HONORARY DEGREE CITATIONS

Few men get what they want three times over but if it be true that you graduated from college wanting to be a college president, you surely hit the jackpot with three presidencies before your thirtieth reunion, not to dwell on a Reed M.A., a Columbia Ph.D., four teaching positions, and several stops at administrative service stations en route. With such a case history you cannot hope for an early parole as an "accidental offender" and for that all of us in education who care greatly about the company we keep are thankful. We look to you as a professional who loves learning as only amateurs love anything and we count on you as a leader of graduate studies who believes from the inside out in the power of liberal learning to liberate and in the rightful need of an undergraduate for a full-bodied college life in which he can put down the roots of the man he hopes to be. Your Dartmouth roots go back to a father, Class of 1899, who gloried in making teaching enjoyable, to your own undergraduate career that embraced the track team, the leadership of a fraternity, the Glee Club, the D.O.C., even the Carnival Committee, and, of course, Phi Beta Kappa. These roots will go even deeper into Dartmouth life as the living memorial to your son, Joel, Class of 1966, witnesses for Dartmouth men what was and what might have been his part in the best that is Dartmouth. May this honorary Doctorate of Laws witness Dartmouth's abiding debt to you.

You personify the faith that the proper business of the Republic is good government, and that good government is a high calling, not merely a beneficent interlude between political rascalities. To prove the power of your faith you even once reversed the normal academic procession by resigning the executive directorship of the Civil Service Commission under President Eisenhower to serve your alma mater, Wesleyan, albeit, of course, only to return to Washington with President Kennedy as top patron saint of two and a half million Federal workers. It was no mere coincidence that you, the first head of the Civil Service Commission to enter government as an intern from college, should be the prime mover under three Presidents in transforming the Commission from an essentially passive, protective agency to the powerful, positive force it is today for the recruitment and development of first-quality people from top to bottom in the public service. And at the very top you have been privileged to serve the American Presidency as it has never been served before in a ceaseless, systematic talent search to replenish the leadership daily devoured by even the most enlightened democratic process. Dartmouth, the alma mater of an earlier Civil Service patron saint, the late Professor Leonard D. White, Class of 1914, takes especial satisfaction in enrolling you in her fellowship as Doctor of Laws, honoris causa.

Although you enjoy one of the rarest of distinctions — an eminence that repels adjectives, you cannot escape having it said, at least here, that in our time you have been the great liberator of American culture. It is not that your name dominates the card catalogues of any library, or appears in the credit lines of art, music, theater or science. Your name is no stranger to the inner record in any of these, but the great liberation you have worked has been the liberation of others to do their best. You have not merely opened the door for thousands of individual entrepreneurs of the mind and spirit, for countless others you illumine the way — the human way — with a nod of the head, the twinkle or chill of an eye as the need may be, or through a formal report whose penetrating insights put Superman's X-ray vision to shame. For many years your courage as well as your convictions stood as almost a one-man answer to those who viewed the private foundation as the citadel of Philistines. And then when at long last the question was seriously asked in Washington what can the Government do for the humanities, the immediate answer, of course, was — "Moe." It is Dartmouth's privilege to award you her highest honor, the Doctorate of Laws, honoris causa.

In 1946, long before "Roses" became the object of your affection, you were a good judge of late bloomers, Class of 1950 variety. You, of course, shared that early prescience with the director of admissions, but he after all had only to follow the script you wrote which said straight out, "I have the stuff to reach my goal." The next four years of that script produced a small Dartmouth classic: aroused in English I by John Finch, launched as a playwright under Bradlee Watson, introduced to the theater by Henry Williams and Warner Bentley, winner of two Eleanor Frost Playwriting Awards with eight Dartmouth plays produced, a Dixieland trumpeter, Editor of The Dartmouth, a magna cumlaude graduate, and later on, of all things, classmates Featherstone and Fink to your rescue in the role of angels. Whether written for television, motion pictures or your own true church, the theater, your words create an art that takes others to the heart of things because you were there first. May all that up to now has been so good and justly judged the best, in your good time be revealed as only the first act of a script that enriches the repertory of a theater that is never dark. Dartmouth is proud beyond graceful saying to have a son return so soon as an acknowledged Doctor of Letters, honoriscausa.

If Homer could have written your Harvard Odyssey the world might have been spared Stover at Yale. Thirteen athletic awards in four intercollegiate sports all but overshadowed a Phi Beta Kappa performance and personal qualities that thirty years after your M.D. from Johns Hopkins have made you one of the world's most respected men of medicine and a member of the National Academy of Sciences. Whether as a counsellor in affairs, a teacher at the bedside, or a laboratory researcher in experimental pneumonia, antibacterial chemotherapy or the nature of fever, you are always ready to go the second mile whatever the weather, however steep the grade. And when wisdom is at issue, let those who would minister to medical education today read the prophetic diagnoses and prescriptions you have been writing for a decade. Of you as of few others it can truly be said: All this — and humility too." In the finest sense of your profession you, Barry Wood, are the complete physician. For service to humankind everywhere and for the staunch shoulder of guidance and encouragement on which we here have leaned, Dartmouth gratefully awards to you her Doctorate of Science, honoris causa.

The eastward orientation of your down-east birth in Maine took a deliberate forty-seven years to assert itself, but when it did it took you all the way and you stayed: the Philippines, Japan, the China of both Shanghai and Taiwan, and now the international limbo of Okinawa. Graduated from Dartmouth in the justly famed Class of 1921, you committed the first twenty-five years of your career to the business world of banking and insurance before realizing that a Christian mission in China, was, as you put it to yourself, "the chance of a lifetime to do something in which there was absolutely nothing in it for me other than satisfaction." Going back to school in Shanghai at fifty, followed by ordination there in the Episcopal ministry, opened the way for you and your wife to a life of literally limitless reaching out to others Your satisfaction, as you foresaw, has been in the lives you touched, often as it must have seemed, with more second effort than the Lord ought to expect, even from a former insurance man. After your religion and your family, the joy of your life has been your College and the sustaining fellowship of classmates. Dartmouth witnesses the satisfaction she knows through such a son with the award to you of her Doctorate of Divinity, honoris causa.

You can say with happy remembering, I worked with many men but served one master, music. A graduate of two conservatories, Tarkio and Oberlin, a student of composition at Harvard and of the organ in Paris and elsewhere, for sixty years you have been a devoted subject of that "King of instruments" while as composer, arranger and conductor you added to music's domain over one hundred published compositions and arrangements. You served this College as teacher for twelve years and as director of a Glee Club that won two intercollegiate championships; and yet for the men of Dartmouth all else is as nothing as against the truth that thanks to that happiest combination of college song, Franklin McDuffee's lyrics and your composition, there is music "for our singing" that, like Dartmouth, is "miraculously builded in our hearts." In gratitude to you and in honored memory of the poet whose Dartmouth Undying you bound in the beauty of sound, Dartmouth awards you her honorary Doctorate of Humane Letters.

Louis TOMLINSON BENEZET '36president, Claremont Graduate School and University CenterDOCTOR OF LAWS

JOHN WILLIAMS MACY JR.Chairman, United States Civil Service CommissionDOCTOR OF LAWS

HENRY ALLEN MOE Former President, John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation; Chairman, National Endowment for the HumanitiesDOCTOR OF LAWS

FRANK DANIEL GILROY '50 Playwright; Author of "The Subject Was Roses"; 1965 Recipient of the Pulitzer Prize for Drama DOCTOR OF LETTERS

WILLIAM BARRY WOOD JR. Professor of Microbiology, Director of the Department ofMicrobiology, Johns Hopkins School of Medicine DOCTOR OF SCIENCE

CHARLES PACKARD GILSON '21 Episcopal Bishop of Okinawa DOCTOR OF DIVINITY

HOMER P. WHITFORD Composer-Arranger; Organist-Director, First Church in Chestnut Hill, Mass. DOCTOR OF HUMANE LETTERS