1946
As always: WHERE DID THE SUMMER GO? We feel that we're looking forward to the 4th of July, but the calendar says it's already September as this is written, and it will be mid-October before all of you are reading the same.
It was an uneventful summer at the Smith household. Daughter Hillary '78 spent most of it bicycling through Scotland and explaining to the old man why the clothes that were perfectly suitable for St. Paul's in Concord last year must be completely replaced for the coming year in Hanover. Son Russ worked with a trainer at Belmont, hot-walking the horses from 6 to 11 a.m., seven days a week; if the old man hadn't listened to his tips, and bet accordingly at OTB, we'd be ahead for the summer.
This issue will probably arrive shortly before fall reunions. As usual, it's expected that all '46s who are present will gather at the Kimball household on South Park Street, both before and after the annual clobbering of Princeton October 12 and Harvard October 26. Bring your own food & liquor; 10:30 a.m. to kick-off" and after the games. The Class will provide beer, ice, and a barbecue fire at the Harvard game.
Speaking of this issue, you will note that the advertising in the Alumni Magazine has become comparatively healthy, owing in part to the real estate boom in the Hanover area. The six magazines in the Ivy Group (which does not include Brown or Columbia) have contracted with Mort Berkowitz '37 to serve as their national advertising sales representative. Any of you who might find this a useful medium for your business can contact Mort, whose address is now listed at the bottom of the contents page of each issue.
Stan Waterman was at Cocos-Keeling Atoll in March, where his Films Under The Sea company was doing the underwater work for a marine collecting expedition, when Dave Brooks '71 flew in on a Navy patrol plane, for a weekend of R&R. As shown in the photograph which Stan submitted, he and Dave used this occasion for a Dartmouth reunion, and treated the population of sea birds and land crabs to a rousing "Wah Hoo Wah." Cocos-Keeling Atoll is about 1,200 miles west of Australia and 600 miles south of Java Head.
Stan also reports the welcome news that his son Gar, just graduated from Andover, is among the '46 offspring who were accepted for the Class of '78 at the College.
Jim Morse has been elected president of American Express Asset Management Company; we reported his affiliation with that fine firm some months ago, but still think that the accompanying picture of him is from the Aegis of 28 years ago, rather than current.
As all of you who read The New York Times are aware, Nelson Bryant continues to maintain his reputation as the outstanding commentator on hunting, fishing, and other outdoor activities. One of his columns this summer, entitled "More to Fishing Than Meets the Eye" contained the following delightful expressions:
"One would like to believe that more and more people are turning to angling because it gives them time for contemplation. An hour spent on a stream may yield no fish but it may bring a man some serendipitous gift, whether the flashing dive of a kingfisher or an equally swift insight into his own heart that will make him more tender and more wise....
"It is the unexpected, the firefly on a log, the tree-shaded pool in a brook beside a country road just a mile off the superhighway, the golden notes of a hermit thrush from the deep woods, the perceptive remarks made by a stranger as both of you stood before a painting in an art gallery (much of that day would have been lost if you had brushed aside his first tentative observations) that brings renewal of delight and wonder.
"Fish hard if you must, and cast a long line, but be wise enough to sometimes stop and watch and wonder - wise enough to sit silently on a boulder in the dusk as the dark waters of the stream slide by and the harsh images of the day recede."
A recent issue of the bulletin contained a Class Day address by a young lady who graduated from Dartmouth as a transfer student from Smith, who concluded with the following words: "I am grateful to Dartmouth, for her trunk to lean on, for her stems which encourage growth, for her branches which communicate, for her needles which stimulate change, and for her roots deep in the earth, all of which have enriched me."
The football season is upon us, the mailbag is empty, and we hope to hear from all of you as to your current doings.
'46 UP
Secretary, Private Lane Locust Valley, N.Y. 11560
Treasurer, Bear Hill Rd., Sherborn, Mass. 01770
