1983

New, strict (uh-oh) column deadlines require me to write this two months in advance. So instead of dusting out the mailbag and resurrecting old tired data I'll now have more of an excuse to be downright fanciful. You'd better write, folks or risk the consequences. Future careers and peace in your domiciles are at stake.

I write as the Olympics end, and as you read, the football season of green machines, Alpha Delta, and hip-hip-hurraying is traditionally upon you. After a long, steamy summer for most 83's who experienced their first working summers (pining for summer camp?), fall appeared like a welcome breeze. For us late-blooming types, fun prevailed throughout the summer before real-world commitments hit in the fall. Rich Walsh is working in Boston after wildness on the Cape also a time-honored tradition. Wendy Oatis is employed in D.C., where she had spent a leave term. Phil Kalfas is coaching and teaching in Ohio. Wedding bells are being planned by Jeff Lamb and Dianne Nesto '84 Jeff with B.E. in hand from Thayer School. Mike Gnoutchneff ("Gooch" to you, SteveWebster shake off that banking patina) will be entering the Russian Orthodox seminary in upstate New York during October sometime. Radar-tracking and the latest technology show us no sign of either Rich Goldman or Rich O'Connell (and his multipurpose corporate future.) Letters, please.

I am sure tons-o-weddings have escaped my watchful eye as our class begins the marrying fever malady that young alums are prone to catching. (Dread disease, that . . .

but let's not editorialize and lose more respect for the press.) Of course we have Loren Bachelder and Jim Mitchell in North Edgecomb, Maine. Charlie Morrison and hometown sweetheart Nancy Warden were married July 21. John Mecke, who left during our sophomore year, has announced his engagement to Bridget Janson, a fellow native of Grosse Pointe, where he works. The wedding is planned for September. Steve Batha was married to Margo Bendix, a Holyoke '84, on June 30 and rumors fly via the class newsletter and the mouths of tri-Kap bro about Jim Scoville and friend Cynthia, a Holyoke '83. Cubby has not informed the public officially on newly-monogrammed stationary. Best wishes to all I'm sure there are more blissful types out there, so do write in and boast you deserve it.

This column is soliciting any black-and-white pictures of illustrious 'B3 classmates engaged in activities suitable for Dartmouth print. (Just be careful what you send in . . . you may lose your crown. Rats. And you felt so respected parading about with Vaseline on your teeth . . .) This is a serious offer, despite the snide comments. The Magazine has space (and lord knows this column could use a kick) for alumni-gathering pics and other newsy photos so get in touch with me. Please avoid the drink-in-hand shots although I personally am collecting photos of happy alumni in whale pants for a new designer line of wallpaper for suburban bathrooms. Order now and receive a free toilet paper roll embossed with all three (three, count 'em) of your initials in gilt. Oh now, really.

Graduate school beckons this fall for some Maggie Kim at the University of Chicago in religion, Maureen Bunce (and other '83s, I'm sure) at Dartmouth Med, Peter Barbur and Natalie Hulen at NYU Law, Rhys Robinson and Jeanne Balcolm at Johns Hopkins, Glen Eddy at B.U. Law, and KenHudnut at Columbia in a Ph.D. geology program. (All work and no running/skiing/rowing makes Kenny an educated boy. Be careful.) Dee Willis begins at University of Illinois architecture school further proving that there is life for a Glenn Miller fan from Chesterton.

In the miscellaneous file, Harlan Clifford had an editorial published in Newsweek entitled "A Step Away from the Dust Bowl" on June 4 where he was described as a research associate at the Rocky Mountain Institute near Aspen. Jenny Cheshire is assistant for institutional research at the University of Tampa back in her stomping ground of old. Karen Reed stomps around as usual as assistant to the dean of students at Emmanuel College in Boston and spreads rumors about Phil Ruder and Chris Herbert and a 25-inch color TV in Somer ville. Thanks go to Bob Goldman and Kelly Fowler, who organized a mini-reunion in New York this past summer so long ago now to you, dear readers. Considering we now have the deferential status of older alumni (with those whipper snapper '84s getting out to experience the world), do consider getting involved with the class and especially saving Wilbert and me from writing only about our buddies and their eminent successes which they pay us to report. Remember, this column is the latest self-help tool. In the words of Oscar Wilde, "To know everything about oneself one must know all about others." Let us know about you.

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