1964

Greetings once more, classmates! Well, the frost is on the pumpkin, extra blankets are on the bed, and more news is on my mind. Let's begin with a few blurbs and build up to massive anticlimax.

Kurt Kaiser has returned! To Boxford, Mass., that is. Kurt and his wife Christin, with children Nicole and August, have once more taken up rural living in New England. Residing with the Kaisers are a Jersey cow, various ducks, sheep, pigs, and rabbits, and transient veal calves. (What, Kurt, no maids-a-milking or geese-a-laying?) Kurt concerns himself with physics (I assume, Kurt, you mean here the definition of physics as medicines that purge, cathartics), while Christin watches where she steps and the kids run the farm. It must be noted that young August looks like his grandfather Doppelguager, once more proving the fact that Teutonic blood runs thick.

Larry Mitchell writes that he and Denise have also returned. After almost three years in Puerto Rico, they are home in Auburn, Calif. Larry is now general manager of Hewlett-Packard's Roseville terminals division. Larry was responsible for setting up HP's manufacturing facility at Aguadilla in Puerto Rico. Their boys Bruce, 16, and Scott, 12- miss the Caribbean beaches. (Oh well, now they can become real Beach Boys, if they can relate to that ancient form of music: "Get around, get around, we get around. . .")

Perry Butler has done it again in the form of Aldis Perrin Butler III. Jo and Perry are obviously proud of having presented us with another penguin.

Dr. John Carpenter (let me cut out this doctor stuff and refer to him as Carps) has been appointed dean of the school for Continuing Studies at Rider College in Lawrenceville, N.J. Carps has been an assistant dean since 1977. He now assumes control of approximately 1,200 part-time students in a variety of credit and non-credit programs. From 1972 to 1977, John was at the University of Illinois, where he earned his Ph.D. in higher and continuing education. He is now on the Kiwanis board of directors, coaches a variety of juvenile hockey teams, and was president of the Lawrence Little League. (Could he be preparing himself for the presidency Of the National League, now chaired by a Dartmouth grad, whose name slips my mind? My advice, Carps, is to stick to being a dean. You look like one. But please, don't speak like one.)

Now for the grand finale, the coup degrace, the piece de resistance. The whole magilla! The "Oar" has spoken in that cryptic, transcendental tongue "cocktail talk." (This is the fifth tongue, besides faculty talk, administration talk, college president talk, and dean talk and was overlooked by your humble secretary.) For those of the great un-washed who don't kow who the Oar is, it's his eminence Bob Field. Naturally, after all this buildup, Oar has nothing particularly profound to say; but his news is, as it were, interesting. He and Tibbie visited Brad andBarbara Evans in London (i.e., Chelsea), England. They all convened at an Australian pub where they anticipated the imminent victory of the kangaroo. Brad keeps up the Morgan-Stanley image in London, but after quaffing a few libations with Oar, confessed that he misses Gotham City. Brad, like Carps, coaches Little League in London. (I say, good show!) Bob and Tibbie also enjoy the agonies and ecstacies of Little League baseball and soccer in Manchester, N.H. (One of the colonies.) Bob practices law (you would think he'd have it down by now) for Sheehan, Phinney, Bass and Green in Manchester, N.H., where he is primarily active in the Bank of New Hampshire Corporation.

Well, that's it for this year's Little League issue. Oh, I think the guy's name is Warren Giles president of the National League. See you all next month. Bye.

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