1939
Bob Kaiser reported from Hanover during a heavy snowstorm that the campus with its hundreds of lighted Christmas trees looked like a fairyland and that the ski resort owners were mighty happy (at the moment). His old roomie Bob Field spent an evening with the Kaisers recently. The Fields are keeping comfortable in their 250-year-olhome after having put three children through college.
Dick Brooks, Bob Brown, and Bob Field have now amassed sufficient profits from their Dartmouth wallpaper and fabric business to enable them to tool up for a second institution, West Point. We wonder if their color scheme will be attuned to black knights or long gray lines. Brooksie, if you would only draw some maidens like the ones you did for the Delta Tan Delta basement (now lost to posterity behind new panelling) your stock could go on the Big Board tomorrow.
The University of New Hampshire is conducting an institute in Non-Western history next summer, and who should be on the teaching staff but Prof. David Foster Long of their history department, who will teach American diplomatic history, it says here. Whether America is in the East or the West is not for us to decide in this lowbrow column, but the course starts June 26.
Tom Brooks, while relaxing in an old rocker in his new house in Wellesley, sent us an interesting clipping from the Textile Reporter about a firm named Veeder-Root whose vice president of manufacturing turns out to be our Bill Weber. The firm makes recording and controlling instruments in a brand new plant near Elizabethtown, N. C. Bill was a member of the task force getting this fabulous building into operation. Just for openers, it has air conditioning and FM music everywhere, natural walnut trim finish, carpets on the floor, leather wall fabric, antique brick exterior, and 50 acres landscaped with flowering trees. No smog, either! Bill has been with VeederRoot only since 1963, but he is very long on experience. He was director of manufacturing for Consolidated Electronic Industries and before that manager of manufacturing for the Hotpoint Division of General Electric and before that production manager at Sperry Products, Inc. Although we may have an idea how old he is, his photo indicates a vigorous young chap who gets things done.
Rog Stanwood, who describes himself as "one of the townhouse bunch," lives in downtown Houston while buying natural gas for Transcontinental Pipe Line. They supply gas for Atlanta, Piedmont, North Carolina (but not the mountains, Rog), Philly, New Jersey, and Manhattan. Son Bob is a sophomore at Texas Christian and headed for law, while daughter Allison is making plans to leave the nest for schoolteaching. Rog writes that they enjoy their other house on Lake LBJ north of Austin "where there is a lot of excitement when the President is on the lake." Maybe that says "in the lake," we're not sure, but we do know we like Rog's immortal prose: "Haying done so well with my last blind date, it will be hard to deny our children this opportunity when it arises."
Several guys have written that they hope to make a fall reunion one of these years and most assuredly our fabulous thirtieth, which will have a lot of historical and hysterical goings on.
A letter from Dr. Dick Storrs reveals that he is now head of the department of radiology at St. Vincent's Hospital in Los Angeles. Dick is president this year of the Radiological Society of Southern California and treasurer of the Los Angeles Radiological Society. Modestly, he thinks his family responsibilities "are only beginning to be staggering, and will be worse, as I got a late start with children, my oldest being 16 and youngest 8." Steady at the helm, boy.
We saw an obituary this month for Bud Blunt's father, who passed away in Florida after a long and distinguished career which included 50 years of active service with the Boy Scouts of America.
Bob Dickgiesser, a genuine pillar of his community, was recently appointed to the Board of Finance in Woodbridge, ConnHaving served as a member of the Amity Regional Board of Education for six years, Bob is vice president of the Conn. AAA Motor Club, past president of Racebrook Country Club, and proud father of five healthy-looking children.
Did you gals see the wonderful article on the New York Times food page about the chow at the Mike Ellis house and the stunning photo of Mrs. Mike Ellis in her kitchen? They live in an old stone and clapboard house, part of which dates from 1740, near New Hope, Pa. One day, about a year ago, the kitchen began to sink, and as everything groaned and buckled, it seemed a good time to do the kitchen over. They redesigned the whole thing with a blend of modern equipment, old brick, wood cabinets, and gleaming copper and then took off for Europe where the whole family got interested in foreign foods. When sons Gordon (a freshman at Dartmouth) and Thomas (sophomore at Winchendon School) were home for Christmas, their favorite breakfast was individual omelets filled with Smithfield ham and served with popovers. "Gordon tried to gain twelve pounds for athletics by eating every meal at home all through the holidays," Mrs. Ellis said, her green eyes twinkling.
George Boswell writes from Paris that they have a very active Dartmouth Club in town. He complains that he never sees classmates, even when he goes skiing at Zermatt. Now if you gourmets really want some French cooking, why not give George a ring?
Colby Cogswell has been chaplain to students and families and administrative associate to the dean at the Episcopal Theological School in Berkeley, Calif., since last April, according to a note received from good wife Anne. In our ignorance, we better not make cracks about Berkeley, but we sure would appreciate a bit of enlightenment on what goes on out there, Colby.
Speaking of churches, your humble secretary is senior warden of a little mountain church, and it will be our privilege to have the Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church here again as our minister for the month of July.
A sad state of affairs was summed up well by Russ Fette in a late fall letter. "My boy Rusty is a senior in high school and would like to get him into Dartmouth if he can make it, but I am afraid he takes after his father, and things are harder these days." You lucky Dartmouth fathers should rejoice in your blessings.
And that shrewdest Swiss of them all, Dick Brooks, writes, "If you're over, come ski with me in Crans-sur-Sierre. I find we're not too old yet!"
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