1955

The challenge of a Dartmouth education continues to encourage us in a diversity of effort and a generalized commitment to continue that which was our purpose at Dartmouth. The marvel of that education is the continuing impact it has on all of our lives. As a class, we cannot help but sense satisfaction when we hear the recognition of our classmates. It comes in many forms and from many sources, not the least of which from our own wives and children.

Dick Hogarty of Marblehead, a professor of political science at the University of Massachusetts in Boston, was the recent recipient of two awards: one for distinguished teaching and the other for outstanding service. Dick was presented a special "Teacher of the Times" award by a group of alumni for his "deep sensitivity and understanding of the problems of minority students and consideration and devotion on behalf of such students." A former student, now a successful playwright and poet, described Dick as a "beautiful and exceptional person. " That was followed by a presentation by Dean James Jennings of the university's "outstanding service" award. As the presentation said, "In a very quiebut enduring way, Dick Hogarty has provided many graduates of the College of Public and Community Service public leaders today with important skills for public and community service. He has earned the respect and admiration of our students and graduates."

Dartmouth was not Dick's only source of higher education, as he earned a master's at Penn and a Ph.D. from Princeton. One can't help feel the pride in education and achievement that was instilled in us by John Sloan Dickey. As Dick notes, since he joined the faculty at UMass-Bos- ton in 1968 his teaching efforts have been devoted in large measure toward healing the intolerance between blacks and Irish Catholics in Boston that erupted over the busing crisis in 1974. "As someone who came from an Irish working-class background, I am quite familiar with the sources of racism and racial conflict between these two groups." (All that plus six children has certainly kept Dick busy with not incompatible demands.)

One person who has obviously put his Dartmouth and Tuck-Thayer education to appropriate use is Tom Hamilton, who is. the controller for a construction company north of San Diego. (The Tuck-Thayer faculty must be pleased to know that one of their graduates has a foot in both camps, just the way they planned.) But as with all of us, Tom's computerization of their operation cannot be attributed to life on the Hanover Plain. But Tom took more away from Hanover then merely an education; his wife, Kathy, is a graduate of Mary Hitchcock, and now serves as a nurse for a plastic surgeon in Encinitas, Calif. Their daughter, Cyndie, will be a sophomore at UC-Santa Barbara, and Wendy will be a senior in high school. (Tom predicts the Padres and Red Sox in the World Series.)

And down in Richardson, Tex., DaveOberlander writes that he is still active in marketing and financial consulting as a partner at Peat Marwick in Dallas, spending most of his time in new company start-ups and entrepreneurial firms' growth. Dave's daughter, Kate, is a computer systems sales representative with Lanier-Harris, and his son, Andy, graduates in December with a civil engineering degree from the University of Texas. Their youngest son, Rand, heads off to college in '86. The Oberlanders see a lot of Eliot Smith and his wife, Pat, who moved to the Dallas area last summer.

We are all reminded of our mortality more so as the years go by with the knowledge that with the loss of any classmate we are all diminished, which makes the memory of our years at Dartmouth all the sweeter. Chet Gale's passing prompted Joe Mathewson, Chet's roommate, to write the following:

To Chet O hot-trick wing, O singles ace, O seeker of the good and true, Exuberant taster of life's fruits, 1 shared your joyful quest with you.

A word a day, where are they all?

The first you taught was "lucubrate,"

And that we did, midst fun and games

The knights of old to celebrate. Intrepid hunter at the dawn: That fall, at least, you had no luck.

I think you loved your friends and dogs

More than the taste of roasted duck.

You brought to earth some better prey

Like stuffiness and falsity; You peeled away the camouflage

To look behind pomposity. You pondered openly the things Most others kept suppressed inside.

Like what is love? How does one know?

Were college days life bona fide?

Enthusiast in all you did And charmer of the ladies fair, The world your oyster was in fact;

You laughed and made your way a dare.

How long it's been, how things did change, And yet your spirit still endures.

Your friends still strive to learn what's true

While knowing that the quest is yours. It speaks to us all.

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