1947

Classmates: We've come to mid-October, I am writing for a November 1 deadline, and the issue is scheduled to appear in late December, but want to bet? It may appear in early January. I'll try to keep that in mind, but I may fail miserably from a Christmas spirit standpoint.

As for right now, take a look at our college football status to some a vital statistic. Dartmouth is winning so well, it's hard to believe we're losing. In the Ivy our record is 20-0. Overall, against Army, Holy Cross, and William and Mary, where the ivy only hangs on the buildings, We're 2-3-0. I predict we'll win the Ivy League this year. Even though it is a rarity to see a 250-pound lineman, the Ivy games are exciting. So are the games featuring Nebraska, Penn, Alabama, etc., where a 250-pounder is a lightweight.

About 26 of us gathered at our first annual Norwich Inn mini-reunion October 1 and 2. We half filled the inn and next year plan to fill all 20 rooms. Our hosts were well pleased and were gracious indeed, as shown by the complimentary drinks each evening. We had a wonderful weekend. The weather great, the colors of the maple leaves superb, the game poor, our class meeting productive, and the fellowship just great once again.

It was so good to see Harry "Zeke" andGloria Lanzillo. Zeke's swimming pool business is overflowing, which helps keep him busy as they recover from the loss of their boy, a recent U. Mass. graduate killed in an accident the day before reunion last June.

Jim and Betty Lou Osborne were with us, or at least Betty Lou was with us; Jim disappeared into a meeting for new class agents on Friday afternoon and only resurfaced for the class meeting and dinner. It was a busy schedule for Jim, who takes this job seriously. Jim has goals, vision, and a firmness which says to us that we're really going to move as a class. I'm with Jim.

Ed and Mary Grady were up from Connecticut. Our new class secretary was taking notes galore and even tried wearing the toupee he won at the auction last June. Pat andRuth Martin rounded out the Connecticut travelers. Burt and Marilyn Zuckernik were also there, and George and CarolineBingham joined us with their lively, lovely daughter Susan, an old-timer at our meetings. We did miss Paul and Ann Henegan, who were unable to come up hope all is OK. President Townes Harris and Treasurer Lansing Reed were also there.

For our class profile for this month, I'd like to present Wallace Bradway, assuring him that this will include no philosophical remarks, only informational. Wallace responded promptly and interestingly to my note last spring. He was one of the sturdy band of July 1943 civilian freshmen, as I was. I think he lived in Wheeler Hall because I, living in Crosby, used to cross his path often on the Green. We also shared Pollard's smut class, I believe. I do recall that Wallace was at the top of our class, ranking with such individuals as Cotton Johnson in that respect. The short sentence about him in the 25th yearbook tells a little something and suggests a lot more of interest: "Employed by Art Institute of Chicago." Wallace majored in art history at Dartmouth, then did graduate study at Princeton. He decided to return to New Hampshire and did so as a banker in Jaffrey. But his love was for the art world, and a fine opportunity in that field was soon presented him. The Art Institute of Chicago sought him out and within a year he became museum registrar. He has had the opportunity to see, know, and learn from the many art treasures passing through his office. He supervises the shipping and safety of large temporary exhibits for other museums, in this country and abroad. He has served as curator of the department of European decorative arts. His letter conveys appreciation for the art he has been responsible for, but he adds candidly that a vast amount of dull paperwork is needed to deal with the thousands of works of art submitted as possible gifts each year. He has a vision that museums could have a more exciting or broad personal appeal, but is looking forward to early retirement soon and a return to New Hampshire. Do I sense that bit of frustration that we all feel as we see a vision for our own business that others fail to appreciate? Keep trying on that one, Wallace. For sure we have plenty in that area in New Hampshire. For instance, our own DaveStahl, a director in the New Hampshire Historical Society, would be one good contact.

Phil Booth has received more recognition for his poetry. His college file is bulging with lists of his accomplishments. Now Phil has been awarded the $lO,OOO fellowship of the. Academy of American Poets. He is the 45th recipient, "for distinguished poetic achieve- ment," of an award presented in the past to Robert Frost, Ezra Pound, Elizabeth Bishop, and William Carlos Williams. What an honor to be so well thought of by his peers. He has taught at Bowdoin, Dartmouth, and Wellesley and since 1961 at Syracuse as professor of English and poet-in-residence. He lives in Castine, Maine, with Margaret; they have three daughters, who have made them early grandparents. Congratulations, Phil. I wish that there were some way that this column could give some further insight into Phil's poetry; we are honored to count him among our classmates!

Our "believe it or not" section: My truck on Martha's Vineyard failed to start after I'd tried for an hour. Then, surging awake at 2:00 a.m. that night, I remembered that my old room- mate, Bill Buckingham, now in Seattle, had once showed me a trick with a screwdriver to start my old truck. A 2:00 a.m. phone call (it was 11:00 p.m. in Seattle and Buck and Maurine were just coming in from dinner out) led Buck to believe that I was loaded. But he quickly got the gist and described the starter solenoid switch over the phone: "Touch the wire at three o'clock to the one in front, and bing, it should start." Next morning I tried it, and bing, it started, and I saved a pile of money. After all, what are roommates for?

See you soon!

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