1952
It may be mid-February with the winter half over for you, but for me it's early January and the drab days are just beginning. That and the fact that old CB's mailbag was nigh empty this month means you'll have to bear with me while I redo such old history as December '65 and even earlier.
That was an exciting month in many ways for the Green. We started it with speculation as to whether we had a head football coach or the U. of lowa did. Then we had our fears dispelled at one of the most moving sports luncheons any loyal Dartmouth ever attended. It was the New York Touchdown Club luncheon at which The Lambert Trophy was awarded. It was there that Coach Blackman announced to the world he was staying in Hanover, and the reaction from the several hundred Old Greens present (including your scribe) was really quite touching.
Later that day, at the Dartmouth Club, Coach Blackman showed movies of the Princeton game and I saw several of our classmates. Most of them I'd seen down at Princeton, too, so it was a re-run for most of us. (And just as rewarding the second time.)
One of those I saw both places was HarryBingham. Harry thoroughly enjoyed both events and reminded me at the second of the news item he'd passed on at the first. He'd reported that Charlie Liddle and his wife passed up the football game of the century to take three weeks of vacation in Spain. Now what kind of a choice is that?
Speaking of vacations, our small community here in Southwestern Connecticut felt the absence over the Holidays of RogerPierce and his family. During those late unpleasantries Rogo hied his brood off to the Bahamas for some sun 'n surf with Grandma Pierce.
As you will undoubtedly recall (since you all devour these columns so thoroughly) I mentioned a couple of months back that JohnBrower had been upped at Ryerson Steel. You'll be happy to see that I now have a picture of him in case you've forgotten what a handsome dog he is. (Myself, I'd prefer a picture of Jan.) Also, the mystery is cleared up - I found from the release that he and Jan will stay in Minneapolis where he will be manager of product sales at Ryerson's Twin Cities service center. Congratulations again, John!
In Cleveland, Libbey Products OwensIllinois, Inc. has a new branch manager. Lucky for them it's a '52, Jose Barroso. Jose was previously branch manager for Libbey in Pittsburgh so it will mean that he's relocated by now.
More news from Philadelphia about BobRoberts, too. The First Pennsylvania Banking and Trust Company has named him head of the eastern division for banking. The release also lists a lot of other activities Bobby's been engaged in but you don't need me to mention them since I've mentioned them before in this column and you've saved all of them to read with delight whenever you have a boring evening, haven't you?
Another success in the metal business belongs to another '52. Metal Fabricators, Inc. of Greenville, S. C., has named Dave Griggs a vice president. Dave moves to Metal Fabricators from The Singer Company where he worked for twelve years. While with Singer he was sales manager, district manager, and assistant to the vice president. Dave and his wife, Lois, have also found time over the years to produce three daughters, Sandra, Susan, and Linda, and they live in Anderson, according to the release. I'm not prepared to say precisely what state Anderson is in, but I'd expect it be in South Carolina. Don't you think?
While we're on the subject of producing daughters I just learned that Bernie Lewis' wife produced one for him. Catherine Dawn Lewis arrived on December 19, 1965, and if I'm not mistaken it was not terribly long ago, say a scant year, that her brother (or was it sister) arrived. Better give the poor wife a rest, Bernie. Are you trying to catch Teevens?
Catchin' Teevens may be impossible anyway. Gene Teevens, that is, who has managed to instill in his wife, Mary, the same fierce competitive spirit we all know he has. I had scarcely announced in this column last fall that Larry Schiffenhaus had caught up with him in number of children, seven, when I saw Gene at the Princeton game. He quickly set me straight. He'd just had another one — number eight, whereupon Betty Schiffenhaus announced, for immediate release, that she was retiring from the race (I'll believe it when she proves it). All of which means you better not mess with 01' Bebo. You're bound to lose.
Now, as I gaze grimly on the frozen earth outside and feel the chill draft whistling round my loose-fitting window panes, my thoughts turn fondly Southward. I think I will contact Charlie Benisch next week and see if he, with his travel agency, can't arrange to get me and my bride down into sunny climes on the $4.87 I have left in my bank account after Christmas bills are paid. If he can I'll let you know next time. Until then, hasta luego, as they say down there.
Or some such thing.
Secretary, 168 Riverside Ave. Riverside, Conn.
Treasurer, 221 Maxson Rd., Lancaster, Pa.
