1981

Boys and girls, the school colors have changed. Dartmouth Green is now olive drab ROTC has returned to Hanover. And here's a real sign of the times: both faculty steering committees voted against the proposal, while the Student Assembly (read: the UGC) voted to be all that they can be.

President McLaughlin and the Trustees decided to accept a new soldier study program earlier this spring, with the College's chief executive explaining his decision this way: "The presence of Dartmouth-educated officers within the leadership structure of our armed services can contribute to and affect society in a positive manner, and, in so doing, it can further serve, constructively, that society which permits this institution to exist with the freedom to pursue its historic goals and purposes." (Yeats dons a business suit.)

I suppose that students should have the freedom to enlist in such a program if they so choose. But think about some of the folks you spent your Saturday nights with in Hanover. Now imagine them leading you into battle. 'Nuf said.

Anyway, as one of the last demilitarized classes, we must redouble our intelligence efforts, to which end I shall now defer. Here is the news.

Emil Miskovsky has proved thoughtful enough to write and warn me of his impending three-year sojourn in this, Our Nation's Capital. Emil says he'll be following his graduation from Albany Medical School with a residency at the Georgetown University Hospital, beginning this summer. Which cannot but help the book-bombed brain that described his stay at med school as an "occasionally obese abdomen and the opportunity to hold retractors for egos too large for description."

When I finish this month's missive, I'm heading to the backyard to build an Emilhardened silo for myself.

Apparently, Ned Mandell will also be lodging what's left of his sanity in D.C. Ned will be finishing Stanford B-School this spring and then will undertake some sort of real estate gig in the Washington swamp. (Mandell's presence will probably require extra concrete to be poured around the Miskovskyproof basing mode.)

Anyway, Emil also reports that his erstwhile Albany colleague, Andy Chodos, is slated for an internal medicine residency at Boston University's Hospital (a Biggy), and that Bob Higgins is on line in a surgery program at the University of Pittsburgh.

But let's stop playing doctor and go globetrotting for a few minutes, okay? Super.

Looking deep into my crystal rolodex last week, I learned that three of us who are of the '81 persuasion have just returned from overseas. Tyler Zabriskie is back from three years in Africa, having swung through India, Japan, and Alaska. I seem to recall that he is soon headed for seminary, but that's a relatively fuzzy memory. (No comments, please.)

Angela Nesbitt has also returned from Africa and will doubtless have a fascinating transition to make from Nigeria to the Wharton Business School.

And Sam Smith writes that Jerry Pierce has returned from Guatemala (after a coup or two) and is back in East Orange on the job search circuit.

And now some random bits of tid:

Tom McGonagle was in town last week, having attended a conference on the processing of industrial Waste into energy. Tom is the self-described garbage man for Chemical Bank these days; apparently they're one of the only commercial banks that is honest about its trashy investments (Tom excluded).

Bill Sherman reports form Kansas City that his wife is pregnant with their first. It sounds as if Bill will be able to handle the addition, having just been promoted to assistant vice president for financial planning services at the lAC Group, an insurance "mini-conglomerate" in Kansas City.

Up Ioway, Tom Waterman writes that he is attorneying in Davenport at the oldest law firm west of the Mississippi. Emily Neisloss, meanwhile, is about to enter the real world after graduation from UConn Law School in May. Emily says that she'll be heading for Hartford with Schatz, Schatz, Ribicoff, and Kotkin. But before any of you poverty-laden bachelors decide to take up residence in Connecticut, I should tell you that Emily is engaged to a fellow UConn student, and the two plan to marry when he graduates next year. Tough darts, guys.

And there's another '81-turned-lawyer-turned-fiance. The New York Times reported on February 24 that Cathy Lewis is engaged to Kent Whitaker, with she in her third year at Notre Dame Law School, and he in the process of getting his master's in geology from Miami University of Ohio. The wedding is planned for this summer.

And lastly this month (I hear you cry) comes a somewhat cryptic report from BuddyLivingstone. Having taken a so-called "frigid" business trip to Atlanta (I have no clue), Buddy says he will soon be hitting the links with Steve Pignatiello and Tom Hudson. When, where, and why I was even informed of this I cannot say. But I just call 'em as I'm told 'em, and if I'm not told 'em

that's right I make 'em up. So beware, all ye who do not write.

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