1975

Inebriate of Air am I And Debauchee of Dew Reeling through endless summer days From inns of Molten Blue This excessive verse by Emily Dickinson (The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. 1960, No. 214) sounds as though it could describe celebrants at a Dartmouth frat party. Inebriate of Chi Phi am I And Debauchee of Beer Reeling through endless summer terms

From Hanover Inns of yesteryear Or something like that. I think I lost the meter in the last line, but then, American poets still use imperial measurements anyway. The point is, it's summer, which means the twoweek Montreal spring is over and the real muggy weather can begin. Believe me, I m not complaining I 11 take sunshine over snow any day.

This is the last column of the year (academic year, that is) so I've dug deep into my dog-eared file to ensure I haven't overlooked any news that came my way during 1981—82. To my dismay, I see I missed a November 1, 1981, press release noting that John Posey was named head of the new corporate contributions and community development department of McDonald's Corporation. John joined McDonald s as assistant manager of corporate social policy in 1977 and was promoted to head the corporate contributions department in 1978. He's also active in the Chicago City Club, the Council on Foundations, the Association of Black Foundation Executives, and the Chicago Urban League. Congratulations on the promotion.

Here's an interesting item from Larry Habegger: "James O'Reilly and I have sold a detective mystery novel to the San Francisco Examiner. It is scheduled to begin May 17 to run daily Monday through Friday as a serial for five months. James and I have been working together as freelance writers for the last couple of years, and this is our first attempt at joint fiction. It's also our first big break, which we crafted ourselves, knowing no one at the Examiner when we submitted the proposal.

"Our private detective is Frank Parker, the story is Passage of the Hurricane, and we'll be writing under a yet-to-be-determined pseudonym. For anyone who's interested, subscriptions are available, and can be started by writing to the Examiner."

Raymond Chandler, move over. The title is certainly more punchy and less ambiguous than one I saw recently in Publisher's Weekly. That mystery novel was called The Big Dick. I recall that the author won some sort of prize, but PW didn't say for what.

William Sheehan Jr. was awarded the doctor of optometry degree in March by the New England College of Optometry, the oldest continuously operated school of its kind in the country. Dr. Bill was named to the Beta Sigma Kappa honor society and received the Nikon Scholarship while at the college.

Steve Johnson just got out of the Air Force after almost three years of duty as a dentist in Duluth. When he joined, Steve had hoped for an exotic post, preferably Crete. But the service doesn't seem to operate that way. Steve says he enjoyed his stint in uniform steady supply of pilots with bad teeth, a decent officers' club, a cosy Quonset hut, that sort of thing. He's now making the adjustment to civilian life as an associate w'th a private dental practice in downtown Duluth. He keeps in fighting trim these days by cross-country skiing with his wife Laurie, playing hockey in an "oldtimers' league," jogging, and playing Softball. Steve's probably in better shape now than when he was at Dartmouth. My idea of a workout is to use a manual typewriter instead of an electric one. But seriously, folks . . .

Joe Durham, who recently dined with Rick and Cate Waddell and Gib Palmer at Waddell Manor in Wilmette, 111., is completing his third year of residency at Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago. He'll spend the next six months as a senior surgical resident at Evanston Hospital. Gib, who's still with Travelers' Insurance in Hartford, was en route to a business meeting in Milwaukee.

That's it for this year. I hope everyone enjoys reeling through the endless days of summer.

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