1937

It's hard to understand where time goes. Now they tell us we're in Tet, year of the goat. All too soon it will be Toot, year of elephants and donkeys braying around the land.

Before we get into the news this month there's something we've had on our mind. As a measure toward self-re-education in current doings of classmates we have digested Bill Rotch's 25 Year Book. If anyone neglected this work of art it is real worthwhile, lacking, albeit, some histories on fellows who never replied to Bill's exhortations. We should like to point out a few things. Noteworthy is the number who continue avidly to ski but hasten to credit their youngsters with better form and speed. Also the number interested in boating, you'll find everything from Sailfish to a 50-foot Chris Craft - and speaking of Sailfish they're made by Cortlandt Heyniger's Alcort, Inc., in Waterbury, Conn.

For human interest there's Bob Knapp's soul-satisfying escape years ago to North Conway, N. H., as owner of Birchmont, an Inn - or Bob Kirstein's witty history ending up in California with Philles Records, Inc. — or Dick MacCornack's frustrations as an army flight instructor (WW2) who, due to unexplainable regulations, performed the role of a commissioned officer while maintaining a permanent rank of private.

For chronic complainers on Dartmouth's admission policies or those with potential applicants Don MacKinlay's article on page 125 answers questions while presenting highly illuminating comparative statistics 1937 versus 1965. You can use this to point out to your irritated friends whose sons missed out (and you a personal friend of Eddie Chamberlain!) that Dartmouth's objectivity in choice of candidates still holds second to none.

Take Bill Sayre's poignant paragraph that speaks for many of us, or Jack Sheffield's saga on personal survival through four dimensional adversity. Jack Umpleby writes simply "You would not believe what I wrote even if I did" which leaves an enormous amount of room for speculation.

Among the excellent essays furnished by various classmates is one gem steeped in nostalgia for those of our time - Bud Butterworth's "A View from the Bridge." This flve-minute reading will whisk you back 30 years and leave you staring out the window with moist eyes, just beautiful, try it, page 15.

We don't remember in the throes and excitement of our 25th reunion just what was said or not said by way of thanks to Bill Rofch for this monumental endeavor that must have absorbed a vast amount of his time and organization. It's as complete as humanly possible under circumstances where only personal solicitation could approach 100% inclusion making this book purely a labor of love and dedication. At the time of the passing of the reins Bill said he had some of these books left over so if you want one, write him at The Cabinet Press, Milford, N. H. It must have been said before but hear it again - many thanks, Bill, for an outstanding contribution to our class.

Now for news. Bill Timbers was principal speaker in January at the Elk's Club in New Haven honoring the retirement of an FBI special agent. Our postcards continue to dribble back: Jim Otis says, "Busy teaching 9th grade Earth Science in South Portland (Me.) High School and Physical Science to some upper classmen. Am president of a local mineral club and treasurer/manager of the city employees' credit union ($200,000 assets). Wife, Helen, does most of the book work but we are kept busy with phone calls any time of day, every day. The office is in our house. Having gone into teaching seven years ago our living habits changed considerably, at first money-wise, but that's not so bad now. We see brother Don quite often these days."

Jim Humphrey checks in from Great Falls, Mont., "Still doing farm management work, mostly wheat land. Plan to go back to Hanover when Jim graduates this spring. The high price of range land makes it difficult for cattle ranchers to buy back their places from the government when that time rolls around. We may hike the 13 miles from Waterton Lake to Bowman Lake this summer in Glacier Park. The government now has a half million hikers' lodge at the south end of Waterton." And from Bob Bryan, "Been with Dupont's Dacron Technical Division for the last 14 years. Bob Jr. has just completed three years in the Army and returning to U. of North Carolina for his degree. Son, Blay, graduated from Hampden-Sydney '66, married last August and now in law school U. of Richmond. Daughter, Elizabeth Scott, high school senior, hoping for Mary Baldwin College. Wife Beppy, Bob, and I drove around Europe for six weeks in 1965. That's not long enough, too much to see, but we got a sample. Got north for a visit in Stowe and the Princeton game last fall."

Elsewhere, if published, is a group picture of our class's contribution to the medical profession as snitched from Dr. John Herman's album. It was taken behind the medical school building, all in their rubber lab aprons. Ruth and Doug Batman along with yours truly spent an engaging evening this week with magnifying glasses getting names and faces in order.

And now it's that time of year when the Alumni Fund comes calling. Without going into details or hysterics our participation, as a class, has been strictly low-tide through recent years. You'll be hearing from various assistant agents and Rog Allen but Boz and the committee sense a new feeling of class solidarity getting underway already evidenced by helpful suggestions and general response. Fred Asher in his initial year as class agent has been preparing for the drive for months so when your mailing piece arrives from the College send it in early and remember that we need lots of dollars AND donors. Let's get with it, man, with dual carbs, twin pipes, four on the floor, double last year and

JOIN THE '37 REBELLION THE ALUMNI FUND WANTS YOU

Secretary, 10 Colby Rd., Wellesley, Mass. 02181

Class Agent, 405 Moraine Rd., Highland Park, Ill. 60035