1914
Snow - Snow - ? - Snow!
The curfew's tolled the knell of snow-blitzed day; The howling gale's dumped tons of white about; And, looking at our drive, we ask: "Now howinell do we get out?" Oh, Henry Stanley's ploughed, all right, So Farwell Lane is passing clear, But since the roaring, screeching night Our driveway's down two yards - or near! Yep, winter is the poet's delight; And, "Great - let's go!," the skiers shout, But we just damn that piled up white And pray that June will let us out!
Theophilus Gray Thaw E. Pitchford, N. H.
So we struggled through the snow up to the mail box to deposit congratulations and best wishes to these young men who were born in February: Barsaloux, Burleigh, Dillingham, Crandall, DeWitt, Gilbert, Griffith, Harrison, Howe, Kittridge, McDonough, Marceau, Overton, Shields, Smith, and Stillman. Many happy returns and good health to all of you!
At long last—and the wait was well worth it — we have a good letter from our old friend Ben Quarles in Washington. Ben has had a serious session in the hospital within the past year, but now, in his 12th year of retirement, he is well and spending a good deal of his time in reading and fishing. He usually spends his winters in the Florida Keys where the fishing is good. Ben's daughter is a physician with the Veteran's Administration and his son-in-law is a lawyer. Ben says that their little daughter is the crowning experience of his life. His philosophy - and it seems like a sane one is "not to get too involved physically or mentally, to know the past, keep informed about the present, and not to worry too much about the future."
We have just learned of the death of George Webster in Tucson, Ariz. George was a loyal member of 1914 and will be remembered among those quiet, able men on the campus. His widow, his son, and a married daughter survive. An obituary notice will appear in this or a subsequent issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE.
Our friend Jim Hawley - that fellow who reads, writes, studies, flies, and photographs has - been all over the country visiting friends, digging up historical spots, and getting ready for more lectures on covered bridges, etc., etc. His last trip took him over 3,000 miles in 19 days. The lad doesn't linger.
From Bridgeville, Pa., elongated "String"Howe reports a painful visit to the surgical ward of the hospital. But he's all right now except for the usual pain and anguish of recovering from a rather serious operation.
It now develops that Mart and Kath Remsen have been lured on to a cruise in southern waters. Kath and Mart were elected honorary captains of the Matson Line having logged over 18,000 miles on Matson boats.
I am about to apologize for the only error I ever made in my life! In the December issue I stated that Eddie Elkins was retired. He replies, "If you think that working from 7:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. five days a week is retirement, you better buy yourself a new dictionary." All right, Eddie, I'm sorry and I give you full permission to go back to work.
There are many advantages to the Christmas season and among them we rate most highly the greetings from Al Richmond. This year Al's son, Jonathan, and daughter, Marcia, announced on July 4 that they were each going to be married. So, Marcia married Bob Fosberg and Jonathan married Ann Tucker. And the whole thing is sort of a pharmaceutical merger because Bob Fosberg is with Merck, Sharpe and Dohme, while Jonathan's wife, Ann, is a research pharmacologist with Smith, Kline, and French. Incidentally, Marcia's wedding took place in the South Norwalk Congregational Church where Al and Adele were married 31 years ago.
The Boston Herald photograph in December doesn't do our Sig Larinon much credit, but the accompanying story gives credit to Sig for speaking at the Algonquin Club in Boston at a dinner of the Mass. Council on Crime and Delinquincy. Sig, as you know, is president of the National Council.
We learn that Ed Leech has been made Associate Professor Emeritus of Nichols College in Dudley, Mass. Ed's been associated with this well-known school, after extensive business experience, since 1947 as Dean of Students and Chairman of the Marketing department. He still is an important member of the Dudley community.
We have at last discovered why the proclaimed tennis match at our 50th Reunion between Win Webber and Win Snow did not take place. It seems that three days before our 50th, Webber was laid low and was unable to attend, so the match has been postponed to our 55th Reunion. And it's promised that the horrendous Lawfords that Webber used to shoot over the nets are undiminished in speed and twist. He's still self-employed, selling custom-tailored suits, walkie-talkies, and following the sun all over the country.
It's a most intriguing photograph of grandchildren kindly sent to us by Rockyand Mary Flanders down in Bermuda - ten grandchildren and all of them beautiful! But, of course, most grandchildren are beautiful and it looks very much as if some of these are on their way to Dartmouth. Let's hope.
Rufe Sisson - the paper-master of Potsdam, N. Y., and a trustee of Clarkson College— writes that Clarkson is a "great collegiate hockey center. We bring our boys up on skates and we don't teach them to play that 'sissy game' called basketball." Well, we remember a Dartmouth basketball player from Potsdam, N. Y., whose opponents certainly did not consider him a sissy - and neither did anybody else.
We have just learned that "Ded" Colby died several months ago in Omaha - and we regret sincerely that we were not told sooner of this loss.
Dud bore a name long honored in New Hampshire history - a lustre he increased through his business career, his family life and his civic activities.
We extend to his daughter Elizabeth, son Norman and their families our understanding sympathy. An obituary notice will appear later in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE.
This Christmas season has shown the desirability of some sort of clearing house for mail from one classmate to another. It has been my pleasure to forward several letters for men who have lost the addresses of classmates. So, if the occasion arises, please don't hesitate to ask me for the address of a classmate or widow or even ask me to forward it for you. I'll be very glad indeed to help.
Secretary, Farwell Lane, New London, N. H.
Palmer National Bank, Palmer, Mass. 01069 Treasurer,
Bequest Chairman,
