1918

President Dwight has given us several, good reasons for making a special effort to put the Alumni Fund over the top. Let's not forget that Charlie Hood, son of our Harvey and Barbara, is the national chairman. lone and I were fortunate to attend Alumni College along with Charlie and his wife Judy. They are great people, as might be expected. Let's go the extra mile to help Charlie scale the heights and attain the summit.

Dick White has been honored by the American Association of Nurserymen for his roles of leadership which span almost half of the life of the association. This signal honor takes the form of the Richard P. White H.R.I. Grants to be administered by the Horticultural Research Institute. I am sending the descriptive folder to The Roar for more complete coverage. Lately I have been reading a number of obituaries telling of the outstanding accomplishments of '18ers, which is great but it is also gratifying to see such accomplishments so well recognized during the life of the recipient. It is evident from the account of Dick's devotion to his calling that his services were truly outstanding and went far beyond the call of duty.

From time to time Steve Mahoney digs up news for me. His latest is as follows: "Janet andJules Van Raalte have been at their usual Florida spots and were planning to attend the Pow Wow." Dwight Sargent Jr. now in Tuck school, has independently embarked in a woodworking shop, completely his own creation, making furniture with employees, including skilled craftsmen.

"President Dwight Sr. continues with winter golf at St. Andrews . . . Peg and Dwight probably make up 18's most traveled pair. Their alumni interests likewise match. She is president of her Smith class.

"As usual winter calls Minetta and Syl (the invincible) Moreys to Naples and the island of Keewayden in the Gulf where they now rate as the most beloved of the old settlers as well as champions in shuffleboard as well as dominoes and all other sports."

Another of my valued news sources feels that he is about to suffer from overexposure in this column and in The Roar. So let us say that he has joined "The Benign Underground" which reports the following from Ed Felt. "Clara and I went down to Mexico to escape the annual January cold wave. This year of course it was worse in Tampico and Tuxpan than it was here. On top of that we were afflicted by Montezuma's revenge (first time for us both in at least ten trips) and on top of that we had car trouble. Clara says, 'This is at least educational.' It was really like a scene from a movie.

"We had broken down at a gas station on the outskirts of Monterey. A 12-year-old lad whom I'd tipped to put water in the radiator led me across the street into a junk yard, up to an abandoned car that had the back seat, apparently full of old rags. He gave a few hard slaps on the top, the rats stirred and out came a young man whose siesta we had interrupted. He told me it was the arranque (starter) said he could fix it, and did so, in three hours and he had to ask, 'Que marca es?'

"Our inconveniences were really minor, but we had driven through a hundred miles of frostbitten orange groves, no joke for these people. I really had to hand it to the Mexicans and I'm glad to see them and the Canadians get the full world price for the gas they sell us. It accords with the economic facts of life, at least as I see them."

The latest of our distinguished classmates to die is Fred Casebeer who endured several years of great disability due to advanced Parkinson's disease. He was one of the best beloved of all '18ers and while we will miss him greatly, death came as a welcome release. I have considerable material on Fred but will not use it until his obituary appears, possibly in this same number.

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