1942

And here we go again for all the news that's fit to print about the great class of '42.First and foremost is our return to the winners' circle in the Green Derby race. Dr. Bill Enos and his group of class agents did an outstanding job on, with, and to us with the result being that '42 has once more emerged victorious. I'm not too sure I would like to be the patient when the doctor shows up wearing a Green Derby, but such is life in the world of socialized medicine. The summer mailbag tells me that Don Meads, chairman of Carver Associates Inc., has been elected to the board of the Chicago Milwaukee Corp. And staying with the corporate news, when and if the Burlington Northern Railroad and the St. Louis-San Francisco Railroad do merge, we can greet and salute Ernie Grinnell as vice president of marketing at the St. Louis end of the line. A toot, toot for Ernie.

Returning to the medical world for a bit, we find Frank Bixby, M.D., being elected to serve as president of the Massachusetts Medical Society, the oldest medical society in existence, having been incorporated by an act of the Massachusetts State Legislature in 1781. Frank is a specialist in surgery, so if you have a strong feeling for green sutures, make an appointment now as his term expires (ouch) in June of 1981. Sticking with this topic, a nice letter from Dr.Joe Wilder, of whom we have written in the past. Joes' letter was pure nostalgia, reminding me of the fun and happiness that was Topliff Hall.

When you're browsing through your favorite bookshop, look for Transylvania: Tutor to theWest, by John Wright. If you confuse John with the University of Kentucky's Professor John D. Wright Jr., hold the confusion he was ours before he was theirs.

All was not sweetness and light during the summer as I must report the tragic? death of James H. Rendall, III, son of our Jim andLaura Rendall. Young Jim was killed: in a plane crash in Alaska, and our sympathy goes to Jim and Laura.

Sunday mornings in this part of the country have been pleasant due to the activities and skills exhibited by four fine tennis players: DaveSargent, Al Britton, Wally Farr, and your correspondent. \ I've been authorized to challenge any four '42s to a match (reunions excluded). Please call for an appointment.

Last June I wondered how many '42 jackets were still in existence and still fit, and I'm pleased to report that Dan Seacord, of Medway, Maine, has made such a claim. Dan is sharing his jacket with one daughter and seven moths, but it fits! I still have mine, but the pockets are too small must be inflation.

If this issue arrives in time, drop everything and come up for the mini-reunion, October 18. It's the Harvard game, with a gala party the night before at the Outing Club, the Winship picnic, and the game! If this magazine doesn't get to you in time, read all about it in a subsequent issue.

I hate to close on a rather unpleasant and very personal note, but I feel I must share it with you. For the second year in a row, I have been awarded Etna's Dusty Mailbox Award, and this has a direct bearing on your activity vis-a-vis pen and paper. I'm further troubled by my next-door neighbor, who is an Indian (read Native American), and he gets more smoke signals than I get mail. Help!

Former '43 roommates Church Leonard(left) and Vic Schermerhorn bunked to-gether on a recent Canadian fishing trip.

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