1923

After one has put together these notes for a few years, one develops careless reference habits with birthdays, past events — in short, facts of all kinds. Thus, when I wrote the obituary for Vic Barney and described him as "probably the youngest member of our class," I wasn't even close, as I am reminded by Al Taylor's letter. Al, six months younger than Vic, is one of seven classmates who were born in 1903 after Vic — Fred Fisher, Don King, Jim Cravens, NathanZatkin, Reinhold Hertzberg, and Joe Zone.

My error led me to a little pure and perhaps purposeless research into the ages of the entire class, the bottom line of which finds three of us in our 80's, 49 born before the turn of the century, and most of the others in 1900. I won't bring up this matter again for a while.

Cap Palmer started to type us a note himself and gave up. His secretary finished it with: "Mr. Palmer wishes to relay the message that he celebrated his 75th by launching a new picture called The Consumer Con Capers — and he suggests that you watch for it at your neighborhood Rotary or Senior Citizen meeting." Its purpose is to present some warm, human, and interesting consumer-con material that will have a good chance of getting through to a needful public.

Babe Miner says that Pete Howe is seriously ill at his home and would like to hear from his old friends. Do write him at 43 Hilton Ave., Garden City, New York 11530.

I have a copy of a letter from CharlieZimmerman to Duke Sanchez (Rt. Rev. Msgr. Carlos Sanchez) in Baton Rouge, La., in which Charlie thanks him for a fine letter re the Indian symbol. Duke dedicated a good part of his life as a priest to serving the Indians of Guatemala and feels strongly that they should not be exiled from their own college. Charlie's suggestion is that Duke write a letter to the editor of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE telling of his experiences and his convictions.

Frequently one of you sends me a snapshot — almost always in color. A recent very good one is of Charlie Rice, Paul Morgan, and TedCaswell on the golf course. I wish it could be published, and so does Shelby Grantham, our notes editor, who pleads with us secretaries for more photos. Unfortunately, color doesn't reproduce very well. I don't know the answer. The day of black-and-white film seems to have passed. But keep us in mind.

Ted Caswell, having lunch in Wellesley the other day with one of his four daughters, ran into Jack Griffin just leaving the Wellesley Inn. Ted says he "looks fine and healthy." Jack still lives in the Wellesley home where he was born. When he retired as executive secretary of the board of selectmen and member of the board of assessors, he was awarded the title "Mr. Wellesley" by his fellow townspeople.

A few excerpts from the Dear Babe Notes and elsewhere:

Clarence and Priscilla Goss are rejoicing that one of their twin grandsons has received early acceptance at Dartmouth. The other has not applied. The two had outstanding parallel careers at Deerfield Academy. This surely will allow the Gosses a lot of interesting observations on the careers of the two boys.

Elinor, who is the correspondent in the Martin family, says Ivan is not up to football weekends any more, but he follows the team very carefully on radio and television. He continues his bank director meetings, which keep him in touch with the business world. The boys tend the stores.

Both of Dean Baker's sons-in-law and one grandson are Dartmouth graduates. A granddaughter is now a sophomore.

Herb Behan is now in Florida and has taken on the tough assignment of finding jobs for students from the Southwest Dartmouth Club. Says the unemployment rate in Florida is 15 percent.

Dick Udall had a slight heart attack last June. He and Alma are now in Florida and Dick is getting back to normal — golfing three times a week and supplying all his friends with vegetables from his garden.

Jules Rippel wrote, "After 52 years of one marriage only, I am still actively heading the foundation. Always too much to do, but I would not miss it. As a bicentennial fellow I will attend the 200 th anniversary of Phi Beta Kappa at Williamsburg in December."

As I put these notes together on December 29, I look out on a Currier andjves winter scene. The river and the brook are frozen over, the birds which had boycotted our feeders are back, and we have about ten inches of new snow — just in time to rescue our two ski slopes, which have been struggling along on the manmade stuff. It's winter at last, and now — to the snow blower!

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