1938

Jim Briggs is overbusy at Damariscotta, so, for the second time this year, you're stuck with his substitute reporting on the Hanover scene.

From my reverential reference to Professor Stearns Morse in the March class notes it might have been inferred that he is the solo ex-faculty member now around who might be remembered fondly by us. Not so. I haven't made a survey of our professors still in the Hanover area but there are at least two others here who are memorable at the very least. John Hurd, former member of the English Department and until recently the Magazine's Reviews Editor, is very much on the scene between travels to Europe and elsewhere. Another favorite, who might forgive me for calling him a man about Hanover, is Churchill P. Lathrop, art professor emeritus, who is frequently seen at Hopkins Center and seems to be on perpetual call as an advisor. He was acting director of galleries last year.

The pleasant sight of these happilyremembered educators brings up one of the many things you wonder about if you're constantly mingling with students at Baker Library," Memorial Field, or Hopkins Center. Are there members of the present faculty whose names will become parts of rollicking songs? I don't know. (I'm recollecting a professor who never gave the impression of wanting to attract attention yet by the time he walked from Carpenter to the Inn corner there was usually a small crowd of students strolling along with him. I began to think of him as likely future song material. But that was last year. He's gone.)

But we do have a song candidate in our midst, though I don't believe his name will be sung literally: he's quiet; his profession, as a matter of policy, seeks organizational quiet. But he is known. Mention the name of Bill Mosenthal anywhere in Hanover and its vicinity and people act as though they were going to pull out little prayer rugs, place them on the ground, kneel and bow toward the Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center. This reaction is universal around Hanover; and in the Medical Center, in their own professional way, the people there let you know they realize they have an extraor- dinary physician in their midst.

Recently, during the tonsorial trauma of being prepped for several hours of Bill's exquisite dexterity with cutlery, one of the hospital's personnel said authoritatively, "Dr. Mosenthal is one of the best surgeons there is, one of the very best in the country." When I was leaving Dick's house two weeks later, I felt like asking wife Edna to knit me a rug, handkerchief-size. But don't worry about having the hospital's large and busy lobby assume a Lourdes-like aspect, festooned with the trusses of superannuated athletes. Bill is a general surgeon and troublesome alumni are among his hundreds and hundreds of patients.

Newsletter Editor Dan Marshall kindly sent us the adjoining photographs, writing, "In November 1940 I enrolled in the Ist Officer Candidates Class for the Marines in Quantico, Va. After a while I discovered two other Dartmouths in the class - Bud Reed '37 and Bill Watson '40. After some sort of a parade or something, the three of us had our pictures taken. In November '75 the Marine Corps had its 200th birthday in Washington, D.C., and in conjunction our Ist Candidates class had a reunion at which point we had the 'now' picture taken.

"Bud Reed is with Western Electric - ever since college days and lives out on Long Island. Bill Watson is 'Mr. Archery' in King of Prussia, Pa., where he markets archery products and educates the populace on the fine points of bows and arrows."

As announced previously in the Magazine, our Bob Ross is now its Reviews Editor. He has undertaken this in addition to his private occupation of being an exceptionally knowledgeable expert on rare books. He lives in Norwich now, and what he calls his office is a fascinating showplace of bibliolatry. Mention almost any book you might be fond of from time past or just a few years back and you immediately find a first edition of it in your hands, with Bob giving you all the information there is about its first owner, its manufacture, its author, and what he'll probably get for it from a collector in Duluth or Winchester, England. Bob has an enviable 12-hour-a-day retirement, at the end of a nice long lane off Norwich's main road.

Roland Moody's importance to Northeastern University in Boston is emphasized by his appointment as Dean of Libraries and Learning Resources. Northeastern's President Kenneth G. Ryder stated, "Under Dean Moody's leadership the library has grown from a few thousand volumes housed mainly (in one building) in 1953 to five major libraries and three special collections." Roland received his Master's degree in library science from Columbia in 1941 and served in various positions at Harvard from 1941 to 1952. He joined Northeastern as Director of Libraries in 1953. On World War II military leave from Harvard, he was decorated during the Italian campaign. He and his family live in Winchester, Mass.

When you come back to Hanover for a visit and enjoy staying at the Inn, taking in some sports, wandering around and marvelling at the interior of Murdough Center (as compared, perhaps, with the old Medical School building), and discovering that the new Nugget is now Nuggets I and 11, you have a fine holiday. But you probably miss some of the funful shenanigans going on just outside Hanover. For instance, on the Norwich side of the river there was a serious battle between the supermarkets and the Mom and Pops. As far as I can tell, the question was about who should get all of certain sales. I guess it's resolved now because at churchtime it can be hard to park near the big stores in Norwich, Wilder and White River. What was involved specifically? The legal Sunday morning sales of wine and beer.

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