1948

The news this month is sparse. This does not necessarily reflect inactivity on the part of the Class, but rather it indicates insufficient time spent digging out the data by your volunteer assistant to Sonny Drury.

Courtesy of Class Prexy Lloyd Krumm, the football dinner honoring coach Joe Yukica (known as miracle-worker Joe) held at the Marriott in Saddle Brook, N.J., on December 8 was the occasion for some '48ers to join the celebration. In addition to Lloyd's wife Joan, Rev. Louis O. Springsteen and wife Ellen, Joseph W. Hickman, and Leslie Thornton were present. Such class tables at College functions have been strongly recommended by our executive committee.

A letter dated March 6, from RichardBredenberg, reveals that Dick may have suffered a heart attack late in February. Before we get too anxious about him, Dick says: "I am taking a month-and-a-half vacation from work, skiing, folk dancing, swimming, tennis, and all the other things I would normally be doing." The "attack" came a couple of weeks after a week of skiing in Vail with wife Huldah. Your editor's opinion is that rampant Calvinism was at work, with the result a severe case of guilty feelings for all those "seven-hour-days on ideal snow conditions." All your friends do wish you and Huldah the best, even though we will not take too seriously your statement: "I've learned my lesson and look forward to a somewhat different lifestyle from now on."

It is terrible journalism to editorialize. However, I never claimed to be a journalist. Last week I was visiting in Montclair, N.J., with some old friends. Their youngest son happens to be the second-highest student in this year's Montclair High School graduating class. I asked where he has applied for college. His first choice is Williams. "Why not Dartmouth?" I asked. His mother pointed to the Time "American Scene" article in the March 12 issue. "Perhaps that's part of the reason," she pointed out.

Returning home, I heard President Kemeny's remarks to Susan Stamberg of "All Things Considered" on National Public Radio. I found his words unsatisfying. As one member of the Class of '4B who refused to join a fraternity because of the racial segregation then practiced, and who on Green Key invited two blacks and their dates to join some of us for a party rather then attend the house parties to which we were invited, the "ice smoke" of discrimination may not signal fires so much as cabin fever, but I don't think so.

In the days of Hoppy and Dicky, Dartmouth was about people, and people values. It sometimes seems that Dartmouth today is more about computers.

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