1921

Bob Burroughs and Joe Lane recall their high-spirited comradeship with Roger Wilde, for they and Don Mix roomed together in Kappa Kappa Kappa. When Roger married Caroline Shawhan in 1924, Bob was best man. When Bob married Dorothy Wellman in 1927, Joe was best man; and so he was again when Don married JessieCampbell Park in 1924. Joe Lane and Roger had another tie: wayward hearts. Two years ago, Joe suffered a triple by-pass, and today he is head high. Roger kept raising his head after two major heart attacks and innumerable minor ones with later angina. In February the Wild-Hicks lifelong friendship was warmly reaffirmed in Naples, Fla., when Ort and Lois visited Caroline for ten days.

Van Cleve has made a golden-brass discovery never mentioned in Florida real estate advertisements: "It's much easier to buy a home than to sell it." When he and Mary bought a house in Mt. Dora, it was not to warn but to warm them happily forever. But no. The humidity did them in, if not the capital loss. Now their discovery, good for a lifetime, is that New Jersey has changes of season and that Canadian vacations are un-Floridian. Their Colony Club Apartment in Spring Lake Heights, N.J., on the Atlantic Ocean, is cool in summer and warm in winter.

Old-fashioned, Bill Embree likes to travel to England and France by ship, and some sort of a sailing vessel, he hopes, will glide him across next May. If he is late Victorian with measured maritime thythm, he is twenty-first century on his feet. Proof: five games a week of squash with the retired pro at his Chicago club. Bill is modest enough not to say who wins, but boastful enough to assert that he at least does not tire or get out of breath. Twenty-oners will always remember his Fred Astaire tap-dancing to Roberta's piano.

Cosmopolitan travelers Harry and CarolineMosser recall England with particular pleasure - Hampshire, Dorset, Devonshire, and Cornwall. Kent and Canterbury Cathedral are memorable not so much because of the organ and architecture but because of a "typical British cap" still, decades later, being worn by Harry with Anglo-Saxon jauntiness in Ashville, N.C. The class mandolin players were sensational with Warren Ege, Joe Lane, Cory Litchard, and Harry Chamberlaine. Even more sensational were Sam Plumb (saxophone), Reg Miner (violin), and Bill Perry (traps). But all such talent was outshone by the brilliance of WernerJanssen, nationally famous pianist, composer, and conductor. As early as 1934 Dartmouth College awarded him an honorary doctor of music degree.

With an ear and a hand for music, Phil Noyes plays banjo in a senior citizens combo which performs in nursing homes. Inmates are cheered by his plucking, which is augmented by trombone, piano, and glockenspiel. For his well-weathered elan vital Phil gives credit to Pat Kaney, who in 1921 advised him to devote 15 minutes daily to setting-up exercises. Phil has ever since Kaneyed himself into lean elasticity. Organs, plural. In Oakland, Calif., Jim Wicker plays daily on his little Hammond Everett (1967) and on his big Hammond Console (1971). On his private putting green, his second diversion, he chides himself: "Never up, never in." About Jim one had better say, "Always up, always out," for his innumerable civic activities keep his body tirelessly and greatheartedly engaged. And his head also. The son of the Dartmouth professor who forced his students to think (and Hanover townspeople also), Jim reads widely in fields affecting social abuses and social welfare. Reading is not enough. He craves action. He wants Oakland and California to fare well, and so there is never a farewell to his creative imagination and philanthropic endeavors. They transcend his city and state and are felt as far away as his hometown, Hanover, and his class and college.

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