1915
It was pleasing to receive, attached to the proofs of the January Notes, a penned greeting: "Happy New Year! The Mag gals." A bit late, but - "Right back at you, gals"!
Eben Clough comes up with a couple interesting reminiscences that take us "back when." As an example, how Doc Noyes stepped out of character during a hazing episode in Fayerweather Hall, preached a short sermon to the sophs who were doing an awful job on some of us freshmen and wound up with: "Forgive these poor unfortunates for they know not what they do." Whereupon the soph leader, slightly overcome, said: "Boys, I think he's right - let's call it off!" Eben goes on to describe their recent present-day Christmas celebration in cahoots with the Chan Fosters and says: "all told it was one of the best 'Holidaze' we've had in many a year." And to prove something or other, Eben enclosed a used ticket to the Topsham (Me.) Fair issued to Earl E. Clough which reads - Admit One Only Horseman!
Tom Connelly, recup-ing from a siege of arthritis, says he's still able to pour a drink for any of the old gang who may drop in.
I wonder if any family group attendance at any Dartmouth Reunion ever surpassed the Ray King group at our 50th — numbering 37 members.
A note from Priscilla Noyes reads: "Doc finally got the 'Go' signal. More X-rays found the bones had healed quicker than expected - there will be no holding him down now and am sure he'll make up for lost time."
The Sid Crawfords report that their son Brace's two oldest boys starred in football over at Needham - that Max Wilcox has gone south to Daytona Beach - and that Dick Scharmann's widow and son dropped in for a short visit last summer.
Those were certainly welcome color snapshots Dick Wyman came up with, taken at various and sundry '15 gatherings over the recent past.
Bud and Tex Doe, with Tex recovering nicely from her illness, were heading for the South right after the holidays. Indicative of their return to normalcy was an enclosure of an epic dissertation of how a chap, on orders from his wife, disposed of twelve bottles of whiskey — quite an involved procedure!
Nothing if not realistic, Ralph Brown submits pictorial evidence he can still make it by a wintry snapshot of him shoveling snow off the roof of their TV room. Ralph wonders if any other '15ers saw the Cornell-Dartmouth rain-soaked game in Hanover which he attended with a Cornell friend. Through the fog and rain he couldn't spot a single classmate and surmised they had sense enough to stay home.
Ken MacPherson ruminates on the lack of lasting friendships from three years at M.I.T. so he wants to make the most of what is and be content. Perusal of our 50-Year Book brought forth this comment.
Ruth Winship (remember our versatile Pete?) was scheduled to fly to Atlanta in February. She, and a flock of others, are pleased that Bob Blackman is remaining at the football helm!
Jack Johnson calls my attention to Page 12 of our 50-Year Book - "In the front row, I'm on your left (holding the small banner) and next to me is Ev Lamson and next to him Bags Wanamaker." Them were the days - yes?
El and Hazel Sharpe had a call from Doc Noyes and daughter who were quite interested in their livestock, including that 'beige mutation male.'
Elizabeth, Mrs. Al Sherman, is very appreciative of the FRONTIERSMAN, the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, which arrive regularly, and finds the 50-Year Book "tremendously" interesting.
Matt and Margaret Gray stayed home the past year saying: "San Diego is just about the most nearly ideal city in the world to do that." Matt says he's looking forward to getting Joe Harris out in a boat again.
Charlotte Ford Morrison, expressing ap- preciation for our 50-Year Book, says they were in Europe most of the summer and now in Florida for the winter. She expatiates on the sunny weather down there and "our little place is lush and a-bloom." (What - no "blackouts" or "transit strikes"?)
Lucy (Mrs. Perry) Stevens has "very pleasant memories of past reunions and, when there is another, I would be very happy to attend - God willing."
George Ingalls flew over the World's Fair en route to Pittsburgh and says he looked down but did not see me. (I was probably inside having a long, tall cool one!)
Lucy Grey (Mrs. Stan) Llewellyn is still carrying on in the same town (Camden, S. C.), same place, same house, and urges us to come down. "Glad the 50th was such a success."
George and Charlotte Simpson expected to leave for Fort Lauderdale, Fla., along mid-January for a stay until early April. "So - come on down"!
I'll bet Ev Lamson up in Exeter, N. H., was thankful those propane loaded cars didn't explode, during the R.R. derailment up there along in January!
Adeline and Howie Fuller were heading on a cruise to West Africa, North Africa, the Near East, Turkey, Greece, and Southern Europe during February, March, and April.
Leo and Ottille Burt advise us to "keep well and young." We have the "well" part under control but the "young" business is in the lap of the Gods!
Marty Martin reports good recovery from a cataract removal and expected to spend several weeks with his daughter on Peaks Isle in Portland.
The Travelog, conceived, produced, directed, choreographed, enacted, financed, and enjoyed by the Sterlings (Lora and Art) sure was a glowing example of Art's dexterity with the artist's brush!
We regret to report the death early in January of Tom Hamson and extend our deep sympathy to his family.
While the deadline is still conveniently ahead of us, it's time to sharpen the pencils for good old Form 1040, which calls to mind this definition of prosperity: that short period between the final installment and the next purchase. And in the background comes a faint voice over the air: "Bla-bla . . . soand-so . . . down a quarter!" Happy landings, everybody!
Secretary, 245 Avenue C New York 9, N. Y.
Treasurer, 60 Stevens Rd., Needham 92, Mass.
Bequest Chairman,
