1921

Our respected 65th reunion chairman, G. Harry Chamberlaine, writes an encouraging letter about the number he expects to see at our 65th perhaps 20 to 30. Harry, that's a wrong guess - much too low! We are going to count 50, no less. We will use 1921's private helicopter to bring them to Hanover.

Harry writes on to tell us that he has another great-grandchild. That is the one, Harry, that will be captain of Dartmouth's champion soccer team, class of 2006. It's in the cards.

His excellent health allows him to work with a local handicapped group. They have swimming sessions two mornings a week and one morning of arts and crafts. He enjoys working with them.

Thank you for this fine letter, Harry. It should act as an inspiration for other classmates to do the same.

One Sunday morning as I was sitting under the trees and thinking about class notes with the Dartmouth Alumni Magazine in my lap, I started to read about what the class secretaries are writing those in the forties and fifties. It hit me hard that we in 1921 are getting old when I read that so many "younger men" are retiring from all active business pursuits. How can that be? We of 1921 are just beginning to roll: their secretaries are all asking for news. Since they do, why not 1921?

Is it possible that Samuel Coleridge was thinking of our class notes when he wrote: "Nought cared this body for wind or weather when youth and I lived in it together."

On April 18 there was a splendid luncheon held at the Ocean Ridge Golf Club (which is between Manalapau and Delray Beach). Mr. Colin Blaydon, the new dean of the Tuck School, was the speaker. All I can tell you, classmates, is it's a surefire fact that Tuck is a lot different than when we were there. The students admitted come from all over the world. The recruiters who came this year looking for the Tuck grads paid an average starting salary of $45,000. It seems a Tuck education pays off.

For our 65th reunion, can we open our minds to these thoughts of long ago? Backward, flow backward, O Tide of the years! I am so weary of toil and of tears, Toil without recompense, tears all in vain! Take them and give me my childhood again! Elizabeth Allen (1832-1911)

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