1944
Time magazine deployed their men as carefully as the anti-war protest leaders did their army on that peculiar march to the Pentagon. Time men fitted out in levi's and suede shoes infiltrated the ranks for their coverage, but their Pentagon correspondent, John Mulliken, took up his position on the front steps of the concrete monster awaiting the invasion.
Lt. Col. Dick Paul, who retired from active Army duty last year, and has been working for an M.A. at American University, is now a teacher of Spanish at Culver Military Academy where his late father had been an assistant professor of military science. Dick married the former Barbara Graybill in August of last year. In his 22 years of military service he won the Bronze Star, Commendation Medal, Belgian Croix de Guerre, and Korean Medal for military merit. He was professor of military science at Texas Military School and taught at the Infantry School, Fort Benning, and the School of the Americas, Panama Canal Zone. He was administrator for the State Department of an emergency relief program in the Dominican Republic.
Buff Hills didn't find the results of the Yale game as completely disastrous as the rest of us. Fortunately he now has some divided loyalty. His daughter Lisa (now at Briarcliff) dates that slick Brian Dowling of Yale who perpetrated the rout, and to keep in Lisa's good graces had to applaud the talented scatterback as he tore up the Green defenses.
Buff told me of a horrible experience Chuck Glines had last spring. A group of young Negroes stopped to see if they could assist Chuck with his automobile problem. They pushed him to a service station only to find the operator didn't have the required part. After volunteering to drive him to a parts store, Chuck bought them a tank of gas and off they went. A few blocks away they stopped and the pack of hoods pounced on Chuck. Possibly his resistance intensified the viciousness of their attack, but when the wolf pack was through and had relieved their victim of $8.00, Chuck had a crushed skull, a ruptured spleen, and a leg cleanly broken by a kick. He was hospitalized for over two months.
Buff has a very nice little industrial empire started in the Cleveland area. He took over the Parr Paint a few years ago, pumped it up splendidly and has just acquired a very fine sealant and grease company which fits in beautifully with his long-range plans.
Bob McLaugiiry's son Bruce is a chip off the old block. Still in high school, Bruce is an accomplished flier, a member of the CAP and recently qualified for the internationally recognized F.A.I. And of course, as a skier he's passed the old man now.
A good picture of Yachtsman John Weeks and his attractive family came to my attention. This boating thing is a new venture for the Weekses but one that has captivated the entire crew. A New Canaan-ite, John has forsaken architecture to concentrate on publication of electronic technical information.
Fritz Hier wrote recently inquiring why I don't make a point of getting back to Hanover. By way of pointing out how remiss many of us are in this area, Fritz writes that in the short time he's been back he has seen such erstwhile '44's as the Daleys, Epplys, Eckelses, Campbells, Jenesses, Penberthys, Gardners, Haffenreffers, McElneas, Langs, McLaughrys, Marshalls, Tenneys, Averys, Riesers, etc. ad. Boston Bob put the arm on Fritz to be the 25-reunion yearbook chairman, which is about as pleasant as finding a cottonmouth in your mess kit.
Speaking about Fred "The Flyer" Daley, the Hanover resident recently launched another venture, Northeast Wood Products. Guess what they make? Slaths! Or, to you, scythe handles! There are only two other makers of slaths in the world, and apparently it's a darned good market, particularly export. The white ash found in the Ascutney area is the key ingredient.
Mac McLoud had a peculiar thing befall him. Squatting on the roof of his garage hammering shingles for a few hours, he found his foot was asleep. And it never woke up! He paralyzed the thing and now has to undergo extensive treatment to get it back in operation.
During 1968 you'll be hearing more about our 25th Reunion. It's only a year and a half away, but none too soon for you to make sure where you'll be in June '69.
Secretary, 1109 Center St., Milford, O. 45150
Treasurer, Van Alstyne, Noel and Co. 4 Albany St., New York, N. Y. 10006
