1929

Fred Adams writes from Underhill, Vt., on the need to teach students to write clearly and concisely. After a life of advertising and then teaching technical writing at Florida Tech, he says, "I'd say it again, double." Dick Owsley writes from Boca Raton, Fla., that sage words escape him, but he's glad Mr. Steel made it.

Cal Sorriero dropped by a week ago. He's planning to move to Cape Cod and is already lining up a small business. He writes to Jack Hubbard, "I'm very bitter about the deliberate destruction of so many traditions that were dear to me. The only Dartmouth I recognize now is in my classmates and my memories." Jack's dues letter is bringing in news and dues, including good words from several of our widows. We hope it shows they know how welcome they are, dues or not.

Ed Abbott, after 25 years with the F.B.I., has been working hard to bring a historical museum into being in Big Bear City, Calif., and has been on the local school board for seven years. Stan Piatt is on the boards of the Fund for Peace, the Institute for World Order, and the United Nations Association of Minnesota, and he writes, "I am spending an important part of my time in the growing movement to reduce paranoia between nations, to reduce the threat of nuclear war, to turn the arms race around, and to direct more of our talents and resources into meeting human needs." Enough of us working like Stan would make a difference.

Larry Lougee reports our perennial class bachelor, John Minary, has finally succumbed and joined the married ranks. More word needed. Pete Lundgren sounds great, claims he's "doing nothing and keeping my nose clean." The Dick Browns and Jack Irving Were on the Dartmouth Alumni College cruise to Great Britain, which Jack calls one of the best boat trips he's taken.

Hal Leich married Marian Lloyd in July. More of this good news in the newsletter. We hear Bing Carter has two new knees and can ditch that cane, but Phil Mayher is in the hospital with two bad knees from falling off a ladder while picking grapes. Picking them, mind you. Jack Gunther had a stroke on Labor Day. It sure doesn't show.

Twenty-one members of the class committee met early Sunday after the Yale game and seriously considered a lot of items that will be reported in the newsletter. I'm always impressed with the soundness and consideration of our group when we talk things over.

Here's this month's thought: Full many a man is martyred for some Good

He'd seen as Evil if he'd understood.

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