1922
'22s Great and Glorious Fiftieth Reunion is ready to blossom, June 9, 10, 11. The 200 or more of the class family who will attend want you with them in Hanover. A heartwarming welcome awaits you and, Set's face it, there is no replay to a Fiftieth Reunion. Come back and renew your oldest friendships. Even now it is not too late to let Ike Miller know you will be with us. A card or note to Gen. Walter I. Miller 203 Crosby Hall, Hanover, N. H. 03755, will do it, but it's now or never.
Incidentally, does any Twoter have a copy of the class picture taken at our Fifth Reunion in 1927? We have all our other reunion pictures, but we need the Fifth to complete our rogues' gallery for the Fiftieth. Therefore, if you have such a picture, please let the secretary borrow it for June 9, 10, 11. But this is merely minor; what we really want at our Fiftieth is you and every other classmate.
Dr. Wilmer W .Angell, one of our 14 M.D.s in '22, has retired from active practice- After receiving his M.D. from Harvard in 1926, Bill followed in the footsteps of his father, Dr. Frank C. Angell. Bill's son, David '51, also did likewise and is now a physician in Eau Claire, Wis. After 44 years of medicine and surgery, Bill no longer retains his chief of staff duties at the White River Valley Clinic, Randolph, Vt., but he does assist other surgeons in the operating room at the Gifford Memorial Hospital. The Class wishes the best of years to Bill and Margaret.
The other 13 M.D.s in '22, as we approach our Fiftieth, are Gaylord Anderson, Bob Bradish, Ed Crampton, Norm Crane, Doc Hallett, Clyde Jensen, John McKoan, Ray Millemann, Markey Pullen, David Rivo, Ted Robie, George Sackett and Dick Stetson. The Class through the years had 19 physicians; our departed M.D.s were Ed Feeley, Nick Giorgio, Egon Kattwinkel, Wally Shipton and Sam Sparhawk.
Fifty-three years ago this merry month of May, '22 had its memorable FreshmenSophomore picture contest. Remember the set-tos, the chases, the escapes, the road blocks, the innumerable barbed wire fences, and the captivity in the Phi Sig barn? (At Reunion how about organizing an alumni chapter of those who spent the night in the barn?)
Harvey Moses brings it all back in the copy of an old letter which he wrote at the time to some friends and which at our request he has kindly loaned. The priceless letter, however, runs close to 1,000 words—an awful lot for a future lawyer and banker to put in writing under any circumstances —so, much as it merits no deletion, some excerpting, abbreviating, and even mutilating has been committed. But, with both apologies and thanks to Harvey, it follows in part.
"Being a True Account of What happened to Me during Picture Week: Sworn and Witnessed to on May 19, 1919 A.D. by my Partners in the Misery. We the Undersigned affirm and attest to the Validity of this Document. Witnesses: Clifford B. Orr, James S. Maze.
"The Freshmen-Sophomore picture fight began on Wednesday, the 15th. (May 1.919). Our Freshman strategy was to disperse to widely scattered points and to converge later at Hanover High School for the picture. The Sophomore objective was to prevent a minimum of 200 Freshmen from appearing in the picture.
"After rambling three miles thru briers and undergrowth another classmate and I reached a rendezvous and joined ten Freshmen there. In early afternoon, marauding Sophs suddenly set upon us and we scattered. After seeking various hiding places, I finally climbed a pine tree and tried to resemble a bird's nest. The ruse almost succeeded until a Soph happened to
cast his eyes on high and shouted "For God's sake, look up there." The Sophs , captured five of us, took .us back to Hanover and sent us down to roll the track. We rebelled and escaped. The seemingly sympathetic janitor of New Hampshire Hall let me into the basement, but he did not keep his sympathy sufficiently secret and to avoid detection I had to hide in puddles under some benches. I stayed in the basement until midnight when I crept steathily out and climbed six board and barbed wire fences—by actual count. Some Sophs chased me, but I escaped by curling up on a stoop and camouflaging as a doormat. I then made my way back to the dorm (Middle Mass—our Fiftiety Reunion Headquarters, June 9, 10, 11, 1972). After climbing four stories on the fire escape, I went down on a rope to another room to let out a Freshman the Sophs had tied up there. I next went down the fire escape and over near the high school where I climbed a tree and watched the Sophs capturing prisoners. I saw that no picture of 200 Freshmen was going to be taken that night so, via the graveyard and the friendly fire escape, I returned to my room and went to bed at 2:30 A.M. Thus ended the first day of the picture fight."
You, of course, remember it well. So, tune to this column next month for the conclusion of this drama when our whole world was young and gay in those good days.
The Class sadly lost G. Livingston(Pop) Clewell in January. An obituary will appear in this issue or later.
Madelaine, wife of Clif Watson, writes: "Dear Class of 1922, I have always felt that the addition of a book to any library is a very thoughtful memorial. And now Clif Watson's family is especially grateful that a book bearing his nameplate has been given to the Dartmouth College Library. The College and the Class of 1922 added much significance and pleasure to his life. May you have a delightful and at the same time a meaningful reunion."
The Class eagerly hopes to welcomeyou June 9, 10, 11.
Secretary, 11 Brockway Rd. Hanover, N. H. 03755
Class Agent, Hancock, N. H. 03449
