1944

Surely the next best thing to being at the Yale game was getting a phone call Hallowe'en evening from Swampy Marsh's home in Greenwich and the complete blow-by- blow description from such erstwhile reporters as Hose Craig, Pinky Corroon, Buffy Hills, Chuck Glines, Tank Bruce, Bill McElnea, and the poor Swamp who was paying the bill. The game was great, obviously, but the supporting, festivities greater. Swampy has an indoor pool which he winterized himself. This was the center of the mayhem, and had "Life" been forewarned, the Swamp would certainly have provided them with one of their most awesome "picture of the week" studies. The background noises were marvelous; by comparison, the sounds emanating from the Psi U rathskeller in the early 40's were like those from an ice cream social.

Always a class stalwart, Howie Pennington, now a California transplant out in Lafayette, wrote a wonderfully long letter about our contemporaries. I'm obliged to hold it to the '44's; In the words of the master:

Earlier this month Alita and I trekked to the Seattle-Tacoma-Portland area; while in Seattle we had an opportunity to see Dadie and Buzz Beattie who were still glowing after their son's birth (James Warren Beattie) last February.

We joined the San Francisco Dartmouth group for the annual Dartmouth picnic, this year held on Angel Island in the Bay. As we left the small ferry in Tiburon after the bash I stopped in at Kirk Bassett's Bird and Hound boutique; customers, or at least potential customers, were plentiful and Kirk was all smiles.

Finally made contact with Dr. Paul Livingston at his busy office in Livermore, Calif., some months ago. Good vino from the Livermore Valley! Every time I've passed through Livermore recently I have dropped by to see the senior medico but he was always at his other office in Hayward. Once at a wine-tasting party (for charity of course) at the ol' Phoebe Hearst ranch in the Valley we met several doctors who knew Paul and spoke highly of his work.

Last June, back into and around N.Y.C. had a most pleasant visit with Mary Ann and Don Pfeifle, down from their ski empire in Maine, at a high school reunion; believe they were to take off for Europe shortly thereafter.

I'm never quite fair to Bill McElnea when I accuse him of collecting directorships as a hobby. I must admit he earns them, as long as he passes along news from those who send in their class dues with a note, like Penn Frost who flew up for the Penn game and had a good time with MelFriberg; or now Bill Gatlin reported his delight since moving to Florida as director of the Department of Radiology at St. Joseph's Hospital in Tampa ... and who made the error in asking that any '44s wafting through the area call him; or Norm Simpson announcing the birth of their third daughter during the summer, and that John Weeks with wife, Jeanne, stopped by while motoring John Jr. to Hobart College for his freshman outing.

Dan Holley, a systems analyst for the Glen Falls Insurance Co., has long been active in the Air Force reserve. He is a Lt. Colonel attached to the 92615t Reserve Squadron and can always look with pride to the 38 months he served as a World War II bomber pilot.

The "Springfield News" recently carried a picture of handsome Charlie Spallino being sworn in by Governor Volpe as a member of the Hampton County Arena Authority. With all respect to Governor Volpe. Charlie, with his great smile, looked like the big man. For the past ten years, Charlie has been president of the Crayburk Distributing Company.

I'll bet you never dreamed you'd have an intimate tie in with Rasputin. Well, while breezing through New York recently, I picked up a Trib to read on the plane and was fascinated to read that the attorney defending C.B.S. against the $1.5 million suit brought by the guy who did old Rasp in, was none other than Carl Eldridge. In that report Carl, through his background of history, drove the poor old assassin against the wall to the point where the plaintiff pleaded illness and the trial was postponed.

Dick Morse and his family got a bit of a reprieve from India and vacationed back in New Hampshire. Dick is with the Stanford Institute and on "loan" to the Ford Foundation who find him invaluable to their work in India.

There was a full page article in the "Boston Globe" last month, entitled "Bicycling Dean Potent Medicine Man," about your old friend Frank Ebaugh. Now Dean of the Boston University School of Medicine, Frank has become a veritable firecracker of action and ideas. Possibly more important than the fact he prefers the "faster" bicycle to the car and taxi, is that the fastmoving Dean has inaugurated a $56 million development program over the next decade. His ideas and plans for turning out more and better doctors are such that the program is now a reality with subscriptions coming in from all over. Just keep your eyes on his school!

Chuck Rendigs, a v.p. of Bache & Co. in charge of the Bache Syndicate department, has just been named a director of the firm.

As I write this, only Nebraska, Arkansas, Michigan State, and Princeton share Dartmouth's honor of being in the unbeaten, untied ranks. Nice feeling, isn't it!

Have a pleasant Yule holiday, and if you're caught short on New Year's eve drop in on Swampy. You won't ever forget it!

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