1935
Having just returned from another junket through the Old Dominion, I should have some more curious names for you. Only one this time, a sign that caught my eye outside a little store on Route 11, the college and apple highway of Virginia. In large letters it advertised "Home killed meats." There was an apartment over the store and I kept thinking for miles of mother, father, and the children busily killing meat in the long winter evenings. Or do you suppose they use the garage? I must have been looking at too many Charles Addams' pictures.
I didn't look up any of the Virginia contingent so now I'm back in New York watching the Winter Olympics on TV. Here at least I keep an eye out for Joan Hannah, New Hampshire's only representative on the U.S. ski team. Sel's and Paulie's other daughter, Lucy, is married to Paul Pfosi and lives in Switzerland. Incidentally, Paulie's Folly, one of the more interesting trails on" Cannon Mountain at Franconia Notch, is named after Paulie Hannah. Sel has his own firm, Sno-engineering Co., which specializes in the design and maintenance of skiins areas. The rest of the Hannahs are - where else? - at Dartmouth: Sel in the class of 1965, and Frank the class of 1964. Ted Harbaugh is the only other recidivist that comes to mind, with John in '66 and Bryce in '65. This so confused the admissions office that no one got in from Toledo for '67
A feller named Frank White slipped into the class of '35, however, when nobody was looking. According to a recent news article he was appointed to the faculty of the Maine Central Institute after having been an assistant headmaster at the Carteret School in West Orange, N. J. After graduation from Dartmouth in 1935 he did graduate work at Plymouth, N. H., Teachers' College, Duke University and at the American University in Cairo, Egypt, where he majored in Arabic. He then taught at the New Hampton School, the Atlantic Air Academy Oxford Academy in New Jersey, and was employed by the Arabian-American Oil Company from 1951-1959. Very experie nced feller. Can this be Frank William White about whom very little has been heard over the past few years?
By now you have read the account of Merc Curtis' ordeal on the bitter and windswept sands of Cape Cod's Nauset Beach last December. Reg has given you the full story in the Tear Ba,g. I know that beach so well under the balmy sunshine of summer that it is incredible to realize how murderous it can become in the winter. By now I have had the story from about nine Cape Cod friends, but the first news came from Bud Cahoon, who enclosed a clipping of the lead article the story made in the Standard Times. Bud is Town Attorney for Harwich, one of three Barnstable County Commis- sioners, and a former state legislator from his district. In fact his mother had the distinction of having her father, husband, and son all serve in the Massachusetts House. Grandfather was a sea-captain and said the hell with politics.
On the other hand he may very well have anchored in the River Plate where, in Montevideo, the Croningers are still holding the torch for the USA and General Electric. "We'd better hurry and send our Christmas greetings," writes Howie. "Otherwise they may be expropriated, taxed, or held for subversion. Santa Claus can expect to have his bag confiscated, be held for illegal entry and smuggling." But the roses are tall, the guitar music mellow, and all will be well if Skip makes it for the class of '68. He's a pretty red hot tennis player, Mr. Chamberlain.
I wrote Jack AuWerter recently about some mutual friends in Cleveland and, un- like some of you literary deadbeats, he made reply. It appears that Bill Hawgood has remarried but the name of the bride is not forthcoming. Dan Close has been quite ill. He would certainly appreciate a note from any of you who might care to write. Jack himself echoes the sentiments so many of us feel on our failures to keep up - "we keep slipping back steadily on seeing old, warm friends with a lifetime of associations. Maybe it will loosen up after the family is grown." Now there is a middle-aged sentiment if I ever heard one!
Some members of the class seem to be doing things of more lasting importance than making paper boxes or writing commercials for soap powder. For instance, Don King, head of the classics department at Mt. St. Joseph College, has just completel the first English translation of Erasmus' De Copia (Of Abundance of Words and Ideas). Erasmus, as you probably know, has been regarded as very probably the last fully educated man. Since his time the world has passed beyond the comprehension of mortals Don has performed a great service in bringing this neglected work to scholarly attention. His post at Mt. St. Joseph's follows a distinguished career in the classics: a Ph.D from Princeton, membership in the Society of Fellows at Harvard, teaching at Dartmouth. Penn State, and Beloit.
While we are on the subject of teaching, notice should be made of Gene Burnkrant's transfer as Superintendent of Schools from Wauwatosa, Wis., to Boulder, Colo.
In the more mundane life of business it should also be noted that Willie Ogg has graduated from sales manager - machines for Norton International Inc. and has been appointed district manager for sales of the Norton Company's Machine Tool Division in Chicago.
Ralph Bonner has just been inducted as a Fellow of the American College of Surgeons in San Francisco, Calif. Ralph was once associated with Flower Fifth Avenue Hospital in New York but I guess we have lost him now.
Finally, to cap a rather short column this month I can report on doings even further west where Willard M.P. Wong, of B.Y. Wong & Co., has been elected president of the Honolulu Stock Exchange, succeeding Alexander S. Atherton of the Hawaiian Trust Co. Since I didn't know that Pug was president of the Exchange,' this is news. It was reported to me by operative Naramore who has recently been converted to grandparenthood by his daughter Donna (Mrs. Allan Morjikian). This so overwhelmed Narry that he has now fled town on an 11-day Caribbean cruise with Corinne, "Doc" Mills and Lucille. The cruise is sponsored by the Shriners and they hope to go ashore and see Ed Henriquez in Panama (suitably disguised in those fezzes, I hope). The Red Muslims have landed and have the situation well in hand. You'll see it in the newspapers.
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