1923

As of January 1 I had received 220 of the return post cards from which I am hoping to assemble an interim class directory. I have recent, probably correct, addresses from a number of others who have not yet returned the card. I do need to hear from about one hundred more men however before it will be possible to put together a worthwhile address list. All the card requested was your present mailing address and your business status. If you have lost it or didn't get it, won't you please send me the necessary data promptly? My alternative is to ask Jim Broe and a few other faithfuls to undertake a lot of expensive telephone calls or find some other means of completing the record.

Thanks to Paul McKown and Dick Kershaw I have been able to put together a fairly complete report on Monk Keith's activities during the latter part of 1969.

Monk's travels have taken him to Peru for the wedding of one of his 13 grandchildren, from there to Salvador both before and after their war with Honduras, to Washington for the International Monetary Fund sessions, a delightful visit to Williamsburg and from there to Mexico as an observer at an Interpol meeting on counterfeit money. Shortly thereafter Lasca Airlines of which Monk is a director bought a new BAC 1-11 jet and he and two grandsons, 19 and 17, accompanied by several Costa Rican dignitaries, flew the plane home via Iceland, Greenland, Labrador, Toronto, and Miami. Monk reports: "My only weak moment was taking the two grandsons and staying in the same room with them at the London Hilton. I'd hit the hay at midnight and they would show up around 4 a.m. after making the rounds of the discotheques."

Paul McKown who has done a bit of recent traveling himself, including a trip to Tahiti and Samoa and three months in Africa, took off with Priscilla in January for a tour of the South Pacific. Again they will be searching out exotic additions to their shell collection. On the African tour Paul brought up a giant clam off the coast of Tanzania, a substantial contribution to any collection.

Jim Hennessy is back at his practice in Hartford after a two months' voluntary tour of service aboard the hospital ship "S.S. Hope" in Tunis, Tunisia.

It has been four years since news of JohnAllen appeared in this column. We are most happy therefore to pass along the following statistical data: "The only news from this quarter is to quote from Henry Higgins of My Fair Lady - 'I'm still breathing out and breathing in' - blood pressure 135 over 80; weight 150 (exactly my weight when I was in college); hemoglobin 15.1; cholesterol 197; chest x-ray negative; EKG — no change since 1965; sex potential zero - which equates with opportunities."

As don't we all, John goes on as follows to reminisce about the Hanover of our freshman year: "Fifty years ago this month was our first December in Hanover, first Christmas vacation, nearing the end of first semester. The Ivy League hadn't even been named as such." And I can't help but add that fifty years ago as you read this we were exposed to our first Winter Carnival. Ah me!

Fred Davis' recent letter brings us full cycle from late 1968 to date. He and Betty spent both Christmas holidays in Wisconsin with their daughter, where it was "colder than a billy goat." In February there was a fine month in St. Croix with Dot and BillBlake. This was followed by stops at Sea Island, Lake Sunapee, N.H„ and Scituate, Mass., and a south Jersey visit with the JackMyers. Fred says to tell Irish he'll see him in Capistrano - oops - Delray, in the spring.

From Brooks and Dyna Palmer: We are trying to get together loose ends et al. so we can at last get out of the cold to our apartment in Boca Raton - just south of Delray - which we've owned for two years, and there it is and we are here." Brooks' two classics on American clocks are going into still further multiple printings and he and Dyna have been collaborating on a book on watches.

Our travel time to Hanover has been reduced to an hour and a quarter thanks to Interstate 89 - a beautiful drive if I ever saw one. On December 13 we joined TrumanMetzel, Frank Doten, Chet Bixby, Lou Wilcox, Bud Freeman, and Charlie Rice for a fine Inn luncheon, cum martinis. The occasion was the 200th anniversary of the granting of the College's charter. We regretted missing several others of the 1923 Fratres In Urbe who were in other parts but we had a fine mini-reunion.

I've had a very sweet letter from FrankHeep's widow, Helen, re the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. She says in part: "I hope to be able to see my grandson enter Dartmouth in 1975 to carry on the family tradition; Frank 1923, Bill 1928, and young Bill 1966 all matriculated at Dartmouth. My gratitude to the alumni who were so kind to me in the past and my best wishes for the future."

From Larry Eager comes word that JackTaylor and his son Dave Taylor '50 were co-hosts at a recent reception honoring Josef Krips, the popular conductor of the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra. Jack was on the board of the Buffalo Symphony while Maestro Krips was that city's conductor before coming to San Francisco. Young Dave has been very active in San Francisco alumni affairs.

Pete and Peg Jones left on January 7 for Hope Town, Abaco, Bahamas. There is only one phone on the island, few cars or trucks, but nice people, boats and salt water all around. Pete will return home for a short visit in mid-February. Meanwhile he is hoping the 50th reunion plans for the projected Class Book will be firmed up. The suggested questionnaire which will provide the basic information for the book is in the process of refinement and you will be hearing soon from the committee which is guiding its destiny.

When one retires one surrenders not only much of whatever status he may have acquired but he also must relinquish his secretary a sad parting indeed! This is a fact of life that is plaguing many of us. I have no pat antidote unless perhaps one has been fortunate enough to have acquired a wife who was herself a secretary or who can conjure up those long-ago days when she patronized Katy Gibbs in the fond hope of entering the business world with a head start. I find myself in this latter happy category. If at this late date one can persuade her to resume some of her ancient skills one is indeed fortunate. I am of these chosen few. When it comes time to dispatch these deathless paragraphs I owe much to Connie who not only can spell but who can put these notes into reasonably legible form.

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