1929

The Holy Cross weekend will be long past when you read this. December notes have to be submitted by November 1. The group was smaller because of the great 50th and the lure of other games. The game was full of flukes, but it was a whale of a weekend, with a well-attended dinner at the Outing Club.

In the stadium we sat next to Jack Jacobitti, who says he's sliding from geriatrics to pediatrics. He looks fit for another generation of practice. Staying at Ho-Jo's along with us retirees were Nick Panoras, still selling paper; John Cornehlson, teaching a course at N.Y.U. this fall; Gene Davis, still practicing optometry; Al Porter, selling real estate; and a few others still working. Don't they dare to retire?

Charley Dudley is a busy college president and works with SCORE, advising small businesses. His Lebanon College has 1,000 students and is richly helped by Dartmouth faculty talent.

Karl Pittlekow wrote Archie Crowley a Perilsof Pauline story about getting back to St. Vincent ahead of Hurricane David. "The volcano did far more economic damage to the island. It caused us at Mt. Pleasant little more than inconvenience, three centimeters of ash, requiring a thorough house-cleaning. To the north of us, damage to the banana plantations was severe. Wherever the hot ash fell, the land was burned black, and lava rock was thrown through the roofs of the dwellings. Although our agricultural economy will take a year or two to recover, the world was most generous in its help."

Bob Lyle gives a big "Wah-hoo-Wah" for Trunkie's great reunion job. Bob is working part-time on the census and doing substitute teaching. On the picture book, he writes: "I know a great many of the class will appreciate the revival of the Indian and the cheer. Though somewhat advanced in years, there are a lot of us who don't pussyfoot and roll over at the slightest sign of not loving everything a minority group can protest about."

I'm sure our administration faces too many dangerous pressures to give in to slight signs. Our Cherokee classmate, Rusty Ayers, is on Bob's side, but his first concern is hating to see our boys indulged at Hanover because of the shock they'll get when they're outside and treated as just another Indian. (Rusty uses more colorful words.) I like Rusty's position. We need something more persuasive than old grad sentiments.

Jim Loeb took a keen shot at our presidential primary follies in a letter to a recent ValleyNews. Jim is retired in Norwich but not through making marks.

Jerry Swope died on September 27. We met occasionally at Woods Hole Oceanographic and the Marine Biological Laboratory, where he was a leading force. I remember passing the baton to Jerry in front of the ruck at the Penn relays and anguishing while he let three of the best quarter-milers in the country go by him, so he could have something to shoot at. Those pumping arms and shoulders pulled him through, as usual. A picture of that relay team was still in Leverone the last I knew.

Back now at Dartmouth, Of old friends bereft, We find, in many ways, we've never left; And, musing where so long ago we trod. Know even then we sought our way to God.

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