1940

Shades of Carnival 1939! Plenty of snow - creaky, crunchy, cold - and bright sunshine on a crisp day. Similarity there is, but three basics are lacking - snow sculptures, the Hanover scene, and pretty young dates to escort. My locale is Cleveland, but according to the news, the scene is repeated from West to East in the northern tier of states.

To warm you up a bit, let's hear the news from Art Ostrander in Mesa, Ariz. As happens to all of us, he added another candle to his birthday cake a few weeks ago and acknowledged the greetings of his fellow '40s. He sends thanks for the class resolution of appreciation by stating: "It does make a guy feel good to know that 12 years of labor of love is appreciated." Art was under the knife again last November 12 to repair an aortic artery aneurysm plus bypasses to both femoral arteries, and has recovered pretty much from the surgery. He and Cassie had dinner in early January with Gordy Wentworth and Gordy's brother and sister-in-law who reside in nearby Scottsdale. A repeat get-together followed at Art and Cassie's.

Ostrander's name may not be on the letterhead as head agent this year, but his thoughts are with Ted Miller and his newly assumed duties. Art notes the $100,000 target assignment for Ted with misty eyes, for he had tried and failed to hit that number the last three years. So it's " '40 OUT!" Sign on with Ted if you haven't already. Ted wants all A.C.A.'s on board and about 15 more. Looking for meaningful responsibility for an always great cause? Then sign on with Ted. Retired and want to be useful? Then sign on with Ted.

Sticking with those fellows in a warm climate, we had a letter from Art Mountrey, who makes his home on Hilton Head Island, S.C., after 30 years in the Big Apple. "Retired as per schedule a couple of years ago as vice chairman, Compton Advertising Inc., and settled here. Hilton Head and Madison Avenue have one thing in common - alligators." Art supports wife Margie and himself "with regular contributions on the 19th hole from Fred Eaton and Ed Fell '41 and occasional contributions from Bumstead as he periodically wanders through."

Received another note from Hilton Head, this one from Fred Eaton, who reports that he and Peg had a wonderful summer on Martha's Vineyard. They left the Vineyard October 6 and reached Hilton Head two weeks later, having gone via Hong Kong, China, and Bangkok. Fred indicated that he was anxious to return to their other island so he could get back on track supporting his wife and their flair for travel with regular contributions on the 19th hole from Art Mountrey. He reports all five children and one grandchild are well.

Sid Phillips, living in Janesville, Wise., and a professor of business administration, has a sign posted on his office bulletin board reminding himself to take life in stride. It reads, "Illigitimi tatum non carborundum est," which, when given practical translation, means, "Don't let the bastards grind you down." Says Sid, "This is more than a little fitting this year, because I have 153 students in four classes where the maximum seating is 40 or 41. Needless to say, this is a large student work-load for university teaching, and this year we are wall- to-wall with business administration students." Sid and Jane visited the real Phillips bread-winner in Seattle last summer - daughter Patty. She is purchasing agent, inventory control manager, and factory hand for a small 12-member bread-making operation, specializing in natural health food bread. Sid and Jane's sons have earned engineering degrees.

We were all delighted that Hi Belding had recovered sufficiently from ticker problems spring before last to return to Hanover for our 40th. Recent word is that Hi has found it necessary to retire from his private practice of general surgery after 30 years, due to recurrent coronary and pulmonary disease. He and Nancee continue to reside in Riverside, Calif. He remembers "with great joy" the 40th. Could it have been a true effort of love that brought you East for the grand occasion, Hi? If you can't write to me, fellas, at least drop Hi a note at 5484 Apricot Lane (zip 92506). He'd love to hear from you. (Ed note: Me, too!)

Stet Whitcher continues to shake the bushes for real live '40s who have lost their habit of paying class dues. When he gets a bell-ringer, he often gets a nice letter, and one of these came from Emory Eldredge. Emory's home is now in Bethesda, Md., and he works for the E.P.A.'s Office of Pesticides Programs and has "a slot that keeps me on a schedule tighter than I prefer." He is aware that Bu Hayden lives literally around the corner and regrets never having gotten over to shoot the breeze with him. Surprise the man, Bu. Switch to the offensive backfield and make an endaround-the-corner play to Emory's house.

Via Ort Hicks '21 comes a message from Slammin' Sam Snow. Sam said, "On the reverse side you will see the good fortune I had playing in the Cotton Bowl {Tennis} Tournament {Dallas, December 29}. This is a huge tournament, and the Texans contend that it is the biggest in the world since there are 1,500 participants in all age brackets starting with 12-year-olds and going all the way up to the 65-year oldsters like myself." A flip of the page showed the tournament results: "Men's 65 Singles, Finals, Sam Snow def. Hugh Warren 6-0, 6-0!" (Exclamation point mine!)

Since the last issue, word of the death of two of our classmates has been received - those of Henry B. Coleman and James Malaney. To their families we express deepest sorrow.

The class of'38 was well represented on the cruise of the Vistafjord last September by (from left toright) Bob and Dottie Frese and Frances and Lew Parker.

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