1968
May is the month; D-Day is the moment at hand. DEADLINE! Until this very morning, not one single letter had arrived all month. Was I to be forced to ad lib? Should I use the graffiti from then and now on the walls of the gym or Thayer Hall? Then Ken Warner's note arrived to save the day. I therefore present our first guest columnist (a trend?), Mr. Kenneth Warner of New Haven, Conn.:
"DEAR ERIC:
As I have nothing with which to wile away the hours except a Ph.D. thesis, I have to look for ways to keep myself busy. So I am writing to you, which is a way. My thesis—initially a gleam in its father's eye, then a pregnant idea, now a fetus struggling to emerge in an increasingly antagonistic world (When am I going to be rid of those dreadful freudian Dartmouth influences?!)—deals with the diffusion of medical innovation, specifically the chemotherapeutic treatment of leukemia. That may sound like a rather far out topic for a Yale economics dissertation, but it is. The idea is that, for various reasons, I have become fascinated with the world of medical care, and am combining a selfinflicted medical quasi-education with an other-inflicted economics education, to emerge as (ta da ta da) a Medical Economist. One pleasant spin-off of being in this area is that, unlike for many of my colleagues, jobs are (semi) plentiful. (Now if only I was a black female ...) Next year I'll be at the University of Michigan, holding a joint appointment in the School of Public Health and the Institute of Public Policy Studies. I'm excited about going to Ann Arbor, if for no other reason than I've been in New Haven for four years.
Now, so you can chuck in some of the old boldface, geographically I'm following in the steps of Bob Boss who recently departed Ann Arbor for ... elsewhere. (I hear that he's teaching somewhere in New England. Where, Bob?) Ed "T.F." Cohen is doing law in N.Y.C. and living with Lisa in marital bliss and Lynbrook, a suberb. George "T.O." Cobb studies diligently at Havahd. Why, no one knows. Jamie Newton is finishing up his work with the AFSC in California and will start graduate work in September at Stanford. Lee Friedman commutes from New Haven to New York and sometimes back again. Lee is also busting his derriere working on a Ph.D. in economics at Yale, will be a postdoc at Yale's Institution of Social and Policy Studies next year while working for the VERA Institute (or something like that) in the area of the economics of criminal justice. Jed Shapiro, who intentionally charged down the steps of Cutter Hall senior year and jammed his extended fist into the wall, is finishing medical school in preparation for a career as a psychiatrist, which figures. By the way, Jed's apartment-mate at the U. of Maryland Med School is named Hershey Soiled (pronounced "Solid"), and though Hershey was not a classmate of ours, I think that his name deserves boldface letters anyway, if for no other reason. Al Wall, my Dartmouth roommate, is living in (believeit-or-not) Uncasville, Conn., with a much more attractive roomie, his wife Hannah, their son Christopher (who is the world's most beautiful kid) and the imminent arrival of Kid number 2 who, I'm told, will be a daughter. Neill Hirst is finishing up medical school at Tufts and is considering a career in medicine.
Lest you fear a coup in the class column management I shall cease.
I'm looking forward to seeing you and all our classmates at the Class of '68's Superstupendous 7th (Delayed) Reunion in 1984. We'll meet in the Dartmouth College Museum, drape our arms 'round our girdled selves, sing songs of good cheer and feast on a repast of cold beer and dehydrated bat wings. And otherwise have a Time. Gear (wherever it is germane)!
CLASS REUNION JUNE 16-18
Secretary, 11 Pleasant St. Hanover, N. H. 03755
Class Agent, Bldg. 13, Apt. 114, 10 S 710 Lilac Lane Rosewood Ter., Hinsdale, Ill. 60521
