1975
The first thing that comes to mind when I think of February in Hanover is Winter Carnival and I am looking forward to seeing old friends during the most famous of all college weekends. Many of us share fond memories of past-Carnivals while others have no recollection whatsoever of the events that occurred from the first cocktail party on Friday night to the "story" keg late Sunday night. And what about those Carnival dates? I suspect that there isn't a single graduate who didn't have at least one memorable date. It is little wonder so much alcohol is consumed in such a short period.
News this month comes from classmates all over the country. Rob Rees-Jones and I are beginning to hear from more and more of you, which is encouraging. Keep it up.
This month's prize for the '75 with the most employment experience since Commencement goes to lacrosse star and Music 1 scholar, Matt Dwyer. He writes, "Since graduation I've been a bartender, real estate salesman, lifeguard, and a waiter. I'm a waiter now in Portsmouth, N.H., and living near UNH. As you might guess, my waiting days are numbered. I'm applying to architecture school, and I'll let you know when I get my next job."
Vic Zonana reports, "Since leaving Hanover I've been a staff reporter of The Wall StreetJournal in the Philadelphia bureau. I've had half a dozen feature stories on the front page and numerous "hard news" (i.e. boring) business-related pieces on the inside. It's not as much fun as writing about Dateless Coeds during Winter Carnival for The 'D,' but nonetheless satisfying. Also a bit more lucrative."
Rick Paul is at B.C. Law School and in the same section with fellow '75s Brian Crush, Sandy Tierney, Fred Cahn, and Tom Murphy. Rick writes, "After four years of courses like Stars 2, Music 1, Environmental Studies 3, and Fables, I'm finding the work a bit too strenuous."
From the Copper Kettle Motel in Tunkhannock. Pa. (no joke) Rees-Jones got the following note from Bill Beyer. "I got the shock of my life when I got Newsletter #2 (I must have missed #1). How the hell did anyone get my address in this god-forsaken place? I'm here working as a prospector. My pack-mule is tied up out back. Then, hopefully, I'm off for Denver for awhile. Keep those letters coming."
Bill Macey, complaining that life now is "a far cry from Hart's Freshman Seminar," is currently studying law at Yale. He is enjoying it, but bemoans "the paucity of Dartmouth people, especially '75s."
The following note from Rick White in New Orleans should bring back fond memories to Dr. Joe "Britches" Durham, who is studying to be an Eye, Ear, Nose, and Wallet specialist at Tulane. "I guess it's time that I made my whereabouts known to the great fraternal order of Dartmouth '75s. I am currently working as a roustabout on an oil platform in the Gulf of Mexico. I spend seven days at a time in the company of all sorts of tobacco-chewing southern stereotypes - kind of reminds me of frat row. My off-weeks in New Orleans' French Quarter further remind me of life at Dartmouth."
Dennett Hutchinson is sweating out first year finals at the University of Colorado Law School while Bud Leese is studying at the Medical College of Virginia in Richmond. Bud sent us a quote from Chris Loftus regarding the comparison between life at Dartmouth and graduate school, but unfortunately it can't be reprinted.
Al Markman writes from the University of Michigan that he is enjoying school and has fallen in with a "bunch of back row bums" who are doing their best to "keep the pencilnecks in line." Al married Barb Kampf on August 2 and a sizeable delegation of Dartmouth '75 was in attendance. Dan Kenslea served as best man while Glenn Reed and Dennis Phillips acted as groomsmen. Also present were Tom Nicholson, Charlie Solberg, and Walt "Buzz" Cmaylo.
Terry Tyler is enrolled in an M.B.A. program at Notre Dame and is coaching high school track and cross-country in his spare time. Terry recently heard from Chris Peisch who is studying modern history on a Rhodes scholarship at Oxford.
David Graham reports that "Things haven't changed much, I guess. I'm now in the petroleum business on the wrong end of the pump. Most nights I just sit home tossing frosties and reminiscing. Sometimes on weekends I drain some Sani-Flush through a loaf of bread and take a road-trip. My landlord still doesn't see the point of my punching out windows, though. What a weenie he is."
George Whitley is living on a cattle ranch in the mountains of Montana "where the air is clean and the women dirty." Aw, c'mon, George!
Head Agent Rick Waddell has asked me to urge all classmates to send in their pledge cards as soon as possible. I think you all realize how important this is, so enough said. By the way, Rick, does your hair still hurt?
I would like to conclude this month's report by extending to the family of Proctor John O'Connor the Class of 1975's deepest sympathy. Proctor O'Connor was a friend to all in the Class and the College. His moderating influence and worthy advice served us well and we shall miss him greatly.
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