1948

The class of 1948 is about to place a permanent reminder of its having been there on the Big Green campus. For some time there has been thought scattered among the members of our widely-distributed class that we ought to leave our mark in Hanover, that we ought to have a highly-visible rallying point on the campus to show that, in spite of our diverse antecedents, we appreciated and appreciate our College on the Hill. It was our hope that through our class project, Dartmouth would remember that '48 had passed this way en route to various slots in this world we live in prior to the whatever after.

Thanks to the hard work of your president, Lloyd Krumm, and the imagination of our two '48 on-campus representatives, Barney Hoisington and Bob Huke, the project was suggested to the executive committee and others in Hanover last October 27, the morning of the Cornell game. Messrs. Shattuck, Crook,Young, Elliott, Carlson, Van Raalte, the two proposers, and the other '48s who were present, after clarifying discussion, unanimously approved the recommendation as being just what '48 is looking for. Subject to approval by the body of the class via Lloyd's poll, '48 will landscape the front and side of the new Blunt Alumni Center, where the Crosby Hall so many of us knew, or even lived in, formerly stood. We will exhaust the $7,500 in the class treasury to do this (Treasurer Gil Shattuck is reported as saying we're essentially unburdened by debt and still have some dues coming in). A '48 plaque will be mounted on a stone in the area to give our class a little long-term visibility and memory to the alumni and students who still follow after us. I believe I'm speaking for the great mass of our class in voicing a great vote of thanks to our classmates who got this project on the road. With a Wah-Hoo-Wah . . .

Another of the good, time-consuming things that Lloyd is doing in an attempt to bring '48s closer together is to organize dinners and gettogethers. Several meetings have been held in Hanover, for example, and last December he helped arrange the first cocktail and dinner meeting in New York City for umpteen years. It was at the Yale Club, the old Dartmouth Club having expired. The turnout was not as great in numbers as hoped for, but those I have seen who were there say that roaring laughter and a really good time were the rewards. In addition to Joan and Lloyd, those present were Sue and Ira "Murphy" Robbins, "Moose" Concannon, Bud Elliott, John Hatheway, John VanRaalte, Jim Schaefer, and Lou Springsteen. Fascinating entertainment was provided by Stan Waterman '46, whose undersea shark movies many of you have seen. (His recent encounters with Great Whites around a floating dead whale off Long Island don't make Jaws seem so improbable.)

Congratulations to Ken Young, '48 head class agent. In recognition of his work in last year's Alumni Fund drive he received the James B. Reynolds Award from the College. This prize marked his hard work and just plain ornery doggedness in persuading 234 of his classmates, 55.5 per cent of the scoring base of 422 men in the class, to participate in the campaign that saw an overall total of 62 per cent of the alumni body contribute to the College. The total amount given by the 234 '48s was $39,216, more than 150 per cent of our objective of $26,000, the first time any of us can remember that '48 exceeded its objective in a non-reunion year. This year you'll have even more work to do, Ken, as the '48 objective will rise to 240 donors. Hope we'll be able to make it easier for you and your other '48 agents this time as a result of the foundation you built last year. (The total College target will be 66 per cent of all alumni this year, a far cry from the 71.3 per cent who gave in 1957.)

Moose Concannon, who now lives in Houston as Young and Rubicam's advertising representative with Gulf Oil's products marketing company, was having lunch in one of the city's better eateries a few days ago with John Hatheway from the home office in New York. Imagine their double take at one point during the lunch when they looked up and saw Bud Munson across the room. Bud was understood to be living in Kuwait, a few light years away, and thus couldn't possibly have been there in Houston. It was, indeed, Bud, however, there temporarily to run the building construction company owned by his Kuwaiti entrepreneur employer. Fellow executive Ray Richard has run the firm for a considerable time, but is leaving in order to have more time to do some of the things, professional and otherwise, that his working life to date has not permitted.

By the time this is read, the beautiful spring of Hanover should have arrived. It may be a little early for that swim in Storrs Pond, but softball by the senior fence shouldn't be far off. Hope these thoughts will lead to word from some of you readers so I can try to liven these notes for your old friends. 'Nuff said till next time.

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