1949

Having just returned from the game for all seasons, I am strongly inclined to share this great experience with you. We did indeed muddy and bloody the Tiger as I had predicted in the last column, and after our fellow tribesmen's many arrows had found their mark he was a pitiful sight, a sagging mound of stripes bringing terror to no one and his dandy calcimined paws festooned with welts. This Tiger ain't dead, but he's a mighty sick cat after a bad mauling from Chief Blackman's braves who never lost faith in the power of the Indian sign over the press clipping. So many of our braves annoyed him including the squaws in the stands who added to the torment with their waving white hankies. O'Brien, Walton, and Ryzewicz with their stout-hearted rushes did much to loosen him up for Beard's sharp stinging arrows which tore into him so frequently that our children thought it was a new way to play their favorite paleface game of pussy in the corner. After the poor animal left the scene of battle licking his wounds, Chief Blackman was hoisted upon the shoulders of the stout-hearted and carried around the field. His greatness is reflected in his own humble words. "I am the first to believe that football is minor compared to the objectives of the college. Yet you read so much about the apathy and beatnicks among students today and then see our students so enthusiastic and proud of their college. I believe that this spirit will help Dartmouth in every way including academic." These words were spoken at the very height of victory and at the pinnacle of a career by a true gentleman both on and off the field.

Our class section was just a wink to the wrong side of the goal line, but the seats were at the very top of the stands. We had an airplane view. It appears that as we grow older we move farther from the midstripe. Seems to me I was told long ago that it worked the other way. If I didn't know that it is strictly due to the great build-up of interest in this fray over the years I would think that someone was pulling our collective leg. Anyhow it was a great show which many of you missed. Don't just be sorry. We have two great years ahead with our present personnel. We're loaded for 1966. Next year vow to be a stadium statistic. I now have something concrete to report on the Brown game 1949 Hanover fall weekend next October 14-16. We have sixteen rooms lined up at the Sunset Motel, ten at the Hanover Inn Motor Lodge, and four at the Chieftain Motel. I believe all are double rooms with bath and convenient to town. GordonThomas is handling the room arrangements. Write him at RR #1, New Canaan, Conn., to make your reservation, but do it now so you won't be sorry later.

Through my Indian mask worn during the game, I was able to make out the Pete Bloodsworths, Jay Urstadts, Bud Hughes, Bob Aldens, Bob Pridhams, Tom McManuses, Morey Coles, Jack Ransoms, Jim Huntingtons, Gordon Thomases, Herb Gramstorffs, Rollie Beckers, Jim Sullivans, and Bill Ballards. I know I missed plenty of you, but the eye slits on the darned mask were too slanted. I sent my little boy in for an Indian mask, all right, but the kid's recent bout with the jaundice probably confused the poor man.

The Pridhams and ourselves hosted a victory party of Forty-Niners in my wigwam, and after the tiger meat had been devoured we watched the TV replay of the game to see how terrific we really had been. Suffice to say that it was a day we'll never forget.

F. Harmon Saville of Gloucester took 21 older Boy Scouts on a 23-day expedition this past summer to Philmont Scout Ranch near Cimarron, N. M. Saville holds several noteworthy scouting awards including the rare Wood Badge beads. Whew!! Anyone willing to take 21 strange kids roughing it through the Old West deserves to be called a good scout.

Across the river and upstate Dick Mallary of Fairlee, Vt., was elected by a nice majority as one of two representatives from legislative district 34. He had previously held office in the Vermont General Assembly for three terms. Dick just announced his candidacy for Speaker of the House. With a fine civic background to impress his constituency, just how far away can the Governor's mansion be?

Do you enjoy your TV set more as a built-in children's pacifier than as a medium for your own adult entertainment? We have a classmate who should be your secret pal. His name is Ed Graham of Harry and Bert Piel fame. Today Ed is head of his own animation production company in Hollywood. "Linus the Lion Hearted," the CBS animated cartoon series for kiddies on Saturday mornings, is his newest baby. He has one hundred employees helping to make your little ones laugh, but if his own Lucas, age five, and Scott, age four, don't laugh at what they see and hear, it's back to the drawing boards for Ed.

C. J. "Jaybo" Urstadt has just been named a vice president of Alcoa Residences Inc., the firm responsible for the management of Alcoa real estate developments in the New York City area. Great to see my Tuck School roomie climbing the rungs of the real estate ladder. Anyone looking for an apartment?

If you start drifting into the mid-winter blues and start thinking that you're over the hill, take heart in the knowledge that there are some of us who are slicing our first wedding cake; and once in a while we even hear about someone who damns all expenses and slices up his second. We see in the Brookline, Mass., paper that Dr. Michael Bernkopf just married Mrs. Jeanne Frank Lloyd. Mike is an instructor in mathematics and education at Fairleigh Dickinson University here in New Jersey. All good wishes to both of you.

This Princeton game victory party featured (l to r) Jack Ransom '49, Bill Lynn '47,Tom McManus '49, Jim Huntington '49, Bob Pridham '49, and Tom Swartz, also '49.

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