1932
Thirty-twoers — around the world they go!
Harry Rowe of Grantham, N.H., has written in to say that he has been fully retired for nearly three years. He states, "Our '68 son designed and built a house for us in Eastman, a 'controlled environment community,' where our '64 son sells property. Winter sports are great in this deep-freeze country 30 minutes from Hanover." After a visit to Eastman, it was interesting to note Harry's remarks that, "Most 375 houses are second homes. About 50 of us are 'year rounders.' " Apparently one of the great interests of this group is to attend the games of the Dartmouth hockey team, and Harry reports that Warren Hallamore came up from his home in Bermuda for a week of winter and a game. They had a mini-reunion between periods with Howdie Pierpont and Ben Drew. Harry sees Johnny and Rita Richardson fairly often "either in their mountaintop home at Quechee, Vt., looking out at Mt. Ascutney, or here amid our birches above Anderson Pond, or for dinner at a restaurant in Hanover or Woodstock." He informs us that "the Richardsons are great travelers and always have been. Right now they have an added incentive, because their daughter is living in Rome." The Harry Rowes themselves are avid travelers, and they flew off to Lisbon in March, rented a car, and drove by easy stages to Cintra, Obidos, north to Santiago de Compostela in Galicia, thence to Avila, Toledo, Madrid, and back to Lisbon via Evora. They did this trip, he says, "to avoid the mud season in New Hampshire." That's the same trip the Cleaveses and Walsers took two months later last year. We should organize it better and have a mini!
Bo Wentworth sent a card from St. Croix in late March indicating that he was on his way to a meeting in Bermuda. The previous month, Bo and Ginna, as well as Bo's brother Gordon '4O and classmates Bill and Sonya Allyn and Whitand Dorothy Daniels were on board the M.S. Argonaut for a fascinating trip to Egypt. Bo's letter gives us an enthusiastic and vivid description of this voyage, saying, "We flew to Cairo and boarded the ship at Port Suez, then sailed up the Red Sea to Safaga on the Egyptian coast opposite Luxor and Karnak on the Nile. The ship waited while we made two consecutive allday journeys, one by bus to Luxor, Karnak, and the Valley of the Kings (burial ground for countless pharaohs through the ages), three hours drive each way, and the other by bus and plane to Abu Simbel, location of the temple of Rameses II, on Lake Nasser above the Aswan Dam which created the lake." Bo predicts that Lake Nasser will someday become a great tourist resort. Their ship sailed to Aquaba and to Elath in Israel, where they took excursions to a Bedouin camp in the Wadi Rum and to the ancient city of Petra. After returning to Cairo, they flew home and took a busman's holiday visiting the Tutankhamen exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum in New York City. He says of this, "It was beautifully presented but slightly anti-climatic after visiting Tut's tomb in the Valley of the Kings and all the artifacts in the museums in Cairo." Bo terminates his interesting letter with this comment: "All in all, it was a great trip, and since it was sponsored by the Dartmouth Alumni College and had a fine Dartmouth professor, Matthew Wiencke, as leader, the atmosphere was distinctly 'green' despite the absence of vegetation on land or sea!"
As for your secretary, after some 47 years of safely walking through such tough areas as 'The Street Called Straight' in Damascus, the Kasbah in Algiers, the many souks in North Africa, the Pauli red light district in Hamburg, Boogie Street in Singapore, Soho in London, and the waterfront in Marseilles without incident, I finally got mugged for the first time in my life in front of my own house in Hollywood, Fla.! In mid-March, at about 10:00 p.m., five teenaged blacks jumped out of a car and surrounded me, holding two revolvers in front and a shotgun in the back of my neck. "Whitey, this is it," they said menacingly, and as I was reaching to hand over my wallet, the shotgun went off and a blow in the back of the head knocked me out. Awakening in the middle of the street in a pool of blood, with my pockets turned inside out, I thought I had been shot in the back of the head and was a goner. Luckily, the hoodlums had only butted me in the back of the head, and the shotgun had gone off at the same time without hitting me. Eight stitches and a mighty big headache later convinced me that I should leave the country temporarily during the months of May and June for a safer stay in the Balkan countries of Yugoslavia, Bulgaria, Rumania, Hungary, and Greece. Around the world we go, '32ers.
Your obedient servant,
Dwarfed by the wonders of Upper Egypt last February were, from left, Dartmouthtravelers Bill Allyn '32, Ginna Wentworth, Sonya Allyn, and Bo Wentworth 32.
911 North Northlake Drive Hollywood, Fla. 33020
