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We received a great letter from JoeMcCormick out there in Danville, Ill., which reads as follows:
"After 38 years with Uniroyal, Inc, in Connecticut, Rhode Island, Indiana, and Illinois in both production control and industrial engineering, I retired on June 30, 1984. I have been very busy with AIIE (American Institute of Industrial Engineers) in Indiana and Illinois plus some institute writing for the magazine, trying to activate Dartmouth enrollment work in central Illinois, part-time talking at the local community college, reading, golf, and some U.S. travel.
"My wife and I traveled in July to Pennsylvania and Connecticut for family and friends' visits and to Rhode Island, Vermont, and New Hampshire. While in Hanover, we spent a while with BobSearles, who was kind enough to provide an excellent tour of housing possibilities in the greater Hanover area. It was great seeing what the Hanover and Dartmouth picture is in 1985.
"As of now, we are continuing to live in Danville, which is halfway between Indianapolis and Champaign-Urbana, Ill., but we are also continuing to consider other locations, such as Hanover, Connecticut, the Carolinas, and Florida."
Bob and Pat Buckelew were the genial hosts for a Dartmouth gathering this summer in Hanover, which included Huntleyand Ginya Allison of Longmeadow, Mass., and Quechee, Vt. Both are still firmly in the working world but do spend a good bit of time in the "greater" Hanover area, which includes Quechee and Eastman.
New home owners in the latter are "Black Jack" and Millicent Corwith, who plan to spend three or four months a year in Eastman. Their main residence will continue to be Miami. Also in attendance were the Searles, Bob and Jerry, he in Hanover real estate and she the operator of Ruggles Mines down around Canaan.
Harry Bond and Allan Dingwall, both just retired from the College, were honored this summer by the Board of Trustees. Harry was elected Henry Winley Professor of Anglo-Saxon and English and professor of English emeritus effective July 1, 1985, in recognition of 32 years of service to the College. Allan was elected by the Board associate director of the Dartmouth Alumni Fund emeritus in recognition of 19 years of service to the College.
Alex Fanelli, the man with the solar house - he gets through the Hanover winter on about two sticks of wood - sent in a clipping from The Valley News on and by Jim Farley:
"I started off 1985 by undergoing an operation that left me, quite literally, speechless. While this is not a procedure I would wholeheartedly recommend to anyone, it does have some odd and unexpected turns.
"There are obvious drawbacks, of course, to speechlessness. One can no longer burst out in odd bits of song. Nor can one any longer whistle at females - a chauvinistic pastime at best - for speechlessness is also whistlelessness. It's humlessness, too.
"But there are certain advantages to this silent state, ones that may not be readily apparent.. For instance, one can now cancel out Don Ameche's invention, the telephone. No longer does one need to be exposed to the telephonic importunities of aluminum-siding salesmen or to the hearty bonhomie of school and college fund-raisers.
"Yet another plus for this condition is the release from the pressure of making conversation - 'Did you realize that both the bumblebee and the hummingbird are aerodynamic freaks?' - at large cocktail parties. Of course, one does a great deal of writing on all sorts of surfaces, the tops and sides of Kleenex boxes, for instance, and tries one's hand at pantomime. However, it has been my experience that when one hands a salesperson a pad on which one has scrawled, 'I can't talk' along with whatever it is one is requesting, the reaction is one of utmost courtesy.
"One occasionally does get strange reactions to the 'I can't talk' ploy. One day recently I went to a building supply emporium, armed with pad and pencil, to attempt to purchase some palings to repair a fence that had been damaged by falling pine branches. The clerk behind the counter was very accommodating and dispatched me out into the yard where the palings lived.
"There I found an equally accommodating chap, husky and muscled. I again did my routine with the pad, and he bustled about fulfilling my needs, loading the palings into the station wagon, while carefully pointing out they had nails in them. It wasn't until I was- driving home that I realized that the chap in the yard had done everything in pantomime, mouthing his words very carefully at me, much as if I were a somewhat retarded child. If this guy's dumb, he must have reasoned, he's probably also deaf. Why not?"
Your secretary will be hustling to Chicago and then eastward to Rome (the real one) between now and his October 15 deadline. Give him a break by sending in something to print. Grazie.
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