1942

Welcome to spring. I will maintain my batting average by lamenting on the rather dismal showing on the part of the Great Class of '42 in the notes-to-the-secretary department.

Many of you might want to send a note to Ben Page, as he is now recuperating from a delicate and difficult operation. He can be reached at 6517 Voss Village Mall, Houston, Tex. 77057. Continuing in the Medicare vein (ouch), Dick Lee's chronic bad back has slowed up his tennis just a whisper, but it did not prevent his spending four weeks in Cuernavaca, Mexico, in an intensive Spanish language course. Ole, ole for Richard. Last month I related the story of Dick Higgins and his unscheduled overnight with the Idemas. Lo and behold, Mike De Sherbenin was scheduled to spend the same night, but he studied the weather map and decided to forego the hospitality and get out of town before it's too late (my love), and made the last plane out of National Airport. All former and current pilots will recall the old adage: "Blessed is the tail wind that prevents the R.0.N."

Continuing with the Idema saga, the avid readers of this column will recall that I reported on Jim's Carnival story for the Russianlanguage magazine. I recently received a very friendly (I presume) note from Jim, which states:

That's very thoughtful of you, Jim, and I offer a popsicle stick to the '42 who tells us what it says. Washington postmarks excepted.

I would suppose by now you have all been contacted by Head Agent Bill Enos or one of his distinguished group of class agents. The cause is more than worthy, the need is immense, and we already have a significant vested interest, so this is the beginning of the largest effort in Dartmouth history. The Class of '42 has always done a remarkably good job, but this is the beginning of a five-year period in which we can truly distinguish ourselves. Please treat the matter with an open mind and an open checkbook.

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