1934

These class notes, understandably, pay most of their attention to the more active and vocal elements of our great class. This time let's spend an opening minute with a few who haven't been seen or heard from in a long time but who do get asked about. What's new, for instance, with Hugh Logan, St. Louis banker? And with Don Davis, Hampton, Va„ banker? Mickey Bloom, are you still a Gloucester fisherman? And Dick Page, are you still a Connecticut dairy farmer?, Ed Luedke, still in Wisconsin hardware? And John Lynch, retired Massachusetts attorney, how do you like living in South Carolina? These are honest questions; replies will be much appreciated and published.

Charlie Pyewell, not heard from for many decades, surfaced at the Smoyers' at Princeton time. He is retired from, first, Carpenter Steel, and more recently, the Pennsylvania Liquor Control Board, and lives with his wife Mary at Barnegat Light on Long Beach Island, New Jersey.

The 40-foot balsam which graced the center of the College Green during the Christmas season was the gift of Helen Clark, Alden's widow. Helen lives in Hanover, but owns some property in Thetford Center, Vt., and it was from that acreage that the tree was felled.

Bob and Mary Engelman, while in Phoenix for Thanksgiving, spent a "delightful evening with Bill and Norma Gilmore. The Engelmans will be in residence in Vail, Colo., for the winter, then in March will take a trip to Egypt with those other Gilmores Harry and Pru. Writes Bob, "Had dinner with Tom and Jean Hicks recently. Torn has stopped making noises about retiring and to the contrary seems to be expanding his business."

Dick Wells reports that he went back to school last year, took training for the real estate exam, and is now associated with a broker in Wayzata.

Hank Werner shares with us part of a letter from Howie MeHugh, whom we haven't heard enough about over the years beyond his affiliation with the Boston Celtics. Unhappily, much of it is sad: "I live alone in a big old house since Betty died three years ago. I lost my older daughter, Mary Ellen, two years ago. She lived in Southport, Conn., and was killed in an auto accident. I still have my younger girl, Barbie. In fact, I have five grandchildren three girls and two stemwinders.

"I'm running downhill here [at the Celtics] and expect to cut my time in half. I've been given a desk here for the rest of my life, so I'll have something to do when the fishing season is over."

Dick Hurd '35, in retirement from the Air Force and the State Department, lives in Playa San Juan, Alicante, Spain. In an apartment directly under Dick are Irving and Lucille Johnson. Retired from his law practice in Waterbury, Irving has recently bought a condominium in Fort Lauderdale, Fla., on the Inland Waterway. He and Lucille will spend winters in Fort Lauderdale, spring and fall seasons in their home in Middlebury, Conn., and summers in Playa San Juan.

You read here last month about Alan Hewitt's battle with the National Library Service, as a result of which he is no longer being called upon to record books for the blind. Alan had held that a reader should be allowed discreet copy-editing privileges. For example, a character in a Dashiell Hammett novel is referred to three times as "the young Armenian," but the fourth time as "the young American." Does that not merit correction? Alan thought so, but the Library people said no, the words as printed are untouchable. A brouhaha ensued.

My fond hope was to resolve the cliffhanger this month with word of a reconciliation, but no. What word we have is discouraging. Alan proffered a charge of unfair labor practice, but the NLRB declined to accept it, on the grounds that he is considered, by the nature of his alleged independence in how he records a book, to be an independent contractor, not an employee. Talk about your Catch 22!

There is some good news to report about Hewitt, however. As this column was being prepared, in mid-January, he was the only 65year-old left in the class, his 66th birthday being January 21. Runner-up was Stan Silverman, who arrived at 66 all the way back in September 1980.

There's another sequel to last month's notess, in whsch Ted Germann asked whether his 12 grandchildren might riot be a class record. Buz Hartman wonders whether he may be a trophywinner, too not for total number of grandchildren but for the youngest crop. "Barbara and I waited a long time and we now have six grandchildren, with another due in February and one in May. When number eight arrives the oldest will be five years and 11 months old."

1 his column has suddenly become heavy with grandchildren, hasn't it? Well, sorry, there's still one more tale to tell. Dick Houck sends a great portrait photo of himself surrounded by five grandsons, all wearing Dartmouth T-shirts. "Everybody thought it was a good idea," Dick writes, "except for Tom, the youngest in my lap, who was about to burst out crying because he'd had to sit so long. I told him to settle down or he'd have to go to Harvard and that took care of it."

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