1962's 10th
It was a fine party. In fact it was a great party. My efforts to reconstruct what happened are a bit limited due to my imitation of the Alka Seltzer man. Yes, I did, the whole thing.
There was a nice balance to the weekend, and something was there for everyone. For those who did not get enough of class ten years ago, the mini college held in 105 Dartmouth Hall on Friday was a perfect touch. In fact, by looking around and watching Mike Slive catch his Z's, it reminded you a lot of G.I. Bob Katz worked to put together the program and it appears to be headed as a permanent part of other reunions.
Those with ambition took the hike to the mountains or ran around trying to be the new Bill Whaley, no longer referred to as Whales.
Dinner on Saturday evening at the Bema was delightful. That event produced your officers for the next five years, Bill Pierce as president, Ed Falkenberg as treasurer, John Clark as class agent and another dose of me. Thanks to Gordi Aydelott for the great performance as M.C. and to DonSamuelson for the gracious and clever way he accepted the award as chairman of the largest returning class (141).
It did not seem like ten years except that the mornings after had a familiar ring. This was the Reunion that saw:
The rumor that the Manchester Union Leader headlined our nine kegs Friday night. John Gabriel and his excellent work in labor relations; Al Weeks and his excellent work on John Gabriel. The campus police and town police for being so concerned. The attempt by the West to create geographic imbalance and still lose to the East. Mike Rouzee, Carl Jaeger,Jim Murar, Dave Walsh, Robbie Cox, et al, bringing back beer pong. KentMorton for advertising Kodak, and LouCoronis for using Kodak. Gordi McLean for winning the athlete of the weekend award (accomplished by looking for a tennis partner at 8 a.m. Sunday morning.) Bill Hayes for working on the problems of over population. The is she or isn't she wagers around the keg.
The peace demonstration and the magic show. John Walters for providing the extra touch to officiating and organizing. The weather man for no rain. Frank Milon for escaping all ground balls. John Hust for talking about real bull. Paul Weinberg for trying to relocate the Bald Man's Drinking Club and Steve Martindale for taking his hair down. And Sue Hoover, who, while driving home Sunday, glanced at the crutches and remarked that at least I wasn't able to do much damage.
With a theme of personal values reconsidered it seemed proper that we share our fellowship, and thus the band confrontation developed. The Boys in the Band felt their music was for the entire world (The campus police said it most certainly could be heard by most of the world) and invited their fellow communers which, among other things, created a space problem. Some of us protested, the band quit, and a crisis was on hand. Using some of the old morality John Schiffman reminded the band it had not yet been paid. The band returned, although the bass player held out for an hour. The band had reconsidered its personal values and the Reunion was a success.
Perhaps the best part of the gathering was the opportunity to talk with people you did not know well while in College. For me there was much to learn in discussing obstectrics in Glen Falls, N.Y. with Steve Serlin, and hearing about Justice Department law in Washington from Bill Brodskey. I did not realize before that it was Bill Climo who received a rough welcome at Dartmouth while recruiting for the Armed Services, and I welcomed the knowledge that Steve Mason had spent a great part of the spring ringing door bells for McGovern in California.
Dartmouth somehow has more meaning when you can see and visit the fine product it can help develop. "Dartmouth, Ten Years Later" was a plus for all who attended.
Two hands to hold the cup won by 1962seemed the safest way to Don Samuelson.
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