1970

Darn that nasty old Steve Fox - he's always asking me to pardon puns I don' even understand. In the class newsletter, that is, the last issue of which certainly eclipsed the sum total of pulp from this mill. Oh for a blip in the newsletter rather than a byline in the Rag. Encore!

Following an excerpt from a letter from Holly Fricek, wife of Bud: "One always hopes that if he has really done something slick someone else will spread the word. In our case, that someone is going to have to be the proud wife and happy mother. (We) are the delighted parents of Matthew Creighton, born December 26, 1972. He is our first baby and we were together during labor and shared the joy of seeing our son emerge into the world." The Old Man is still working for Chi Corporation, a computer utility in Cleveland, and has introduced a time-sharing and BASIC system which he now manages.

Can now report that David Irwin and wife Mary Lynn are indeed in Paris, and that Irv and I carried on one night with a bunch of Britishers, Frenchmen, and a soccer ball on a pitch squarely in front of the Paris Hilton. Shortly thereafter the Irwins two gallivanted off to Austrian ski stations, having acquainted themselves already with Val d' I sere. Somewhere amid this recreation Irv conducts unknown affairs for Graco Corporation. They make pumps. While in the Alps he encountered John Hussey, on leave from a Naval frigate in Nice.

Here now are some takes from a. WDCR newsletter which I recently perused, edited by Dave Graves. Note the common theme. MikeThorman is to be found at Stanford Law School. Dwight Macomber is a technician at WBZ Boston. Steve Olivo and Win Rockwell are both at B.U. Law. Stu Zuckerman is now toiling for Kaiser Globe's UHF Channel 56, WKBG, Boston. Carl Strathmeyer works at an electronics firm in Cambridge; Brent Petty at Utah Medical School, 3rd year; and Wally Ford at Harvard Law. Warn, bam, thank you m'am.

Two thoughts before adjourning: If perchance you have written recently and fail to find your news here, it isn't for any but mechanical reasons - I feel sure a few communiques are lying about in dusty poste reslantes. Communications should improve, however, as the intervening oceans and frontiers are (sadly) things of the rapidly receding past; I'm sitting in Philadelphia. Secondly, I was astonished at the quality of the last issue of this Magazine, thanks entirely to the undergraduate section. If you haven't seen it, see it. In particular a piece by classmate James Olstad inspired me.

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