1961

Hey, you guys... there was a mistake made during the reunion. Somebody agreed to write the '61 column for the Alumni Rag... but we forgot who he was... and so did he. Of course, we normally would have referred to the copious notes taken during the reunion, but nobody remembered to appoint a recording secretary. That failing, we considered instructing all the reunion participants to please disregard the June bash and promptly reconvene at the Bema on Labor Day.

Enter crying, Jerry the K, class mogul, who prevailed upon Ken Kolb to write the September issue and me to father the October blurb, so that you troops wouldn't think that the "exec." committee had skipped the country with the Alumni Fund and Miss Gill (who, by the way, was last seen peeling the butterpads off the ceiling of Thayer Hall.) So please be patient; we'll try to return to the normal literary Muzak featured in this column, i.e., hirings, firings (sometime referred to as career changes), children, transfers, marriages, divorces, re-marriages, etc., as soon as we find our man.

Ellis and I were in K.C. in July and dined with John and Pat Russell. They became the proud parents of a beautiful baby girl in June, bringing their total to three daughters. "J. T." is out of broadcast and in the banking business. However, he assured us he still wears his white bucks around the house.

Stu Sheldon, my old roommate and the first guy I ever knew who listened to classical music, has left the banking business and has become a "cheapskate" (he always was). To be more precise, he is the proud owner of three familyoriented roller rinks in Minneapolis, St. Paul. In fact Stu and Diana planned to be at the reunion, but their legs gave out in Kenosha.

Bud and Jane Schoening, after attending the reunion without their kids, drove to Hanover in August with their kids, to attend the Alumni College. They were the only '6ls in attendance. According to them the program, "Men and Women: What's the Difference?" was outstanding. The only thing I could ask was, "Did you have to drive to Hanover to find the answer to that question?"

Jack and Mim Penn still reside in Thief River Falls (great hockey and long winters) where Jack is the chief executive officer for Arctic Enterprises. Noteworthy is that Jack tired of looking at his Greenbook picture and finally let his hair grow long. He's running six miles a day ("if you can walk six, you can run six") and looks terrific.

On a serious note for a moment, my com- pliments to the '6l reunion committee. Those of you who attended know what a meaningful weekend it was. For those of you who weren't able to be there, you missed a milestone. It was much more than the canned, packaged reunion. In both large groups and small, we shared our lives, our relationships, our hurts, our doubts, our fears, and our joys with each other.

Oh, yes, we did the other Dartmouth things: the Ledges, the Glee Club concert, the picnic, the Green, the cocktail party, dancing to the rock band at the Psi U house (Big Wheelie and the Hubcaps - straight from Buffalo and 1957), the beer on the floor, it was all there... and more. It was an experience I'll never forget. Thanks, Dartmouth. Thanks '61.

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(Since this column was written, Bob Conn has agreed to serve as Secretary. - Editor)