1933

This column is written shortly after the death of our class president, Page Worthington. The only good thing I can say about that is that it was very quick. There was no long suffering. A memorial service was held in Baltimore August 5, and Hank and Helen Smith, Doris Shafer, widow of Charlie Shafer, Mannie Sprague, and Bob Niebling were among the many friends and relatives who attended. There is another service planned for September 20 in Rollins Chapel. It will have taken place before you read this.

The obituary in this issue only hints at what Page meant to Dartmouth and our class. We class officers all knew how he really loved working with us and for you. He didn't take a vacation trip without seeing or phoning some of you on his route, to find out how you were, and he didn't miss an opportunity to tell the newsletter editor or class secretary about it. He was the hardest working class agent that Sprague and Niebling ever found. He respected the widows of our departed classmates and gave them representation on our executive committee by naming Emily Hobbs, Jean Meek, and Ray Theriault. We grieve for MargaretWorthington and the family. We grieve on our own behalf, too.

On to more usual news: Howie Porter writes that he is almost entirely retired from his real estate business in Raleigh, N.C., though he still "handles an occasional transaction." His wife, Midge, is retiring as registrar of the Boy Scouts this September. Their sons went to the Air Force Academy, their two daughters to the University of North Carolina.

An Ipswich, Mass. paper pictures PaulZamecnik, M.D. and tells of his helping to develop a technique that may be useful against AIDS. Paul's wife, Mary, helps him in the research at the Worcester Foundation for Experimental Biology.

An article in the Lexington, Va., News Gazette, reports on a trip "Bud" Madden took this summer as a member of the Bach choir of Southwest Virginia. The choir gave nine concerts in as many West German cities on a two-week tour. The choir traveled almost entirely in buses, once they arrived in Germany, but a Rhine boat ride took them to one engagement. The choir members were housed by German families who were choir and church members in the towns where the group performed.

Jackson Wright, M.D., a.k.a. "Waxy" is the only doctor I know who, on retirement, has chosen to work as a volunteer, in a hospital. Other doctors want to avoid their old habitats; Waxy "pushes people around" in Mary Hitchcock. He also writes a good letter which I quote: "Those Francophiles, Nat and Mildred Leonard had their annual Bastille Day bash at their place in Union Village. In attendance were Sam and Maddie Cunningham,Ruben Frodin, recently moved to Hanover, and the yours trulies (Waxy and Madge).

"Jack and Dot Manchester had a cookout and fishing derby at their farm in back of Norwich. Ray Theriault, as deft with a fly rod as a golf club, won. GeorgeDrowne still lives on Bridgham Hill, Norwich, and though not exactly winning his battle against Parkinson's, he's not losing it, either. Wes Beattie was over from their summer place at Lake Wentworth, having lunch with us. He is a guinea pig for some research project at the Medical School and has to check in over there, every so often. Let's hope he doesn't louse up the project."

After this, Waxy was off to Maine with two grandsons to try for landlocked salmon in its wilderness. Courage, mon vieux!

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