1934

Last month we looked at the number of moves many '34s had made from one town to another during our half century of reaching for a paycheck. But many did all their houseshifting back in the hometown. From answers to the questionnaire, these four have loved New York, N.Y., all the way: Henry Necarsulmer, Jerry Danzig, Henry Werner, and Alan Hewitt. St. Louis had three loyal sons: Bill Rench, Hugh Logan, and Alexander (Eck) Jones just outside in Kirkwood.

Cleveland also had three: John Anderson,Leon Lindheim, and Bob Morris. Bob was disappointed that his M.S. limitation prevented his returning, but he sports a '34 cap to let the world know where his thoughts are. Winchester, Mass., has two, Stan Neill and Bob Smith, M.D., and so does my old hometown, Dayton, where both residents are still active lawyers: Sam and Marianna McCray made it to reunion, but Bob and KathleenCorwin had to miss since he had a court date set a year earlier by an important client.

Maiden still holds Sam and Ike Fishman, and if we grouped the other Boston area towns together, we'd have these six more to add to Winchester and Maiden: Ollie Sargent (Salem), Walt Evans (Athol), George Ellis (Milford), Bob Davis (Plymouth), Bill Reid (Boston), and Dave Mitchell (Natick). I thought it would be stretching if Art Ward, faithful to Worcester, were linked to the "Boston area" group.

Remember, all this, is based only on questionnaire returns! Next time we'll check out others who stayed in one town but who appear to be the sole '34 representative there. All told 22 percent of the class seem to have been devoted to one town, with five out of six of these back in the hometown.

One of the significant actions at our class meeting in June was unanimously applauding the initiative of the class officers in preparing a plaque to be presented to Jack Shea on behalf of Dartmouth and the class of 1934 in salute to his great achievement that honored all of us winning two gold medals for speed skating in the 1932 Winter Olympics. Since Jack had to miss reunion, the presentation of plaque and "D" sweater was made to Jack at his Lake Placid home by Art Leonard, 1934's resident ambassador to upstate New York. In this Olympic year, we are especially proud to shout that Jack Shea was our Dartmouth classmate.

Setting up that memorabilia room at our 50th must have been an "exhausting" experience for Harry Wallace in the month following he came down with a debilitating case of "summer pneumonia." Of course, if he had needed help in recovering, all he had to do was check with grandson Ben, who, at age seven, in a quiet fireplace talk last spring, had confided he heard that God went to Dartmouth. What class, Ben?

Thanks to the heading on this column, Ferdinand McAllister realized that we were little more than Tappan Zee Bridge apart and that provided me a fine afternoon of sailing on the Hudson. Mac and wife Helen Jane (Hee Jee) live in a house close to Hook Mountain, overlooking a beautiful stretch of the Hudson. It has a dock that accomodates his 18foot sailboat that he can pull in from its mooring and navigate without help more frequently now that he has retired from his post as a teaching surgeon connected with Columbia Presbyterian Hospital. He has done considerable research and pioneered many new techniques for operations and in the process has published some 50 articles. They have had continuing exposure to Dartmouth, with three children, including Tom '75 and Mary '76. One unique hobby Mac has uses his surgeon's skill with a scalpel he does woodcarved pictures of boats, birds, people, local scenes from history it's called "marquetry," I believe. They are breathtaking, and we should insist on a showing as part of our 55th.

Little did Bill Scherman realize when he moved to the Cape that one of the great bonuses was access to a bunch of the exuberant class of 1935. He wrote that "Gerry and I were royally entertained at the harborside home of Eileen and Oscar 'Bud' Cahoon in Harwich Port. Royally, because the Cahoons are eighth generation Cape Codders or more. Present were Marianne and A1 Dodd, Lois and Bob McLellan, Libby and Dick Kenney, Marian and Mercer Curtis, all '35s, and we hope they see this and realize what a good time we had in their company. Bud even fired off a sunset gun in our honor, and it echoed all over the harbor." We're glad our neighboring class has been enjoying the company of 1934's incomparable scribe, and we'll wager they have been pumping him for the secret formula of our 50th year crescendo.

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