1935's 30th
So you couldn't make reunion. Sorry about that. You missed the best one yet! Some 205 classmates, wives and youngsters heartily concur that '35's Belated 30th was perfect. Even the weather cooperated. The only rain came in the midst of Tuesday evening's cocktail party. This had the happy result of extending cocktails for an extra hour, to no one's regret - except, perhaps, our custodian of finances.
Time and space do not permit a full chronicling of the three eventful days. (DeroSaunders, our new Tearbag editor, will dutifully print the full list of guys, gals and kids who attended, in his next issue.) So this column will confine itself to the highlights, and a few personal impressions. Our gang was headquartered in Massachusetts row. What a fabulous transformation: new, modern baths; lights with wall switches; new, smartly-styled desks - you wouldn't believe it!
Upon arrival, all were greeted by Hankand Lou Hawkins, and quickly outfitted with credentials, green shirts and those allimportant name tags. Hank and his gracious Lou did a superb job of handling all reunion arrangements, and well deserved the standing ovation they received at the claś meeting
A first impression, on entering the class tent, was how graciously the gang had aged (and their wives not at all!). Maybe the adjustment to gray hair, and a few extra pounds here and there, had been made at the 25th reunion. So the faces were familiar. Whatever the explanation, the gray looked distinguished. The paunches of six years ago were trimmer (maybe Metrecal, the drink- ing man's diet, or doctors' orders; it's hard to say), but the overall effect was good.
Lest this description give the wrong impression, there were some 45 sons and daughters present to attest to the fact that the class had indeed reached full maturity. The youngsters ranged from Ed and HazelSkillin's five-year-old, to sons and daughters in their early 20's.
With opening greetings over, the crowd trudged down to the new Leverone Field House for a buffet dinner. Then on to the new Hopkins Center, for a memorable performance of "Once Upon a Mattress," in which Ed Reich's son played a starring role. The entire performance was of Broadway calibre!
Jim Huntley held forth at the piano in the class tent, as the group harmonized on Dartmouth songs and melodies of yester-year, while keeping vocal cords properly wetted with copious draughts of cold beer. When the crowd thinned at 2 A.M., the more robust drifted off to the Teen-Age tent, where a hot combo and exuberant youth kept the action going 'til close to dawn.
Tuesday brought the intellectual highlight of the program, a seminar on "Peace Power and Persuasion," sponsored by the Class and offered for the enjoyment of all reuning classes. These included '26, '36 and '37.
The discussions were moderated by FrankCornwell, and panelists included FritzBeebe, Len Bryant, Ralph Lazarus, SandyBrown, Maury Rapf, Dero Saunders, and Fred Haley. Jerry Spingarn, who was to have participated, was laid low by a flu bug and Hugh Wolff was detained in Washing- ton by a pressing State Department assign- ment.
Details of the principal speeches by General James Gavin and Walter Wanger '15, are reported elsewhere in this issue. Suffice it to say their message was provocative, and the questions posed by our distinguished group of classmate panelists made the session a lively one.
Sandy Brown, now an assistant Dean at gave the group a brief glimpse into the new world of mechanized knowledge. Reference books and libraries are passe, he said. It's all programmed in the computer. Pose a question, press a button, and the computer delivers a print-out - with complete text, if desired!
At noon, the entire gang convened at Picnic Area #3 at Storrs Pond for a genuine New England clambake. Superb steamed clams and lobster, washed down with plenty of beer. A delightful picnic setting, fine food, and convivial company. This alone was worth the trip back to Hanover.
Bill Hands and Gert Smith won the golf tournament. Bill's 38 gave some of us hackers an objective for our next reunion.
With cocktails, the class dinner, and an evening of dancing, Tuesday was the social climax. Bob Naramore regaled the group with his wit as toastmaster. Later, as couples adjourned to College Hall for dancing, Lowell Haas unlimbered his saxophone, sat in with the band, and demonstrated the talent of his Barbary Coast days.
Wednesday morning a beautiful Memorial Service for deceased classmates. Seventy-four have passed on, from the group of 699 downy-faced youngsters who matriculated 35 years ago.
The class meeting, in the new computer center, ended the festivities. Bobb Chaney agreed to continue as class chairman. BusLatimer received a standing ovation for his job as class agent for the past four years, and will be succeeded by Cramp Carrick.
Bill Fitzhugh passed the mantle of class secretary to yours truly. Dero Saunders agreed to edit the Tearbag, with an assist from Reg Bankhart. Reg's work as class secretary and Tearbag editor also brought a standing ovation.
Tom Wilson will continue as bequest chairman, Hall Colton succeeds Dave Williams as treasurer, and Ted Steele and Al Sherwood will continue as co-chairmen of the memorial committee. The class adjourned on the happy note that the Class is solvent, and the memorial fund is building up satisfactorily.
Looking back, it was a glorious three days. Those who missed it should plan on the annual, informal reunion this fall. It's September 23-25, the weekend of the varsity's first game. See you there!
President Dickey speaking at the 1926 class dinner. The painting shown was unveiledat the dinner and was presented to the College by the class as a memorial to Sid Hay-ward '26. A north country hunting scene by Paul Sample, it will hang in the SidHayward Lounge to be created in the remodeled Hanover Inn.
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