1949

The demographics of the Class of 1949 published in a 1945 issue of The Dartmouth revealed that 24 members of the freshman class were only 16 years of age when they matriculated. I was a member of that group, as was my roommate Ray Truncellito. Another member was Irl Marshall who, according to a recent corporate news release from Deerfield, Ill., has just been named president and general manager of Duraclean International, specialists in carpet and furniture cleaning. What all this puts me in mind of is that the year 1978 should see the absolute end of the under-50 crowd in the Class of '49.

One. forty-niner who admits publicly to having attained middle age is Maurie Dewey. Maurie is advertising director for Church's Lumber Yards and lives in Union Lake, Mich. A recent article in the Lapeer County Press entitled "The diary of an over-50 marathoner" chronicled the agony and the ecstasy of Maurie's first marathon attempt. More than 2000 participants ran the course that spanned an international boundry, dived through the tunnel from Windsor, Ont., to Detroit, Mich., and wound its last tortuous four miles around Belle Isle. Maurie's reflections commencing at the 18- mile mark tell it all:

"Unchartered territory - I had never run this far. At every aid station I stopped and drank water, ERG, and gatorade. Six miles to go - I was hurting badly - please, God, give me the strength to finish! I had to walk a while. 1 started running again, hoping to see the Belle Isle Bridge. I heard another band playing at the foot of the bridge. The beat kept time with run- ning feet. I gathered a little more strength to get me over the bridge - only four miles to go on Belle Isle.

"I hobbled along. The four miles seemed liKe 26. Finally, a mile from the finish. The U of M band blaring in the distance, the people shouting, performed a miracle. Even though my legs were numb with pain - my mouth and lips were dry, I had quit sweating, I was dehydrated, all glycogen in muscle tissue was depleted - out of nowhere my stride came back.

"My family was shouting 'You made it.' The band was blaring - people were shouting and clapping. I managed to sprint across the finish line. It was over. My time was lousy but I felt like a winner."

International Paper Co. has just named George Hartmann vice president, human resources. George will retain his present post as president of the forest products company's Davol Inc. until a successor is named.

Also on the move is Bill White, leaving his chief actuary position with the New Jersey Department of Insurance to join the American Council of Life Insurance, in Washington, D.C., as an associate actuary. Bill has been with the New Jersey department since 1969 following assignments with Mutual Benefit and Penn Mutual Life Insurance Companies.

Continuing our profiles of class officers, your, newsletter editor is a man I've always associated with music, from his days in the college marching and dance bands to his ever-entertaining piano playing at our fall minireunions. Harry "Skip" Ungar and Manya were married in 1950, live in Scotch Plains, N.J., and have two sons, Paul '73 and Mike '78, who, like their parents, are very much involved with music. Paul is touring the country with a rock band while waiting to get into law school, and brother Mike has built a sound studio in the Ungar basement and is learning the recording business.

Skip is executive vice president of Alex Ungar Inc. of New Brunswick, N.J., and describes his job as "doing whatever my brother doesn't do." When he isn't doing for the firm, both he and Manya are immersed in the politics of education. Manya is chairman of the state P.T.A. legislative committee and a regional advisor for A.F.S. Skip is involved in a group called Public Funds for Public Schools and writes musicals for P.T.A. fund-raisers. His civic work earned him a Man of the Year award from the Scotch Plains Jaycees. He has been a class executive committee member for three terms and, like your secretary, would like hearing from you.

Maurice Dewey '49 completed his first 26-mile marathon this fall. "My time waslousy," he said, "but I felt like a winner."

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