1976

Throw another log on the fire, folks, because what passes for fall has set in here in Chicago, otherwise affectionately known as Byrnesburg. Time to quit fooling ouselves and stop sipping on gin and tonics, while huddled around an ice floe pretending it's a pool. As my trembling fingers sift through a rapidly-emptying mailbag I stumble upon the following pearls:

According to Tim Frey '75, Bill Saubert has left Arthur Anderson and joined one of its clients, Century Capital Associates of Manhattan, N.Y., a highly regarded investment advisory firm in New York City, as director of finance and administration. Bill and his wife Mary have also recently purchased a "13-room mansion" in Garden City, Long Island. Bill, I'll be sure to call for advice on my investment decisions, which run the gamut of from whether to. pay cash for my dry cleaning or use the installment method to whether to go all out and bet 50 cents insead of the usual quarter on the Big Green in the office pool.

Adrienne Alexander received rave reviews in a production of Shakespeare's As You Like It, at the opening of the new $6.5-million Old Globe Theater in San Diego. While noting the interesting design of the new theater, which was built to replace the original Old Globe that was destroyed by fire in 1978, the Los Angeles Times praised Adrienne for her "vivid and interesting work" as Phebe, an earthy woman who

"reveals her need for some kind of lover almost anybody!" Hmmm ... Mark Friedman reports that he is with Data General in Westboro, Mass., where he initially served as an international sales administrator before moving into coordination of D.G.'s sales efforts with the company's marketing, field engineering, credit, and export departments. Data General is in danger of becoming Dartmouth General with Jim "Seamus" Hourihan and Tom Parnon also on board.

Mary Nolan writes that she's working for Northern Energy Resources, a major coal mining company with principal operations in Wyoming and Montana. Mary is located at headquarters in "cosmopolitan" Portland, Ore., where she's responsible for long-term financial planning and forecasting. While in New York City, Mary saw Patti Slobogin, who's finishing her master's in learning disabilities at N.Y.U.; Bob Bertrand and his wife Esther Cohen '79, who are working in repertory theater; and Bill Vinton, who is teaching physics at St. Johnsbury Academy. No sighting of Bill's brother Bobby.

Lastly, I received a nice letter from Carolyn Kohn who hoped I'd do a good job editing her epistle. I used the famous "Kleinheart" editing policy, wherein the letter is cut into strips, thrown down the stairs, and then reassembled with the strips from the top steps (which obviously are heavier because they contain more ink) getting top grades ... er ... ah ...

billing. Carolyn is engaged to John F. Eckstein III, whom she met at the Lone Star Cafe in New York City (severe urban cowboy motif for you non-cognoscenti) two years ago. John is managing director of Warburg, Paribas, Becker where he heads their financial futures department. Carolyn is a vice president at Bankers Trust, where she's responsible for selling government securities "in the West and Texas, whatever part of the country that is." She and John bought a coop a.t 66th Street and 3rd Avenue in the Apple, which she says will be a welcome change from the mini, one-bedroom she's had since hitting town.

Carolyn reports that Chuck Reach threw a party for visiting Tom Ruegger and his wife Adi. Mark Gamell and his wife Doreen, "the Cricks" with baby son Evan, Andrea Quaid, and Bob "Borris" Fisher made the scene. Although the reviews on Chuck's beer were unanimously good, the chili was recommended for use only if the Pentagon ever takes up serious chemical warfare. The assembled group all complained of working too hard, and Carolyn detected a definite shift toward Republican politics.

As for your faithful scribe, by the time you read this I will have taken the plunge with Kathleen Smith, a lady of great patience, but obviously a deficient judge of character. A good crowd of classmates is expected and a semiaccurate account will appear shortly in these pages. Who knows, with the serious "cleaning up of act" that's bound to occur I might even make my deadline for once. Stay tuned.

Meanwhile the summer mail accumulation has been exhausted, so drop me a note. All letters that begin with heartfelt praises of yours truly are guaranteed publication.

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