1961
About the most important thing I can offer this month is the United Voice of the College, the Class, and the Class Agents encouraging you to give to this year's fund drive. This year's drive seems to be going well, certainly better than the somewhat embarrassing turnout last year. We all plan to give, I'm sure, and we are all properly contacted by one of our fellow 61's who is offering his time to act as a Class Agent, but somehow the actual process of sitting down and writing out a contribution seems to be procrastinated into oblivion. Don't let it happen this year. Why don't you sit down right now, before reading the rest of the MAGAZINE and make out your contribution. I know Head Agent Mike Hecht would greatly appreciate it, so would the College, and I'll wager that you'll carry your head a little higher too. Join the elite, be an active member of the Class.
A sincere thanks to you gentlemen who have taken the time to write, or in one case telephone, with a brief report on you and your friends. Skip Bean is the proud father of Miss Kathleen Elizabeth Bean, born last February 12. Mr. and Mrs. Bean are living in Hanover. Bob Snider is engaged to Miss Carol Tash of Worcester, Mass. Bob is in his last year at Columbia Law. Rapid Rog Hartley has taken a position with the Merchants National Bank of Fargo, N. D. Rog will be opening the bank's data processing center. That Marine's Marine, G. (for Gung Ho) Theodore Perkins sent along a fine letter which explained in part why he is still in the service after all us less patriotic chaps have been discharged. Perk is madly in love with a cute, young helicopter named Samantha Strangerotor and just hasn't been able to tear himself away. Ted's wife Mary says that she understands the flaming passion harbored by her mad, sensitive husband. Ted himself is at a loss to explain it all, he just says there's something about the way Samantha's little rotor goes "clickkety-whoosh ... clickkety-whoosh" that fascinates him. Poor boy, why couldn't he have fallen in love with a B-52 like a normal person! Dartmouth has gained another young cheerleader in the person of Miss Beth Bonnet, born to Judy and HopHolmberg on March 16 in Minneapolis where Hop is administering hospitals. Wonder if he got an employees' discount on the maternity bill?
Frank Crouse sent along a dandy letter reporting on the activities he and his wife, Laraine, are finding in the Philippines. Frank mentioned that he, his wife, and another couple were taking off for a vacation in Thailand in March, so I imagine that, barring Yul Brynner, the Crouses should be happily back at their little thatched Navy Base in the Pacific. A letter from DennyEngleman was delivered at my door by a liveried chauffeur so I gather that Denny and his wife Darlyne are doing alright in Hanover. Denny will be going to Tuck next year and is whiling away the time talking over old times with Mr. and Mrs. TomHickey and Mr. and Mrs. Milt Steinhauser. When not cavorting with Hicks and Milt, Denny is teaching his young daughter, Terri Sue, how to talk (please, T.S., let your wife do that!). Also seems that the LarryCantleys bounded up to Hanover for Carnival and appear to be in fine shape. JudGoldsmith was clever enough to use the telephone to give me the latest poop on his life way out in Portland, Ore. Seems that Jud and Carol are as happy as clams while Jud makes big business decisions at the Paper company and Carol shoots Indians or whatever from the back window. Really, Goldsmith, after a happy youth in the East, doesn't Portland seem just awfully ... well . . . provincial?
And speaking of the East, who should your faithful secretary run into as he is looking around New York for long lost classmates and passing out charity baskets for the greater glory of Dartmouth, but Steve Auer and Pat Walsh. These two soldiers of fortune were holding forth in an East Side pub. All seems well with them, or at least nothing was so wrong that the 58th beer didn't seem to fix it up jush fime.
Alright now, put down the mag and go fill out your donation card. That way you will feel horribly self-righteous pushing to the very front of the line to get beer at our 5th reunion. Have an outstanding summer.
H. Michael HechtNew Head Agent for the Class of 1961
Secretary, 1245 Martin Drive Cincinnati 2, Ohio
Class Agent, 6641 Chestnut St., Cincinnati, O. 45227
