In last June's obit on Fred Ingram I left out the important item that he left a brother, Louis '26, and a son, Henry '6l. Please forgive the lapse.
One classmate writes, "I don't submit class notes, as it's a form of vanity I don't share, and it's mostly types that know each other and surely don't recall me." Like most strong opinions this springs from modesty and a lot of other good traits, but it shuts us out from some of the best of us and their most interesting doings. Aren't we too old to worry about vanity? Your news is precious to more of us than you know.
Karl Pittlekow writes from his lovely spot on St. Vincent that he finally has a copy of Harry Baehr's newsletter that came in after only ten days by air instead of three months by sea. St. Vincent is no longer "8.W.I.," but you'd better add "West Indies," or it'll never get there. Stay there, Karl. The duckboards weren't really for fun.
John Moxon saw Dmitry Shiraeff on the sad occasion of Dmitry's wife's funeral in Kuttstown, Pa. Dmitry is the oldest member of our class at 85. Not only was he born in Moscow, but he was in the Cossack cavalry in World War 1 and fought the Reds in South Russia until 1920 when the Cossacks were finally beaten. He got away by way of Turkey. He and Eleanore had a country place in northeastern Bucks County where they kept two big dogs, a few cats, and lived in retirement with their music, art, and other interests. They moved to Ocala, Fla., a few years ago.
An outstanding award for our labors comes in a long note from Carl Norden. Most of it belongs in the " '29 Up," but I have to list some of his duty spots in our Foreign Service: Paris, London, Berlin, Prague, Surinam, Algiers, Italy, Belgrade, talking with Tito, Cuba, Chile, and Argentina. There's more. He wrote from a German watering place where he'd gone for R & R. He's now retired in Washington, D.C., and apparently deep in welfare work and "following that good Dartmouth habit, speaking one's mind, D.C. being far less than the most outspoken of milieus."
When Carl Long announced his retirement at Thayer School he claimed to be "deaned out"! I had to send him this:
Add my name to the mighty list Of those who, sober miened, Accept "deaned out," but we insist You'll never be out-deaned!
The first Mini-Reunion-Chairman-of-the- Year Award went posthumously to T. Truxtun Brittan Jr. '29, who died May 1. The award acknowledged "his successful efforts to spread the fun and fellowship of the reunion experience throughout the four seasons." Brittan was reunion chairman for every class of 1929 gathering from 1963 up to the final planning for the class's 55th reunion, to be held this June. "He was one of the first to recognize the invaluable benefits of promoting class gatherings and mini-reunion programs, though as one for whom organization came so naturally, Trunkie would shake his head at what appeared to be over-formalizing of the concept."
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