1952

By the time you read this, fall will be almost over; the last whistle will have been blown on the Big Green teams, and the hill winds whipping down off Balch Hill will have a definite bite in them. We trust you all revelled at Harvard, Yale and the Cornell weekends and we're very sorry we couldn't have made any of them. But three trips from Chicago to Hanover in a year was one more than we could manage.

Did have a pleasant lunch in New York with Bill Montgomery and Connie Carstens. Swapped some ideas on the future of class activities and dissemination of news over the next few years. We had the lunch at the Yale Club, of all places, where Brother Bill is a member, and I found out that any Dartmouth graduate can become a member, whether resident or not, for a reasonable fee, in case any of you are interested. (Yes, we've been reduced to dining with Yalies in Gotham City:) . ,

Found out, over my anchovies, that Dr. Harry Goldsmith is now doing his surgeoning at Mary Hitchcock and living somewhere in the Hanover environs. So if you need your appendix slashed while visiting up there, you'll know who to call.

We're getting quite a contingent of '52s on the old sod. With Tony Quimby in the office of financial aid (it will do you no good to plead penury, Tony has a heart of flint); Roger Easman at the drug store; Bill Breed with the administration; now Harry, and did I miss anyone?

Speaking of Quimby, he'll be going to San Francisco (probably has already gone) to participate in a scholarship seminar of some kind. I don't know whether it's just for prospective Dartmouth students or for the rest of the unenlightened, but with the cost of college what it is, that sounds like a prime subject for seminars.

I got my information on Tony from Midge Zischke. In desperate search for material I decided I'd find out what was happening in the Bay Area, and Midge was kind enough to volunteer the Quimby news.

Midge also volunteered the news that Bev andGrovey Bryant just returned from an extended business trip in Europe: London, Copenhagen, Brussels, and other places more familiar to AlJackson, Al Fiertz and Pete Taylor than to the rest of us. And Peter (Zischke, that is) volunteered that Grovey was on a buying trip for his company which is the largest independent palm-oil processor in the U.S. In other words, whenever you fry potatoes or shrimp, or whatever, chances are good that the old "Vermont Farmer" is responsible for the good taste.

Peter also said he'd recently had an investment club meeting with John Bartlett and JackShuman. He didn't say whether or not they'd made any money, but knowing the three of them I can't imagine they spent the money for lunch unless they were doing at least better than the Dow-Jones average.

Pete also mentioned that Len Hedberg has, within the past year, moved from the cradle of civilized society on the West Coast down to Tinsel Town — you've got it, Hedberg has gone Hollywood; and he's rumored to have been made an officer in Pacific Telephone. For those of us who knew the infamous Dr. Lobe in his undergraduate career, no charade seems impossible. But to be an officer? In such respected company? Ah, well, what's to account for fate?

Peter also tells me that his son Mike '77 is serving now as a legislative assistant to Representative Carr of Michigan down at the Capitol. I don't know about the rest of you, but I find it very interesting to hear about what the sons and daughters of '52 who also have the granite in their brains are doing. And I urge all of you to let me know so I can report it.

For my own part, daughter Martha, also '77, is teaching school to a bunch of miner's children in Nicaragua. If you can top that, let me know.

On a sad note, we have recently learned of the death of Sidney "Tom" Batchelder. To his family we send our deep condolences.

And with great embarrassment I extend my apologies to Steve Parkhurst. I totally ignored the fact that our Class does have a treasurer. And that Steve is ours for a second term; and that he is also, indeed, the president of the Class Treasurers Association. I'm really sorry, Steve.

Finally, I have a rumor which I am not prepared to verify or deny, to wit: My old roomy, Dort Bigg, has constructed the most elaborate chess game yet. Two football fields, side by side. The pawns are infantry recruits drawn from Jefferson Barracks; the knights are members of His Majesty's Fusiliers of Nova Scotia; the castles, used paddy wagons from the Manchester police; and Dort modestly agreed to serve as one King when his backers persuaded Estelle Winward to play his Queen.

Hell, if we can't sustain some illusions in this life, why work so hard, right?

If you hear from me next month you'll be lucky. If I hear from you I'll be astounded.

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'52's Dartmouth FreshmenFather Son or Daughter Raymond Barker Barbara David Brew Elizabeth Eugene Brooks Elizabeth Burton Chabot Marc John Clow Gregory Alan Davis Mark David Drexler Andrew Lloyd Fisher Patricia Peter Henderson Carl George Hibben Edward Robert Holmes Kenneth Richard Lathrop Richard Weyman Lundquist Weyman Donald MacLeod Heather Stephen Mandel Edward Thomas Papst Susan William Randall Rebecca William Spalding William Richard Spurgin Richard Roger Steinharter Michael William Sweet Katherine James Wright Peter Louis Zehner Mark