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Top prize for supplying copy for this column this month goes to Hazel Hinman, whose only mildly expurgated letter follows: "If your 'penchant for bicycling' approaches avidity, you might very well consider pedaling into Switzerland. If Holland is good enough for two weeks Switzerland is worth four or more! Even the Alps can be penetrated to a considerable depth with no hill-climbing up the Rhone Valley or up the Rhine. Plus train and bus can take bikes to the high spots, and the downhill runs are fantastic. Some great routes are easilymapped out and trains and buses can forward luggage for point-to-point touring. Or, if you're near our corner, the Hinman buggy carries all the stuff. And, if you're a genuine nut, the hill-climbs are heroically rewarding. More and more folks are taking to the hills: more Americans every year helmets, rearview mirrors, safety flags, Topsiders and shorts, loaded panniers fore and aft."

Sounds appealing, doesn't it? Your secretary and his wife are now scheduled for a bike trip in Denmark when the weather warms, but we will surely report later on if we succumb to Haze's blandishments.

Not long ago we were hanging about the Hanover Inn, waiting for lunch with Dick Cordoza, and wandered by chance into Bob Kirk's wife's boutique just inside the side door of that centerpiece institution of the Hanover Plain. Mary's place is a charming one in which to spend money. She reported to your correspondent that she and Bob had just enjoyed the wedding of their daughter Nan to a Hanover architect, one John Carroll.

We then found Cordoza and heard from him in some detail about the reorganization of the delivery of medical services and education in Hanover. In the process, the Hitchcock Clinic, which has the doctors needed by the medical school and the hospital patients, will go nonprofit. Dick, as president of the clinic, has been one of the principal movers and shakers in this direction and deserves a lot of applause from the rest of us. When the dust settles, the Hitchcock Clinic will have a new nine-person board which will include two '42s Al Britton and your secretary.

A short note from Merrill McLane announces the early admission of his stepgrandson, "or perhaps it is easier to say my stepdaughter's son," to the class of 1987. "Since, as you know, my son Bruce was '72, we look on it as a third generation at Dartmouth." Congratulations to the McLanes.

Harry Jacobs is in the news again, this time as a newly-elected director of the National Defense University Foundation. This institution, established in 1976 by the Department of Defense and responsible to the Joint Chiefs, consists of the three senior colleges of the armed forces the National War College, the Industrial College of the Armed Forces, and the Armed Forces Staff College, along with the Department of Defense Computer Institute. The purpose of the foundation is to be sure that future military leaders have the best possible professional military education. Obviously, this is a big responsibility for our Harry; but given his record, he certainly should be able to handle it.

And from Philadelphia, thanks to Dick Lippman, comes the word that Bob Tyson, professor and chairman of surgery at Temple University Health Sciences Center, has been elected president of the Philadelphia Academy of Surgery, the oldest surgical society in the U.S. of A. Bob's area of special interest is vascular surgery. After leaving us on the Hanover Plain in 1942, Bob got his medical degree from the University of Pennsylvania School of Medicine. We are proud of him.

Heard over the transom - the Huntley Allisons of Longmeadow, Mass., and Quechee, Vt., are off to Bermuda, where your scribe and anyone else in the Northeast surely ought to wish to be.

That's all we have this time. Drop us a line and this column will make you famous forever.

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