1932

Marv Chandler, on whom honors fall as the gentle rain on the place beneath, received a Civic Award from Loyola University of Chicago on its recent Founders' Day, "for outstanding civic leadership in numerous educational, business, and philanthropic organizations."

It is a long time since Marv deserted these parts, but he is still missed. Not only was he a prime generator of class esprit in and about New York in the early years after graduation; if memory serves, it was in the winter of 1932-33 that he organized, and thereafter headed and sparkplugged, the Dartmouth Ski Club of New York - a fine organization long since defunct but in its day the sponsor of many a goodly gathering on the ski trains that took off from a Sunday dawn thundering over Grand Central to Bousquet's in Pittsfield, and of happily recalled weekends at Jug End Barn and such.

To our postcarded question as to what's new, Charlie Boak, textbook editor of Charles Scribner's Sons, New York, replies: "I'm older." With reference to our subsequent queries - how are you and what do you think of the world, universe, and local situations - he responds, respectively, "Terrible, awful, remarkable, and terrible," and continues: "I've given up swearing since it doesn't help. I've given up drinking because it keeps me awake, and I've given up smoking because it hastens my departure from life, which, under the circumstances, is illogical."

From ludge Milton Alpert, Court of Claims, State of New York, Albany, comes a letter in which hizzoner, nearing the end of his second year in the judiciary, reflects on the life of a judge. It is, he says, somewhat lonesome, which is hard to get used to not only in trial and decision-making work, but also socially. He occasionally holds court in Albany, but more frequently rides circuit around the state, his wife often going along. Back in Albany to write decisions, but to make time for this work some of it must be done in the evenings while on the circuit. Milt, who was affirmed in that one of his appealed cases that he considered most significant, sums up thus to his fellow lawyers: "I.do recommend a judicial career to round things out from here on in. if they want a change of pace and some real challenges by way of hard decision-making - and also the joy of occasionally being able to read in the law report books a significant decision that you have made." Son Bruce, Dartmouth summa cum laude '69, and wife are in Baltimore, where he is studying medicine at lohns Hopkins; daughter Helen and husband live in Boston. Milt and his wife greatly enjoyed a Scandinavian sojourn last summer, and were off to Spain for a week when he wrote.

The revival of "The Front Page," with Bob Ryan in the classic role of managing editor Walter Burns, that was such a spectacular New York hit during its brief run last spring came back in October to another set of rave reviews. Said Times critic Clive Barns of our classmate's performance: "Robert Ryan as the rascally Walter Burns goes from strength to strength. He is marvelous."

A sad note from Jildo Cappio: "Dear Joe - Sorry to report that my wife Anne died on Oct. 8. She loved Dartmouth. We attended every reunion and countless football games. One of Jier proudest days was the day our son Jim graduated in '63. Yours - Cap." To Cap, Jim, and the other members of the family go the Class's deep sympathy.

A card from Dr. Fritz Browning of Truro, Mass.:

Still working at the Medical Center and watching it grow. I am endeavoring to get Secretary Finch of H. E. W. interested in the physician in private practice and to commit himself with respect to how he stands on the government control of medicine. Still married to Helen. Three children married with four grandsons and five granddaughters. Heidi still single and a senior at Wheaton. Take a trip to the outer Cape and stop in.

And from Ben Cowden in Honolulu:

I am still working at the Naval Air Station, Barbers Point, but plan to retire in a year. Hawaii is still a great place, but smog and traffic congestion are problems. Also a problem to keep my teenagers in school when the surf is high.

Good to hear from Clare Farr, who somewhere along the line left us for M.I.T. He writes from Reed's Ferry, N. H., to tell of a West Coast trip he and his wife made recently to visit their two boys and families. "We flew into Yakima, Wash., and were met by Chuck (Cunningham) Housel who drove us to his home in Prosser where we had a most pleasant overnight visit with him and his family. Chuck is a school principal and and except for a little change in his hair pigment, looks and sounds like our Tennessee boy of 59 Wheeler Hall."

Second-thoughting our last month's column, it was the John Palmers of Allen Park, Mich., who should have gotten the palm for traveling the longest distance to the Holy Cross game. And inadvertently we omitted the name of Jay Whitehair as one of those in Hanover that weekend.

Sitting here we got to thinking of how, some years back, we excited the sociologist in that other poet-sociologist - other, that is, than Emperor Hirohito - who would be Reuel Denney (and by the way, when will this column hear from the sage of Kalakaua Avenue?) by recalling that in our undergraduate days Ernest Martin Hopkins once stated that each college class tends to produce individuals of distinction in some particular area of endeavor, rather than in a cross-section of fields (or as Reuel played it back to us in question form, "Do the aspirations or the excellences of a given class tend to concentrate in a particular field or toward a particular challenge?") This got us on the question of where the particular excellences of the Class of '32 have tended to manifest themselves. Reuel was going to run it through the computer at the U. of Chicago, but if he came up with anything, we never heard. By now we have our own definite ideas as to the answer, but we'd like first to hear what you-uns think.

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