1912

"Cap" Allen loved to travel. This included some of the football games, the 1912 reunions, the Alumni College in Hanover in summer, in addition to trips to many lands across the seas. On November 4, 1972 he traveled to New Haven and witnessed that dismal defeat suffered by his Big Green team at the hands of Yale. The next day, Sunday, while walking to a neighbor's house after dark he was struck by an automobile and died several hours later. We shall miss him. Our sympathy goes out to the large family which includes one son in the Class of 1947. Some of us may remember how Horace E. Allen acquired the nickname of "Cap." During freshman hazing the sophs picked him out to serve as captain of his fellow victims in that particular dormitory and the name fitted so well it has survived these 64 years.

News from '12ers was few and far between during November. Jimmy Oneal wrote, "Holy Smokestack . . . What happened at New Haven?" I guess he. knows by now. If not, I call his attention to the words of Jake Crouthamel in which he said that the team lost that game on the way down from Hanover in the bus. Jimmy still plays golf twice a week but, to quote him, badly.

Tabe Taber couldn't place Joe Caputo in the ranks of 1912, so asked your secretary, how come? Irene must know the problem is all straightened out and Joe retains his seat among us. Another era has come to an end. Don Taber '41 has sold the Lewis Hardware Co. in Lebanon and moved to Venice, Fla., with wife Betty. FlorenceLewis is living with his daughter in Venice and has just put the old home in Lebanon on the market for sale. That probably means she will not attend any more reunions.

Our professor-historian Ernest Osgood delighted your secretary with a long newsy letter in which he enclosed a colored snapshot of his camp in the Montana woods taken on July 19, 1972 and showing three inches of snow on the roof. Then not long after along came a current copy of Western Historical Quarterly containing as its lead article I Discover Western History by Ernest S. Osgood and accompanied by a full-page photo of the author. Ernie's story comprises eleven pages of delightful reading, really a pocket-size account of his life since his birth in that "ugly industrial town" of Lynn, Mass. See if this paragraph of his may possibly apply to you.

"With a high school preparation of sorts and a mixed bag of historical odds and ends, I entered Dartmouth in the fall of 1908. From the very first, the mountains, the forested hills, the streams, the rivers, and the Hanover winters were good voices in the wilderness crying out to me. Here I, a city-bred boy, had my first taste of all outdoors, and my love for it has become a part of me. Of course I learned to ski, was no great shakes at it, but kept trying until I was sixty-five, when I decided I should not push my luck any further."

He then went on to pay tribute to that distinguished history department of our day, which included Sidney B. Fay, Herbert D. Foster, and Charles R. Lingley. Ernest is retired but his wife continues to teach as Professor of History at the College of Wooster, Ohio. Perhaps by our 65th reunion she too will be retired so they both can join us in Hanover in June 1977.

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