1943

It has finally dawned on me. The dawn is breaking (oh, Marie). Someone has pulled the chain to turn on the light bulb in the cartoon ballon above my head. The light of truth is that, in this rapidly advancing electronic age of telecommunications, people have forgotten how to write a personal letter. It's like priming a pump or milking a cow. We've heard of it, but most of us have never done it. So that's why I don't hear from you. But the enlightening conclusion is that I do travel around and so have decided to intrude on the lives of some of you by calling you on the telephone. The results, without further ado (and there ain't much "ado" around these days, either), follow.

When I was in Los Angeles and called HenryKeck, he kindly invited me to join him for breakfast at the elegant and charming Huntington Hotel in Pasadena, and then for a visit to his office, where he and a partner and a deliberately small staff have been doing inventive and creative work for a wide variety of clients in product development, machine design, and industrial design. He recalled his first consulting job many years ago, when he was asked what to do about some new thing called television. Example of recent achievement: design of a seed-tape machine - seeds placed in water-soluble plastic tape which can be sowed at high speed at uniform depth and spacing, thus permitting use of fewer, higher quality seeds and producing better yields.

Henry's report on classmates: Saw Dr. JimEwing, psychiatrist, several years ago; Jim teaches at the University of Pennsylvania. Visited with Maurice Dampier at a fund-raising meeting; Damp is a consultant, "something to do with oil." Visited Bodie Mosenthal's beautiful home on 25 acres near Hanover; Bodie, in Henry's estimation, is a "fine tennis player."

On to Baltimore, where Charles Cahn is the "old man" in the 11-person law firm of Blades and Rosenfeld. in general practice specializing in family business representation. Son Charles is a realtor in Baltimore. Son James is in his second year at Franklin and Marshall; and daughter Deborah Griffin lives in Highland Park, Ill. As a teenager, she was a national division show-pony champion, and now teaches learning-disabled children.

in Ithaca, I reached Marie Andree, Bob being out doing his civic duty at a meeting. Their current interests include snorkeling and cross- country skiing (instead of downhill). She suggested that the change in skiing style was due to "age"; I suggested that "wisdom" is perhaps a more acceptable explanation. The Andrees have vacationed recently in the Dominican Republic. Bob has been a distributor for Texaco in Ithaca for the past 26 years, and son Robert works with him. Son William graduates next month from Colorado State. Daughter Sherry lives in California and is married to a Navy pilot.

In San Francisco, Dr. Art Cohen practices general and vascular surgery at St. Mary's Hospital. He's particularly proud of the surgical residency training program set up there six years ago. He and his wife vacation in New Zealand ("the greatest trout fishing in the world"). Daughter Leslie is in property management in San Francisco. Son Robert is a ski instructor.

The obituary of our distinguished classmate, Judge George Barlow, appears elsewhere in this issue. Of him. The Trentonian wrote: "There is no greater acclamation than the respect and trust of one's peers, and in that regard Judge Barlow was duly rewarded. Young attorneys and newer judges shared a common admiration for Judge Barlow and the best among them sought to emulate him. ... Our corner of the world was a better place for his passing through it."

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