1921

It's not surprising to receive further comments, this time from Bill Perry Sr., about "the amazing professionalism of our expresident, G. Harry Chamberlaine, carrying out a complete memorial service from beginning to end except he didn't write 'Dartmouth Undying.' " Yes, Bill, all of us at the service were deeply impressed.

In the same letter, Bill praises the wonderful gift of Furb and Mary Haight for the women's athletic facilities. Bill reminds all of us that in 1968 Furb had a very vigorous letter in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE trusting that we not follow Yale and Princeton in the pursuit of coeducation.

Many of us have come to see it differently, continues Bill, and now we feel that in today's world Dartmouth is a better college for the change to coeducational status. Bill feels strongly that 70 to 80 per cent of the graduates should contribute to the Alumni Fund. Perhaps other classes will adopt Don Sawyer's techniques to reach that 80 per cent pinnacle.

In case some of you have forgotten, Bill Perry spent a lifetime making boxes. His factory was at Cambridge, Mass. Instead of retiring to Florida, Bill and Edith have settled at Hanover, where he can be close enough to continue working for Dartmouth, which he has been doing for 60 years.

In closing, Bill mentions that he would be much disturbed (as all of us would) if the College accepted applicants only on the basis of marks, in which case the female percentage of admissions could outnumber the males.

On a trip to Spain in 1960, our companions were (let's call them Smith because at this late date I cannot remember their name) a couple whom we met on the ship going over. Meeting again at the Palace in Madrid, we were having lunch in the big dining room when I said,

"Ladies, look at that real aristocratic gentleman standing at the entrance - a true Spanish grandee, if ever you saw one." Yes, they agreed. Meanwhile, the maitre d' approached the party to conduct them to a table. As they neared our table, I not-so-softly said, "Good Heavens, it's Prexy Hopkins." Prexy heard me; he stopped, and I introduced Martha and Mrs. Smith, at which point she said, "Why, Mr. Hopkins, your brother Louis is our best friend." Dr. and Mrs. John Bowler were Prexy's companions. I knew John - I had been his patient a few years previously. It was a happy meeting.

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