1920

Treasurer Al Frey relays to me the bits of news you send to him on his "class dues" forms. Your secretary grinds them through his mill in the form of class notes but in no particular order. Where your contribution lands no one really knows — not even your secretary. It may be this month. It may be next. This month we will concentrate heavily on Florida. The late January chill factor has been unseasonably high there, so a little news from that area may help.

From Warrie Chamberlain of Miami Beach comes a note that he expected to see his granddaughter graduate from Dartmouth sometime in 1976. We hope you realized your expectations, Warrie. A coeducation dividend, is it not?

From Ted Bliss in Sarasota, this brief message: "Thanks, Al. No news. Ho-hum."

And Charlie Stevens, also in Sarasota, sends a message that he returned from the north country by auto train. He reports that the Dartmouth Club of Sarasota is "pleasantly active."

Jake Gorton in Merritt Island supplied a vivid account of his battle with accidents and operations. It hardly seems possible that one man could suffer so much and come up smiling. In his own way, Jake relates his story. I quote. "All the docs that have stuck needles, tubes, knives and what-have-you in me this past year all agree that I am a healthy old 5.0.8." To top it off, Jake phoned Al Frey to be sure he got the message. Laughingly, Jake said he planned to live longer than Methuselah!

Bob Winters in Leesburg has been on the move of late. He visited relatives in New York and Connecticut and more recently in California, where his sister resides. His attempt to see Jack Mayer was thwarted by Jack's confinement in the hospital.

Lawrence Hussey and his wife Irene now spend their winters at 153 Jet Park, Palmetto, Fla. 33561, and their summers in Wellsville, N.Y., 14895 (Box 465). Thus the Husseys have disposed of their real estate problems. Lawrence's daughter now occupies his old homestead in Lawrence, Mass.

Hazel Macomber contributes this bit of news from Sarasota: her cousins from Surrey, England, have been transferred from the London office of Grimsby Bank, Ltd., to New York for his, Brian's, last tour of duty before retirement. They are considering retirement in Florida, Arizona, or possibly Texas.

Some good news about Sherm Adams followed by some bad/good news. Last autumn Sherm was elected to receive the Third Annual Distinguished Citizen Award from the Daniel Webster Council, Boy Scouts of America. But then the former governor of New Hampshire suffered a concussion from a fall on the snowcovered ice at Loon Mountain ski resort. Taken first to the Littleton Hospital in a snowstorm, Sherm was transferred later to Hanover and Mary Hitchcock. The skilled surgeons there attended him. On the phone he told me he was on the mend, getting cantankerous, so they were going to release him to go back to Lincoln. As I understand it, Sherm was not skiing; he was simply walking along an inclined path near his establishment at Loon.

Another Steve Graves story. The life of this amazing classmate deserves more complete treatment by Mary B. Ross, associate editor of the D.A.M. But here goes another tidbit. Last February Steve was hospitalized with a heart problem in Novato, Cal. Dutifully, he followed his doctor's orders for three long months, after which time he began to fiddle around with his trusty tennis racquet. Experiencing no ill results, he finally decided to enter the "over 75" clay court tennis championships in Charlottesville, Va., where he had previously been top man on the totem pole. He was runner-up in the singles, and pairing with Dewitt Redgrave of Atlanta, Ga., he was runner-up in the doubles. Encouraged by his performance after his enforced lay-off, Steve, who is 78, entered the U.S.L.T. Association national indoor matches held in Evansville, Ind., and ended up champion in his class. The Graves-Redgrave pair again won the doubles crown. In talking with two Phoenician tennis veterans, Jeff Glover and Jess Baker, I learned that Steve is a really amazing swinger of the racquet, with great skill and remarkable tenacity.

Jack Mayer is undergoing treatment for a stroke suffered some time ago and is currently hospitalized. His home address is 12496 Nacido Dr., San Diego, Cal. 92128. Letters will help his recovery, I feel sure.

Adios, amigos.

Secretary, 2549 East Beryl Ave. Phoenix, Ariz. 85028

Treasurer, Dresden, Maine 04342

[Through sheer ineptitude, a closing parenthesis was omitted from the 1920 Class Notes in the January issue (p. 31), and the result is highly confusing. The penultimate sentence of the saga of Laddie Myers should read, "Later he won a silver medal in the 1920 Olympics (Frank Foss of Cornell took first place, setting a new world's record) and qualified for the Paris games in 1924." Mea culpa. S.G.]