1936

"... The sturdy sons of Dartmouth-/ Though round the girdled earth they roam,/ Her spell on them remains ..."

One thing that history can never say about the class of 1936-that, they were immobile. No way! First, look at the mileage compiled by over 129 classmates as they streamed back to the 45th. And now, reports coming in from all across the country indicate that age and retirment are purely a spur to the spirit to move out and see what really is on the other side of the mountain (or ocean). Let's skip for the moment the Bill Wyman and Harry Coronis hegiras to Greece and the surrounding sceneries. More (undoubtedly) on them later.

Bill Gray writes that sandwiched in between a 45-day freighter cruise to Chile and a monthlong August sojurn in the mountains of Virginia, he and his wife Jean took in reunions in Manchester, N.H. (where he ran into Louis Benezet) and Staunton, Va. Now they are headed to the Virgin Islands with Bill's brother Donald '39 and then on to Florida for the winter.

While they are in the Virgin Islands, they best look up Art Davidson and his wife Peter who, after a flying trip to Glacier Park before the fall snows close it down, will be retreating to St. John in the U.S. V.I. Their place, "East End," was "very remote until the dummies paved our road," he reports.

And then there is that übiquitous traveler Ed Nielsen, who, after a short run from Ft. Lauderdale to Dallas, took off on a flight to South Africa to meet with some friends on a ferry flight.

Dave and Shirley Fox celebrated his retirement by retreating to Austria and Bavaria for a couple of weeks. Not to be outdone, however, Paul and Cathie Lynch, having shed the secretariat for 1936 and abandoned the role of wandering barrister for NBC, took off for some time in the sun and surf of Bermuda, a wellearned vacation.

On the West Coast, Norb and Pic Hofman couldn't resist the call of the still North and the hill-winds, so came east to visit their tads in Canterbury, N.Y., and to take in at least one of the home games at Hanover. Norb will be covering a lot of miles in the years to come-both physically and by phone-as he has accepted the post of 1936 head class agent. With Norb's native inventiveness and Bob Fernald's able tutelage, we are all confident that the job is in extremely good hands.

After the reunion, Bob and Jeanne Ervin continued on to St. Stephens in New Brunswick, Canada, to visit his 88-year-old mother. Jeanne's mother died on August 27, 1982, at the age of 93. Nevertheless, the Ervins have the distinction of being one of the few couples at the 45th with each having a living mother-inlaw. Bob and Jeanne extend an open invitation to any 1936er coming to lowa City for a University of lowa home game to stop by at #1 Melrose Place, adjacent to the stadium, for lunch, a pre-game drink, and a parking place on their front lawn.

The whole class and many others are familiar with the activities, achievements, and travels of Larry Jump, who converted Colorado from a forbidding wilderness to a skiers' paradise. Occasionally even the best of us have bad days. Larry writes: "The 'news' I send doesn't seem to ever make it into print. I'm not surprised since it appears that the same names crop up in all the class notes, and while a few are familiar, most are not. I can assume that most classmates are not interested in my observations or peregrinations. For this reason and because I move a lot and seldom get the ALUMNI MAGAZINE on a regular basis, as they get lost or thrown out, I suggest you save the expense of mailing it to me along with all the other letters coming out of the College, because the way it is mailings to me cost more than I give to the College or class, so it is plain stupidity to go on this way. And for the $15 I can get two cases of Coors. Looking at the pix of the reunion, I doubt if I could recognize anyone. Can you imagine being in Hanover and not knowing one soul?"

Thank you for writing, Larry; may I make just a couple of comments on the issues you raised. First, according to 60 Minutes, Coors (and I sure enjoyed their product when I lived with Courtney Catron in Englewood) is in deep trouble. And I challenge you to come to Hanover and not run into someone who knows you or with whom you suffered through Freshman English or Smut I and II.

There are more many more moves and adventures to report, but I've run out of space for November. I'm sorry to have to include in these notes word that we have lost three more of our classmates. John M. Squiers of Old Lyme, Conn., was killed in an automobile accident July 31. And Allen B. Bunker of Tucson, Ariz., died in May, and Douglas J. Miller Jr. of Tampa, Fla., and Brevard, N.C., in September, both from heart complications. The deepest sympathy of the class is extended to the families.

But let us end on a happier note. Our ebullient class leader, Bob Fernald, has officially been made vice president of the Dartmouth Club of Southwest Florida (Naples).

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