1973
Dear Mateys —
What words can better describe Class Commodore John Hauge's unfathomable utterances in the most recent '73 Newsletter re the Captain's steady course these past few years? None — me matey — none! Let it suffice to say that your Skipper — always on the lookout — is deeply moved by those salty-sounding sentences, and hopes that he can put to sea each year henceforth with ample fuel and provisions (not to mention constant winds!) from his Mighty Macs. I invite each of you to take advantage of the next three months' lull (in publication) by dropping me a line and keeping me posted on your relative lat and longitudes. Don't end up "lost at sea." Keep your ship shape, and your shape ship ... and you'll never regret a moment of it.
Wedding announcements are far and few between this month. (Not that I'm complaining). Seems Chuck Appleby got himself hooked (February 8) on juicy bait to Patricia Kane, a one-time Dartmouth exchange student (remember them?). Both now reside in Charleston, S.C., and who knows what they're up to next.
Coming off the ice in Toledo after warm-up, prior to the start of the third game of the semifinals in the International Hockey League playoffs, Dana Johnson relates that he was "somewhat startled" when Jacques "Zed"Zouhary approached with a rousing hello and hearty handshake . . . "it didn't seem like it was four years ago when we (yes, even the Cap'n) were in Strasbourg under the DFSP." I guess that neither of us really understands and/or can appreciate the constant whirlwind that surrounds "Z." If he's not already spicing-up Mama Stokes for free room and board in France, Lord knows he must be contemplating it! To Jacques I donate the 1975 Gad-about-Gadis Award.
Speaking of hockey, remember Pete Proulx and Freddie Riggall? Wish they'd remember the Cap'n, and drop him a line every now and then! Both hold Canadian addresses, which makes one tend to think that they're still honing the skates.
Mary Allen's making a big name for herself in the D.C. area these days, having coordinated activities for the city's largest and most successful Alumni dinner/reception party to date.
Howard Had Hand works as a staff associate and consultant for Intercultural Studies Group of Lexington, Mass., while Dick Guy keeps ticking as a supervisory manager in the corporate trust department of First and Merchant's of Richmond, Va. He assures me that he will "still accept applicants" for holy wedlock, but the Cap'n shudders at the thought!
Woody McGinnis is a second-year medical student at Colorado ... Stanford Goldstein makes use of his scalpel at Univ. of Penn. School of Medicine ... and Clark Graff has recently landed an acceptance to Harvard School of Architecture.
Keeping in pace with the announcement of recent graduates who, for some unforeseeable circumstances, were not able to accept diplomas with the regular 1973 graduating class, I should like to list their names in alphabetical order: Emil Gilbert, Bill Hollander, Michael Houlihan,Donald Lefkowits, Leslie Lowry, Ernst MenselJr., and Philip Murphy. To each, an official '73 welcome, and special invitation to drop us a line.
Unfortunately, at the time of this writing, word had just been received that William Rogers of Melrose, Mass., died April 10 of this year. I'm sure I speak for the entire Class when I say that his presence will be greatly missed. An obituary appears in this issue.
I thought it only wise that we forego inclusion of this month's guest scribe in that this column constitutes the last of its kind for the academic year. Hopefully, come next fall, we can initiate the idea on a regular basis. For the time being, however, the Cap'n has a few words to sweep off his deck. 1974-1975 has had its many ups and downs: on the one hand, the relative acceptance of coeducation and Year-Round Operation, and the ever-increasing popularity of the school as reflected by the almost unending rise in applications; on the other hand, the recent announcements of financial uncertainty at the College, and the sudden (if not often times unrealistic) deaths of two very close classmates. I could point out several others. What strikes me as prudent to say is that in light of the difficult times, Dartmouth always seems to possess a suitable outlet (whether it be via a capable and efficient faculty and staff, or a well-coordinated communication link as in evidence by the Magazine, or whatever) . . . all because of the unending generosity portrayed by its loyal alumni.
It's always at this time of the year when the Cap'n becomes overly nostalgic, and oftentimes finds himself retreating to the old alma mater . . . not out of habit, but because of desire. Not much has changed, save for a few more lower skirts (or tighter jeans, be you of the opposite sex) and some additional "out of place" (contemporary) edifices. The one intangible quality still left to savour, however, is that warm comradeship so unique to the Dartmouth Community. N'er once can any of me mateys return to the Home Port and not run into at least three or four class buddies with the same vigor and the same vitality towards the place that he or she exhibited while an undergraduate.
What all this boils down to is the realization that the Dartmouth grad has a lot to be thankful for - and, in return, that he never ceases to be greatful for it. You are a perfect specimen. For you read this column month in and month out. You contribute to it. And you benefit by its contents. Captain's year-end advice: help us keep it afloat. Write when you can to help us firmly believe in the past, present, and future of the institution.
Until next October, ready those bottles, man the ship, and keep a tight watch on those slithering summer sea squalls. As for your Skipper, it's once again into dry dock for an overhaul, me matey, so that "Little Current" can again renew her outer coat, and inner heart. Hoping to see you soon on the High Seas.
Secretary 9314 Cherry Hill Rd. Suite 9 College Park, Md. 20740
Head Agent, 27 East Raleigh Ave. Staten Island, N.Y. 10310
