1962

FIFTEENTH REUNION

Well, if you missed it, it may be that "you're not getting older, you're getting better." If you were there, you learned that 15 years later it takes half as much and half as long to do twice the damage. As far as can be determined no one expired from his efforts, but a few were most definitely resurrected on Saturday morning and again on Sunday.

Reunion highlights in short form: GordiMcKean retains title as class jock. John Knight wins his own two-mile "run for fun" on Saturday morning. Believe it or not quite a few of us, our wives and children, followed John and Reggie Williams '76 around Occum Pond and back to the tent. Sad to report that TomKomarek was overtaken in the stretch by his son. Rod Hawke waited patiently for Elaine at the finish line (no, he didn't run).

Phil Meyer came east from California to continue to battle Jim Biggs and Gordi Adeyotte on the courts.... Hugh Johnson took on the Hanover and State Police Friday night. (Justice prevailed, however, and a few weeks later Hugh was exonerated.)... WDCR rocked the tent Friday night after a last-minute electrician found a cord unplugged.... Slim Bill Whaley, complete with his '62 beanie, showed off his new form on the dance floor.... The fellow with the hair on the bottom of his head was DanHummel. (He looks like one of the seven dwarfs, only taller.)... Using Dartmouth ingenuity, Jack Fitzgibbon (our trusty bartender-in-chief) mixed the bloody marys in a Thayer Hall milk can with an only-slightly-used broom handle.

Thompson Arena (the new hockey forum) hosted Friday's dinner for all reunion classes. The rink was warmer than old Davis Rink but the food wasn't by the time we found seats on the blue line.... Paul Weinberg spent Saturday morning looking for Miss Gill at Thayer.... Bob Katz remembered Fayerweather and stayed in the Hanover Inn, and Bill Pierce remembered Fayerweather and stayed up all night, both nights.... All that reunion talk about how successful we're all doing surprisingly stopped when John Clark or John Walters strolled around. Still have to hand it to them; we set the record (over $166,000.)... Watch for all the frisbees the next time you see some '62s at a tailgate party.... Class meeting at 2:00 Saturday morning. Best attendance in years, but some question as to what happened.

Saturday's picnic at Storrs Pond featured 200,000 people.... Gordi Williamson learned a lesson from Wil Voltz in handball.

The class dinner at the Bema was rained out (our only bit of bad weather), but within minutes we were seated in Hopkins Center putting away a steak and listening to Dean Manuel (a shorter version of Thad) tell us the latest x-rated episode on campus which somehow sounded like a DaveUsher story.

The blast Saturday night was at the SAE house... The brothers cooperated by moving all the Bonnevilles off the lawn.... This was the first time our youngsters played a major part in the festivities. Next time we'll be waiting for them to come in.

Walt Grudi made his first trip back in 15 years and spent the time denying to his wife that he ever knew "these guys."... Actual count showed around 130 of us in attendance, which varied depending on the time of day. RonTagney supervised the kegs.... Good Ole Boy Hank Sarpy headed up the Southern Bar Association as Colin Harley is now holding forth as a big-city tax lawyer.... Steve Serlin made an athletic come back and ended up on his back at Mary Hitchcock. (Probably went home feeling better than the rest of us.) Still acting the part of the bachelor was Bob Needham who says he keeps a spare room for his married friends .... Zog Loomis, Mike Slive, Jay Pierson, and John Schiffman came all the way from Hanover, and Al Dyner showed up with Candy in tow, putting the responsibility on me.

Just too many names and faces to recall and mention. But you were all there in spirit and remembered with the heoric stories of undergraduate years, seasoned and embellished by the passage of time. It was a good time, thanks to John and the committee.

We picked up a new fellow. John Smith (a graduate student in chemistry in our day who finished his work in '62) showed up and asked to be received as a classmate. Clark passed on his portfolio and he was accepted. Incidentally, that was Clark's last function as head agent. We booted him upstairs and he's your new president.

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