1929

The above address is correct. '29 Up recently showed me at Dick Black's P.O. Box in Hanover.

We and Dartmouth have lost in JackHubbard an ever dependable, devoted friend whose stout-hearted loyalty is a part of all of us who knew him. His well deserved Alumni Award and his selection as Treasurer of the Year in 1969 recognized his achievements for us all.

Herb Bissell and his gal are well and on top of things in Minneapolis. His job as vice president for merchandising for Minneapolis Honeywell kept him too far away from Hanover. His many grandchildren now in eastern schools should help us get him back. We had a serious discussion of the needs of the College and agreed it's a crime for any of us to lose any of our pride and joy in our Dartmouth heritage.

The same thoughts came up in talking with Johnnie Bogar of Harrisburg, Pa. He contrasts the superficial uproar about the Indian symbol with the life work of his friend Frell Owl '27, who devoted his life to Indian needs. Johnnie first knew Hoot from marching behind him in the band.

At 75 John retired from his contracting business and his hobby of show horses. He and Mary are doing fine. Twenty years after graduation they went to a reunion and were shaken at the appearance of their old classmates. Come back, John, but brace yourself!

We sometimes find classmates who didn't stay the full four years in Hanover and feel they aren't part of the real alumni body. How wrong! Many of our happiest and most cherished friends at mini-reunions took other paths after starting with us and are now among the most enthusiastic Dartmouth alumni. Welcome, you-all, to your unlimited place in the Dartmouth fellowship.

I called our old track friend Walt McQuiston and found he was reluctant to speak his thoughts for the same reason. I hope I cured him. It was a warm and happy reunion for both of us to let our yard work fall behind while we talked about Dartmouth past and present.

Larry Hale is back at his golf after an operation. He and Marianna recently red iscovered the beauty of Lake Morey and its inn with A 1 and Luly Finlay. JohnQuebman has had a series of eye operations and is golfing again. The eyes look normal, but I haven't seen his golf score.

Some of our alumnae challenged me to write a verse for "Men of Dartmouth" that would recognize the gals. Vain efforts convince me that it's ridiculous to alt er our alma mater. I may try another tune. If Harvard can sing its song to the tune of "Believe Me if All Those Endeari ng Young Charms," perhaps we should fit something to "America the Beautiful." Then, if it ever became our national anthem, our opponents would have to stand up when we sang our song. Meanwhile: I will sing to Eleazar, To the Big Chief and his squaws. I'll salute the modern laser Or the majesty of laws. I'll rise up for "Men of Dartmouth" And join in on its refrains, But I just don't dig, and I must renege At "the granite in our brains!"

A group of '3os gathers with Lewis Thomas, Class of 1930 Fellow, at a June 23. luncheon in the Classof 1930 Room of the Rockefeller Center. Shown here, form left to right, are Garvin Dalglish, AnneShattuck, Lib Davis, Ruth and Burt Crandell, Pete Davis, Dr. Lewis Thomas, Charlie Widmayer,Ellie French, Lari Widmayer, Jane Dalglish, and Betty and Win Stone.

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