1941

A communique from the National Home Study Council affirms that Dusty Rodes has been reappointed to another term on the Council's accrediting commission, the group that bestows or withholds accreditation to home- study schools. Dusty's been a public representative on the commission since 1977.

Frank Munsey appears to be on the move again. We'd just barely got him settled in Williamsburg, Va., as I recall, and now comes a card listing his current address as c/o Whittaker Corporation, P.O. Box 3838-K, Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. He'd been only a couple years back stateside from practicing pediatrics in American Samoa.

(Actually there are a bunch of other address changes in, but I suspect that most of them are really just guys popping to Florida for the winter and back. So I won't pass any along until there's time to check them out. Except maybe for Lee Trudeau's. He's moved from Lake Sebago, Maine, to Gorham, Maine.)

Last month in reporting on Jack Ripley's death, I wasn't certain what Jack's last teaching position had been. Since then a gracious letter from Joan has brought us up to date. At the time of his accident, Jack was teaching Latin and French .at the Hewlett School on Long Island. In the previous year, she added, "he had taught English to German students in the towns of Dortmund and Langerich, Germany."

We're down to the last of the dues-notice messages for this season.

One is a query from John Tate: "Would appreciate knowing of any Dartmouth alumni in the Bend, Ore., area," John, as you read here a while back, busted out to Bend on early retirement last summer. I checked our class roster and was surprised to find that, on the record, there's only one other '41 in the whole state of Oregon lan Brown in Lake Oswego. Is that really true? (I can't help with alumni in general, John, but rest easy. If the Dartmouth Club out there hasn't found you yet, it soon will.)

Another is an up-date from George Dreher. George has now rounded off 15 years as minister of the Mystic, Conn., Congregational Church. His count is two granddaughters in Texas and a grandson in West Hartford, Conn. And. the rest are just hellos-in-passing from Chuck Frantz in Shavertown, Pa., DickSpillane in West Hartford, and Bob Lawrence in New York City.

Way back before Christmas, Red Taft sent me a tearsheet from Advertising Age with a picture of Dan Provost. Dan wasn't the featured performer though. He was just one of a group toasting the guest of honor, his father, Dan Sr., retired vice president and ad director of Esquire, whose 80th birthday was being celebrated at a Madison Avenue dinner party.

As I write this, Barbara and I are tern- exiled from Block Island and in residence at Essex, Conn., busy with the arrangements for the wedding here in April of our youngest daughter, Sara. Will have gotten back to B.I. in time to turn out next month's column if, that is, some of you guys provided me with something to put in it.

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