1927

The winters may be tough up here in the north country, but the fall is certainly lovely in Maine, New Hampshire, and Vermont, with the autumn colors and the beauty of the hills. We still enjoy reading those oft-quoted words of Ernest Martin Hopkins, delivered at the opening of Dartmouth's 162 nd year in 1931, to wit: "I would insist that the man who spends four years in our north country here and does not learn to hear the melody of rustling leaves or does not learn to love the wash of the racing brooks over their rocky beds in spring, who never experiences the repose to be found on lakes and river, who has not stood enthralled upon the top of Moosilauke on a moonlight night, or who has not become a worshipper of color as he has seen the sun set from one of Hanover's hills, who has not thrilled at the whiteness of the snow-clad countryside in winter or at the flaming forest colors of the fall - I would insist that this man has not reached out for some of the most worthwhile educational values accessible to him at Dartmouth."

Here is the clean-up of some summer items which we didn't have the space to include in the October issue.

From Georgetown, Me., via Chuck Brewster,Norm and Ruth Swift have a cottage only a few miles away from Chuck and Frances' cottage on the next point, so they see each other occasionally during the summer. The Brewsters won't be able to make the fall reunion since they expect to return to South Carolina in September. Last May they spent three weeks in Iran, where their son is located. On the way, they stopped off in Athens, Mike Choukas' former stamping ground, where they pleasantly found themselves in the same hotel with a group of Dartmouth students who were spending their spring term studying archeology in Greece.

From Laconia, N.H., Mert Cotton broke a long silence. After spending 17 years in banking, for the last 34 years he has been living an enviable life operating a sporting goods store, the Apache Trading Post. True to our stereotype of a successful New Hampshire entrepreneur, Mert wrote in July that he was closing shop for six weeks to go fishin' in the north country. A former saxophonist in the band, he also noted that his horn has been idle for so many years that the pads have all dried up and fallen off.

Not so with Bob Slater, who tenor-saxed with the Barbary Coast to our enjoyment for four years. From Prospect, Ky., he wrote that when the mood and the booze move him adequately, he trots out his Mark VI Selmer sax, puts one of Boots Randolph's records on the stereo and plays along with it as long as the liquid nourishment holds out. Bob retired almost seven years ago as senior vice-president of the First National Bank of Louisville, Ky., and spends much of his time with his wife, Anne, making exact miniature replicas of the rooms in their large home and the furniture therein, down to the last lamp, chair, and table. Most of the work is done under a magnifying glass.

From Sun City, Ariz., George V. P. Marks says that he is spending six months there doing a lot of swimming, golfing, bridging, etc. At some undisclosed date he expects to return to his other home in White Plains, N.Y., for another six months.

Another long silence from Reston, Va., was broken by 'Brugy' Brugiere. He is well and happy, plays a lot of tennis, and swims almost as well (or so he says) and as often as when he was on the swimming team.

Nearby here, in Cambridge, Mass., Bill Elliott celebrated his 50th wedding anniversary last June. At present. Bill busies himself with a little jogging, a little tennis, and a little gardening, plus working a few hours each week at the East Asia Research Center Library at Harvard University.

From Highland Beach, Fla., courtesy of Charlie Fleisher, we received the following toast, which we appreciated and which we pass on to you, namely: "May you have health, love, and money and the time in which to enjoy them." Charlie and Mary spent their first full summer in Florida this year, wisely letting their children visit them instead of travelling to lowa and Venezuela, where some of them are located.

From Frederick, Md., Leon Loeb, who as you know has been partially paralyzed for several years, happily reports by way of his wife, Ethel, that he continues to enjoy life and being waited on by her. They regret that attending the fall reunion would be too strenous an undertaking but promised a toast on that day to all in attendance.

In Penllyn, N.Y., Curt Wright is as busy as a bee, as usual. He is now devoting a lot of time to trying to improve the lot of the aged, infirm, and mentally ill and recently undertook the Ad- visory Board of the Chestnut Hill (banlieu Philadelphia) Senior Citizens Center.

We are sorry to have to report the completion of the following careers: Harold E. Koerner on August 25 and Samuel H. Martin on August 28.

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