurely through the Panama Canal. At home April 1 they will enjoy the excitement of building a new house.

Here's an item to interest Sandy and EllaGrace Sanders, Guy Wallick and Joe Folger,Chick Stiles and Lyman Worthington. DocFleming has received honorable mention in the Ford Times Famous Artistś School Fine Arts Competition with a painting of "Bannock, First Territorial Capital of Montana," a once bustling ghost town.

Though in faraway Canada, Jack Graydon is ahead of New York. As early as New Year's he saw in Toronto in the o'Keefe Theatre "Dylan," a semi-humorous play about Dylan Thomas, starring Alec Guinness. Jack is singing the praises of the English actress, Kate Reid, who played Caitlin, Mrs. Thomas, whose life concentrated as much on the thorns as on the petals of roses.

At this very moment Merrill and DorothyShoup, relaxing in Honolulu, may be chatting with Pud Walker and Ted Merriam. Vicariously Merrill is participating in a more strenuous expedition. His daughter Nancy, a junior in Colorado College, with a friend is cruising down the east coast of South America before crossing to Africa to fly in and out of the interior, up through the Suez Canal, head west on the Mediterranean, and disembark in Lisbon, their jumping off place for two or three months of hither-and-yoning in Europe. Another 1921 man interested in Nancy is RalphRuder, her godfather, and, according to Merrill, "a better and more conscientious godfather never existed." And, oh yes, retirement. The word is not in Merrill's vocabulary.

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