1934

If you haven't yet read Jean Kemeny's delightful and discerning book called It'sDifferent at Dartmouth, I urge you to. Enjoy all 200 pages but linger possessively over the two about our own Clarence Davies. Headlined "A Very Special Alumnus," this section is a panegyric and a richly deserved one to Peanuts, and it is notable for being the only instance in which Mrs. Kemeny deals at any length with an individual alumnus.

The sharp eye of Stan Silverman, combing recommended reading in the Key Reporter (Phi Beta Kappa's periodical), spotted a capsule review of Fritz Mosher's "The GAO: The Quest for Accountability in American Government." The Reporter calls Fritz's book "an excellent study of the role this powerful agency, the General Accounting Office, plays in the federal government. . . with cogent analysis and a crisp, absorbing style."

An enthusiastic welcome home is extended to Dave Luck, who writes, "A long-disappeared '34 emerges from his thicket in, yes, Newark, Del. Maybe this intelligence is prompted by my having immensely enjoyed the tape recording of the 45th reunion and wanting to feel like an active member of the class, despite having missed that marvelous occasion. I am retired, yet not retired an emeritus prof from Southern Illinois University yet now a full-time professor of marketing at the University of Delaware. This makes for a splendid situation because (1) Adele and I chose this region as our retirement area, (2) this is a first-class university and campus town, and (3) I am enjoying teaching here more than I ever have. Last night I saw Hank Bryan as ever doing his enthusiastic thing for Dartmouth. [ls it possible to go inside the borders of Delaware and not run into Hank Bryan? Ed.] If any '34's come by, please call and drop in."

Had a most enjoyable lunch in Chappaqua with Mac Collins, who with Mary had flown from Siesta Key, Fla., to New York, driven to Montreal to see Mary's family, stayed with Ginny and Dave Callaway in Darien and come over the ridge to their old home grounds in northern Westchester. I tried to persuade Mac that he has a book in him, but couldn't get him even vaguely interested. Sure, he had all those fascinating battles with Penn Central lease holders, but who wants to take all that time writing them up, and once written, who would want to read them? Mac went to Omaha in June to attend his 50th reunion at Central High along with Bill Ramsey, Bill Baird, and JohnRandall.

Speaking of high school reunions, writes BobRodman, from Boston, "The class of 1930 at Boston Latin School, the oldest public school in the U.S., had its 50th. Among those attending, in addition to myself, were Bill Reid, WalterBryant, and Babe Shea."

Bup Sweeney reports from Scottsdale that he retired at the end of 1972, is "living the life of Riley six months in Arizona, the rest of the time split between Indiana and Michigan."

Suppose somebody stopped you on the street (or in a quiz at reunion) and challenged you to name the guy who was '34 class secretary the longest. Could you do it? Well, the winner wins because, like Grover Clevelend, he had two terms. He's John Foley, who bookended HankWerner and by so doing won longest run laurels by being class secretary for nine years.

There have, to date, been 11 of us. Bet you wouldn't have guessed that many. It all started with yours truly in the fateful fall of 1934. When Uncle Sam invited me to leave the country in 1942, Bill Knibbs took over, and when the same thing happened to him a year later, the honor fell to the late Bill Embry, who carried it to our 12th reunion.

Jeff Jackson then gave the column his special touch until the next reunion, our 16th. Jeff was followed by the aforementioned Foley (16th to 21st and 25th to 29th), surrounding HankWerner (21st to 25th).

Now we begin approaching modern times. Class secretary from our 29th to 34th reunions was the late Ernie Barcella, followed by StanSilverman, 34th to 40th, George Cogswell, 40th to 45th, and now, since the 45th, by the writer of the present lines.

Going even further back in the reminiscence department, I learned the other dayjfrom my bound volume of The Dartmouth for our senior year that on September 23, 1933, Bob Terhune shot a hole in one on the 17th green of the Hanover Country Club. Any aces since then, Robert?

I can think of no better way to end this month's column than to quote Mike Corothers '80, who in his Class Day address in June said something one would think it might take someone much older than 22 to say: "You can go to any other school for four years but you go to Dartmouth for the rest of your life."

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