1970

Spring '72: I just discovered yesterday that some fellows are headed for the moon—same outfit that's on the Haiphong milk run, I think. Alumni Fund notices aren't stirring quite the irritation in me this year, perhaps because the President now lays it on the line and nobody plays misty for me. Just received a fraternity newsletter reporting ye olde lodge in good shape; can't quite decide whether that's good or bad. But at least there's a good deal of news blowing in the wind this month ...

Among the living, Mark Glovsky: "Just a short note to let my '70 friends know I'm well and doing fine in my second year at B.C. Law School.... My wife Polly and I were delighted to get a chance to re-union with old friends from the Carnival weekend, among them Peter Bryant and KevinCunningham," who picked his pocket for the Alumni Fund, we trust.

Following, a memo from Chip O'Brien, which recently blew through my mail slot re: "... a quick note to let you know what I'm doing and what my plans are. I'm completing my final year at Chicago Business—a good thing to be done with. Upon graduation I will begin operating a Carvel Ice Cream franchise that I recently purchased in Hoboken, N. J." (Now friends, I think that's straight!) "I feel that it's an excellent opportunity to get to know business at the grass-roots level ..." (no grass in Hoboken, Obby) "... as well as a great chance to make some money. So, I am very excited at this prospect and it will be very good to get back to the East."

From Ann Arbor, Mich., an interesting query: "Are you so desperate to fill the column that you need fictional characters for filler material?" Actually, no, as you can see if you check the March column; but in this case I'll make an exception, the storybook life of David Noyes, innocent country bumpkin: "After graduating from Dartmouth I managed to get out of the wilds of New Hampshire and saw how the city folk live. I decided to get my M.B.A. at the University of Michigan (I'll be graduating in May), and spent my sum- mers as a management trainee at the First National Bank of Boston. I have since decided to work there full time, as the city life seems to appeal even to an Emmet like me." David relates in this fantasy occasional sightings of Ted Severance (first-year M.B.A.) and Bob Groves (Ph.D. in sociology?) about the Michigan campus.

Kaiser Broadcasting proudly announces that "Stuart G. Zuckerman has been named Station Manager of WCAS Cambridge, Mass. Mr. Zuckerman is being transferred from KBHK-TV, San Francisco." Wonder if this guy's any relation to Stu.

Rob Sills, rumor has it, lives on Long Island. His wife teaches school and he works in an art gallery. He plans to use his background in economics and art history as an art dealer. Clifford Irving plans to write a book about him.

I plan to describe four marriages at no great length.

Charles Carey and Louisa Day Surut were married December 29 in Washington. D.C. Mrs. Carey is a junior at Mount Holyoke. Chris graduated from Tuck and is now a second lieutenant, U.S.A., stationed at Fort Belvoir, Va.

Earl McEvoy married Miss Victoria Rogers December 21 in Rye, N.Y. Earl's wife is a student at the Harvard Medical School, and he is in the MBA program at Columbia. That's a neat trick.

Dix Druce is living in Pebble Beach, Calif., with newly acquired wife Mary, formerly Miss Mary Varina Mason of Jacksonville, Fla.

Jim Decker was kind enough to send me a summary of Dick Wallace's marriage to Linda Crane in Riverside, Conn., back in October. Included in Jim's press kit was a picture which, save for Crosby Hall's ban on wedding pix, would have shown you: Peter Stone with a natural; Artie Brown apparently sucking on a cumquat; SteveWhite doing a Pearl Drops commercial; Jim himself looking very much the Syracuse law student; the bridegroom—every bit the London banker; and then an interesting melange which appears to consist of Jack Wimsatt, Peter Donavan and the bride. Ten cents buys you this handsome print!

And as for me, I'm just sitting here thinking what a bummer (as they say) thirty tons of TNT must be ... dropped on your head, that is.

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