1941

I've had no further report on the progress of our Class of 1941 Scholarship and so have no up-date to pass on, either in response to the November mailing or on the consummation of the project. What comment came my way was favorable and I assume that we established the fund as proposed, but I've no confirmation. Next month, I hope.

(I'll also hope that you will have already received a report via the newsletter before you read this. The problem with the newsletter is that Steve Winship has had to take a sabbatical from producing it, for health reasons, and a replacement has not been signed up as of this date. Once that has been squared away, you'll again have a second source of information on '41 affairs - one that is timelier than this column, because newsletters travel from the typewriter to your mailbox a lot faster than this does.)

And so to work:

Comes a letter from Harold Mezick, back home in New Hyde Park, N.Y., after his first visit to the North Country since graduation. "Jean and I took a whirlwind tour of the White Mountains. There was 'no room at the inn' in Hanover, so we stayed at Quechee Gorge. At Hopkins Center, met Monk Larson and his wife viewing the paintings. Took a picture of a coed in front of Baker and met three freshmen, one of whom was occupying my old room. We left with a warm feeling that the student body was hospitable, enthusiastic, and well able to carry on the Dartmouth tradition."

Meanwhile, Red O'Connor also came home to New Hyde Park from a journey in the opposite direction, a car trip south to Florida with stops at Nashville's Opryland and Knoxville's World's Fair. Maybe Red is making eyes at Florida, for he says, "Gus Broberg and Brodie Bjorklund gave me undeserved superb references for admission to the Florida Bar."

Dick Hill turned up in the public eye twice this past fall. First time was in October when the New England Council presented him with its "New Englander of the Year award, an honor it gives annually to a New England resident "who has demonstrated a major commitment to the regions economic development, quality of life, regional image, or social service, and who is a recognized leader in community or public service." Then about Thanksgiving time, business pages everywhere took note of Dick's announcement that he was retiring January 1, 1983, as chairman and c.e.o. of First National Boston Corporation and its chief subsidiary, First National Bank of Boston. Dick will stay on for another two years as chairman of the holding company's and the bank's executive committees and then retire for good at 65. The New York Times said that the move was to "establish the next generation of the bank's leadership" and that Dick had been working on the succession for six years. "We have so many good people bubbling up here," he was quoted as saying, "that I feel like a cork in a bottle."

At our local Dartmouth club's fall conclave, the clergyman summoned to pronounce the blessing turned out to be the Rev. George K. Dreher, seated at the next table with his wife Kathryn. George is now into his 19th year as pastor of the Mystic, Conn., Congregational Church. His highlights for 1982 were a summer study at Mansfield College, Oxford University, and the consequent chance to visit with a daughter living in Ascot, England. We both enjoyed, by the way, an opportunity at that dinner to meet and hear Dartmouth's new dean of the College, Ed Shanahan, who was then poised to leave nearby Wesleyan for Hanover. A most pleasant and interesting man whom I hope all of you have a chance to meet soon.

And a final word from Ira Skutch, who reports faithfully once a year from Sherman Oaks, Calif.: "Am still working in T.V. Will soon be the oldest living game-show director in the world!"

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