1948
His '48 classmates, especially his many brethren in the medical profession, will raise an enthusiastic mug of Eleazar's best for Jerry Lucey, professor of pediatrics at the University of Vermont Medical School in Burlington. In November Jerry was named a Clifford G. Grulee Award-winner by the American Academy of Pediatrics at the academy's annual meeting in New Orleans. The Grulee Award is given annually for oustanding medical services to children. Jerry was one of only three doctors in the nation this past year to earn such outstanding recognition. (A UVM compatriot was one of the other two, thus giving some idea of the high standards of medical attainment in the Burlington area. Both of them, well-recognized clinical practitioners, were also named last year in The Best Doctors in the U.S., published by Harper and Row.) Jerry has contributed greatly to medical literature, being the author of over 120 scientific articles and many books on pediatrics. He's also chief of newborn services at the Medical Center Hospital of Vermont, has greatly contributed to pediatric education as editor-in-chief of the journal Pediatrics. and his many honors for his work include the 1981 N.Y.U. Bellevue Pediatric Alumnus of the Year Award, the 1974 Duro Test Great American of the Year Award, and many other citations from various international medical societies. Jerry, you make us proud. An Indian yell of thanks from all of us.
Moving 3,000 miles west from Vermont to San Francisco, it was good to talk to Ed McLaughlin, with whom my last contact had been 34 years ago on a day in June when John Sloan Dickey handed us our sheepskins. Ed grew up in Newton, Mass., where he played hockey at Boston Latin before doing the same in Hanover. After Dartmouth and Tuck he worked a few years for Scott Paper and enjoys mentioning that he and an associate tried to recruit Dave McLaughlin '54 (not a relative) from Tuck for their company in the middle fifties. Ed then went west, got into various areas of the investment field, completed raising a family of four children, and now enjoys a quintet of grandchildren when his duties with Paine Webber permit. His friends will remember his sense of humor, but Ed becomes nostalgic in talking of Hanover, to which he returned for the first time in 15 years in January. Hanover. . . very moving, impressed, looked fine . . bitter cold!" He has volunteered to be one of Ken Young's Alumni Fund agents, so please give Ed some encouragement when he calls, as no one easily asks for greenbacks.
Speaking of the '4B head agent, it is no secret that Ken is a fine golfer. (Witness his playing in the pro-am at Jack Nicklaus's course each year in Ohio.) It is not generally known, however, that he has held the championship in every golf club to which he has belonged. The ninth and latest resulted this year from a tourney held at the Del-Aire Country Club in Delray Beach. (No wonder Phil Ruegger didn't stop when he played right past the back of Ken's house on the course earlier this spring. Hope you fellows get together next time.) Ken would welcome any '4Bs who happen to visit his area, and he promises any winnings will go to the Alumni Fund. Imagine his surprise recently when the hiring committee of his club, in seeking references from a young employment candidate, was offered a letter signed by our Jerry Zins, former president of the Westmont Country Club in West Orange, N.J.
Lan Macartney cells with still unbelieving awe that he and Carla attended one of the great Dartmouth parties of the century at the wedding in March of his son Hal '76 to Sandy, the daughter of Howie Smith '52 of Marblehead, Mass. Some 50 Dartmouth friends ranging from the class of '23 to the present from all over the country and from Canada were on hand for the three days of festivities which centered around the leased town hall in the old Salem of witches' fame and flowed into various other watering places around the fabled North Shore area.
Some readers may visit New Hampshire's North Country this coming summer. As a former resident who knows the Granite State, I offer the following spots worth seeing if you get into the White Mountains and want scenery of note.
If we were in southern New England and had only one day, the following program would appeal. We would head north on 1-93 out of Beantown into the beauteous Lake Winnipesaukee area, with perhaps a quick side trip eastward to Squam Lake to see the unspoiled emerald world where On Golden Pond was made. Then we'd move on to gaze up in wonderment at Hawthorne's "Great Stone Face" in Franconia Notch above North Woodstock. Next, we'd ride the nearby aerial tramway to the top of Cannon Mountain, noting the ranges on all four sides from the summit, particularly Mts. Lafayette, Lincoln, Liberty, and Haystack to the north, with ghostly Washington and the Presidential on beyond. Afterwards we'd phone Walt Cairns in Franconia town to congratulate him on the country he loves.
Next, a spin north to Route 302 and east from the crossroads hamlet at Twin Mountain would take us into deep, majestic Crawford Notch. Here, the massive peaks on the right, topped by Field and then Carrigain, outline the old railroad high above the spectator. This ancient track along the high cliffs from Littleton to North Conway is a relic of the railroading past that unbelievably still carries one train per week for Canadian National. (Construction of this track would perhaps not be a tenth wonder today, but when it was built in the last century . . .!)
And if we had the time before Crawford, still wanted adventure, and didn't mind the occasional flake of soot, we'd take the three-hour ride from Marshfield to the top of New England and back on the old Mt. Washington Cog Railway. This is a fascinating experience due to the train itself, the singular mountain you're climbing, and the other peaks around you. (Mt. Washington can have sudden Arctic weather, so take your sweater.)
Next, in passing through the Notch to Conway, we'd call Gordie Mann to seek his advice whether to head west over wild Kancamagus Pass through the Pemigewasset Wilderness to Lincoln and back on 93 or to go south on 16. Choosing Route 16 on this particular day, to see the Ossipees, we'd stop in the twilight in the birch grove next the road opposite the 1 pond to take a long look up shadowy Mr. Chocorua of Indian fable fame. We'd look'anlisten. Then, with a full day of special beauty behind us, nightfall would find us reluctantly on the way back to the city hope these directions help you enjoy the White Mountains which, for me, still retain beauty and magic.
In closing I'd like to ask that all of us wish . quick return to good health for Emeritus Dickey, who led Dartmouth during most of our days on campus so many years ago (Or was it only yesterday?) I believe he would appreciate your support.
Gordon Alexander Thomas '49 was presented with an Alumni Award on May 7 for his "sustained work" in career, community, and college. General counsel and vice president of ITT Continental Baking Company, he has been active in the Legal Aid Society and Afghan relief efforts, he has taught at a local college, he has been a director of the Westchester County Committee, and for Dartmouth he has been president of the Alumni Council, served his class in many roles, and been honored with 1949's Gold Pick Axe Award.
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