1938

To your classmate responsible for the promulgation of a column of class notes every month, correspondence from other members of the Amazing Class of 1938 is truly the staff of life, or grist for his mill, to vary the same metaphor. A letter from Bob Manegold was received recently which I think rates quoting almost in full. Bob writes as follows:

"Because mid-September is Colorado's most beautiful season, Chic and Joan Mock, Jack andKay Wilhelm, and Sally and I had a mini-reunion with Shorty and Patsy Pabst at their ranch near Snowmass. We couldn't have had a more fun-filled three days. Though we haven't seen each other since our 36th in Hanover, you would have thought we all got together regularly.

"Our classmates might be interested in knowing a few of my observations.

"All four couples are obviously very happy with both their marriages and their careers. All seem to be in excellent health. All sleep in double beds. Our lives increasingly focus on our children and grandchildren; we average four children and four or five grandchildren each. Over half our kids are married, and there have already been three divorces. We guess they have all smoked pot, though none of us have. A substantial minority have or are living with someone of the opposite sex without the benefit of marriage.

"In college, all eight of us drank, never went to church and mostly, smoked. Now, 25% smoke, 25% are teetotalers, and one half are very much involved with the church."

Bob's observations are to me very interesting indeed, and I hope they are to you too. Equally so, it seems to me, would be other samplings among our classmates, as we stumble, or stride, toward our 40th. I know that many of us meet from time to time with three or four particularly close friends among our classmates and wives. I should welcome statistics like those Bob prepared, from other groups of classmates. From them perhaps we can develop a profile of '38 going-on 40 years later. Our kids might be interested too.

A recent General Electric Corporation house organ carries two articles, complete with photos, on Marty King. Marty has been named coordinator for GE's employee counseling services operation, a program of medical and occupational health and safety within the GE lamp business division. The sub-head of one of the releases reads, "Marty King stepped into his post as coordinator of the employee counseling services operation after a long career in news-writing, public relations, and. advertising. Besides his years of experience in working with people, King brings a special understanding to his new job as counselor to those with alcohol and drug abuse problems." Marty deserves the deep and sincere congratulations of us all.

I wonder how many of you thought back early last month to the Yale game of 1935. How many realized that last month's game was the 40th anniversary of the Big Green Indians' first victory over Yale, the final final ending of the Yale Bowl jinx? What a great game ... what a great victory ... that was! I remember Mutt Ray intercepting a Yale pass late in the game and lugging it into the end zone to give us a more comfortable 14-6 lead in the waning moments. In 1935, that Saturday was November 2, and I inscribed it on the cover of my notebook.

It's just too darn bad that we couldn't have won on November 1, 1975. "... a tremendously disappointing game," Jake said in the Big Green Sports News. Those, and any, words are a vast understatement. So we'll "wait til next year," and we'll take Yale in '76, as we did in '35.

After this column was sent to Hanover, word was received of the death of John C. Mattimore on November 18. An obituary will appear in the January issue.

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