1944

The first day we arrived at Hilton Head Island we saw a husky chap dragging a sea tortoise, that had been killed by a shrimp boat, to a neatly dug grave back by the dunes. The Marine Digger-O'Dell turned out to be the Coca-Cola King, Bruce Thomson. To make it more pleasant, Bruce and Puss had the good surgeon Earl Owens and his attractive wife Betsy as house guest. I don't know whether it's the mineral waters of Lynchburg or the good clean living, but both Bruce and Earl, well bronzed and athletically trim, certainly belied the score of years that washed by since they left Hanover.

After the Owens left, Sheila and I contested the Thomsons on the links. If they won, I'd buy the Cokes; if we won, Bruce would have to order Pepsis. This challenge brought out the best in Bruce and he still sustains his record of never having paid a sou or a mil to the Pepsi-Cola Company.

Another doctor friend of ours, non-Dartmouth, attended a cocktail party while vacationing 300 miles north of Toronto on a desolate lake island "in the middle of nowhere," and met just the guy you'd expect to find there, the inimitable E. Buff CrawfordHills. Not necessarily bronzed and athletically trim, Buff was categorized as "amazingly entertaining."

Merle Hagen, who has always been a bulwark of the class (and, thank goodness, an avid reader) took time to write and send clippings about Dave Alworth's election to the Board of McGraw Edison Co. (Dave is president of the Oneida Realty Co.), and that Bob Rader has just been named executive vice president of the D. H. Obermeyer Leasing Company (once Merle read this in the Times, he phoned Bob only to learn that his old roomie at Middle Mass was moving to Westport, Ct„ just two blocks away); also that Dave Nutt was recently elected vice president of Ketchum, MacLeod & Grove, Inc., a large and well respected N. Y. advertising agency; and that Harry Davis, formerly director of advertising for "The Reporter," has accepted an appointment as vice president - director of sales for the Patrician Marketing & Publishing Corp., who recently launched the new "Lady-Fare" bi-monthly.

From deep within those picturesque canyons in midtown Manhattan comes the announcement that Don Smith has joined McCann-Erickson, Inc., a New York advertising agency, as vice president in the planning division. Don was previously a marketing consultant for agencies and clients, and for five years before that he was senior vice president and director of the grocery products division for West, Weir & Bartel.

Jerry Brody's daughter, Ricki, and John Charles Revson, son of C. H. Revson, chairman of Revion were married in June. The ceremony was performed in the Terrace Room of the Plaza, which I believe is one of the few elite restaurants Jerry doesn't operate in Gotham, which only goes to prove that Dad doesn't always have the last word.

It was good to hear from Doc lan MacDonald who obviously has made the good life down in Orlando, Fla. He wonders when we'll write something about his cronies Russ Isner, Pete Bruch, and Pete Geisler, a task to which I'll have to set myself. Lan was with them in the Naval Air Corps, enjoyed life with them in Florida so much that he picked it for his base of operations and has been happy ever after.

Just as you and I might collect old guns, stamps, and coins, our treasurer Bill McElnea has a fetish for directorships. Most recent is his election to the board of the Victoreen Instrument Co. who specialize in radiation measurement equipment and office machinery.

I was delighted to hear from Phil Penberthy (another avid reader of the Times) that our old roommate, Wiley Hitchcock and the attractive Janet Cox Rearick were married late last May in Princeton, N. J. Wiley is professor and chairman of the department of music at Hunter College, while his bride is an art historian and an assistant professor in the department of art there. Both of them hold Ph.D.'s in their respective fields, which should keep the conversational ball bouncing for eons.

I wish I could say I saw Pinky Corroon on T.V. when they played the Thunderbird at Westchester, but the best I could do was spot his house in the background, and a tiny figure wafting a cool one on the roof.

You now call Bob Tompa "doctor." He received his Ph.D. from Rutgers in June, is currently chairman of the Department of Business Administration at Monmouth College. Today he looks as handsome as Werner Von Braun did ten years ago (at least according to the newspaper photo, which I hope wasn't taken ten years ago).

Sperk Welch ran into a rash of bad luck on the last 13 holes in his bid for a berth in the U. S. Amateur when he triple-bogied twelve of them.

Dr. Dick Sweet is now working or operating out of Portland, Conn. Dyer Talley is in the lumber business down in Atlanta. Fritz Witzel is back in New England, now living in Wellesley. He's in the rubber and plastics business, but I can't recall the company. Malcolm McLoud has his right wing back in a cast after a second operation to sew up the tendons in his thumb that were severed in an accident over a year ago. Ray Snell with the Tractor Division of Ford, is making his home in Malcolm's old town of Birmingham, Mich. Ed Seidman is vice president of H. K. Ivoports in New York and commutes from Wilton, Conn. DickMorse is still in New Delhi, India with the Ford Foundation. (As I write this, I hear the evening news that New Delhi has been blacked out in anticipation of possible Pakistani air raids.)

I hope many of you will be on hand for the football reunion in October. It should be a dandy.

Secretary, 1105 Center St., Milford, O.

Treasurer, River Road, Cos Cob, Conn.