1941

50-1 Woodlake Road Albany, NY 12203

Holiday greetings, a happy new year and all that jazz. So be it for the here and now as well as the hereafter. Backing up a bit, I have to report a meeting of the class, President Dan Provost presiding, held on October 19 in conjunction with Dartmouth's annual homecoming weekend. Although we were relatively few in number, a group smaller than the class executive committee, there was business transacted and here are the highlights. We added $5,000 to our scholarship endowment fund, bringing the total to $40,000 en route to a goal of $50,000 by the 50th. This is good stuff, and the deserving recipient of our scholarship aid currently is Raul F. Yanes '87. (More about him in another column.) BobHarvey is responsible for the handling of this project.

Treasurer Hugh Kenworthy dished out numbers showing solvency, and we learned that the tally on paid-up dues is 385 out of 550, fiscal year receipts were $9,376, and the biggest chunk of $6,010 in disbursements was accounted for by the payment of $4,400 to the Alumni Magazine for subscriptions going to all hands. On the subject of money, Dan noted that our Alumni Fund participation this past year was less than 50 percent compared to 64.5 percent for alumni overall. (That's my comparison, not Dan's.) He attributed our poor showing to the absence of a head class agent, and discussion elicited the observation that published intentions to "sit it out" probably was a contributing factor. Be that as it may, it's never too late, and anyone with the 1987 tax laws in mind might find it advantageous to give to the fund (or give again) before the end of this year. Further about coin of the realm, Steve Winship made a pitch for the College's bequest program, and we're going to hear more at the 1987 fall reunion from someone on staff.

Bob Tepper chairs the minis and, by vote of those present at the meeting, he'll be setting up the next one, aided by Winnie, for the weekend of October 9-11, with billeting at the Hanover Inn, if available, or back at the Sheraton in West Leb, which was this year's base of operation. Looking further ahead, the biggie in 1991 will be co-chaired by Bill Hotaling and Bob Koenig, with Art Hills, newly ensconced in Hanover, handling the books. (That's 1991, folks, so hang in there, but try to make the next mini just in case.)

Coming off the Hanover holiday, I have lots of names to play with. One listing ticks them off in terms of roast beef, sole, chicken, scrod, the dinner delights of a couple of nights. Don and Jane Hanks get the prize for clean living, each having opted for seafood both nights. (Gus Broberg got a prize, too, having won the baseball pool, but it didn't quite pay for Sunday night at the Hanover Inn before he and Stewart headed back to Palm

Beach.) Dickie and I joined Ed and JanMartin for dinner at Bentley's in between some tennis Friday afternoon and an evening of pep-rallying capped off by the conflagrant consumption of another big bunch of what seems to be an endless supply of railroad ties. (Listening to the remarks on Dartmouth Night, in front of Dartmouth Hall, and looking at the sea of smiling faces, one would suppose that all was sweetness and light on the Hanover Plain.)

Saturday morning, on the sports calendar, there was a choice of men's tennis and soccer as well as women's field hockey. Around about noontime everyone broke bread in Leverone, and there to be seen (but not later) were Ed and BessAcker; Ed and Betty McMillan and their daughter, Kathy; Bill Steel, and SnuffySmith. And at dinner Saturday evening, it was a pleasure to touch bases with Johnand Peggy Everett, Bob and Jessie Flouton, Bruce and Karla Friedlich, Jim andMary Noel Morgan, and Lou and BarbaraYoung. Skipping the guys as well as some gals, not to be repetitive, I'll add only that the evening was graced additionally by the following mesdames: Barbara Harvey, Jean Hotaling, Lucy Winship, and Maxine Provost. (I was told that Ed and Barbara Larner were on hand for the luncheon, but I didn't see them, and I have probably overlooked somebody or other, for which I shall be prepared to appropriate penance.)

Wrapping it up, the weekend was great fun, not least a quiet walk around Occum Pond savoring the silence that seemed to enhance the color of fading foliage. Midst all the activities, there was time for reflection, for anticipation, and, in the Buddhist tradition, for living in the moment. This was an occasion for sadness, hearing that Walt Kuhn had died, and for gladness about the lives going on, the life still to be lived, and the College on the Hill. Vulnerable she may be, but this lady shall endure, and blessed are we, her loyal sons and daughters. She helped to make us what we are; it is for us to help to make her what she may become for all who will henceforth pass within and through her. Such is the mystique, at least for me, that makes every visit to Dartmouth a very special occasion. It's also special to see and hear from '41s. Peace and Joy.