1930

Several weeks ago I attended a Tucson Symphony board meeting in the poolside conference room at Tucson's Arizona Inn and encountered a healthy-looking TedWolf sunning himself by the pool and muttering about a poor set of tennis. Betty was napping, so I didn't see her,

but Ted reported that she was fine. They are occasional visitors to Tucson, where son Roger '60 practices law.

A couple of days later Carl Haffenreffer and I had lunch with Bequests and Trusts Director Frank Logan, who was on his

annual spring trip to the Southwest to escape the dregs of winter in Hanover. Carl said he was "resigning" from Dartmouth College because of all its recent adverse publicity, but I think he was relieved by Frank's assurances that the situation had been badly overblown in press and TV coverage. Frank was planning to see Chuck Faye on the upcoming western leg of his trip and had just seen HankBishop, who he said was a lot better in spirit than in body as a result of the accident which we've mentioned previously.

The Tucson Dartmouth Club's annual dinner that night, at which Greg Prince (associate dean at Dartmouth) was the principal speaker, was attended by Ted and Betty Wolf, son Roger Wolf '60 and his wife, and grandson Timor, and also by Frank Logan. I'd like to have heard Greg's report on the state of the College, but Liela and I couldn't make it because of a long-standing commitment to host a reception after that evening's symphony concert. The Haffenreffers also passed up the 90-mile round-trip between Tubac and the Arizona Inn.

Other than the word from Frank Logan, I'd heard nothing about Chuck and Dee Dee Faye for a long time, so I finally did something about it. Both of them sounded strong and in good spirits, though I know they've both had their

problems, Dee Dee with arthritis and Chuck with nothing more trivial than a couple of strokes. Chuck has also had a chronic lung problem for a number of years and expects to have it forever, but he says it has improved. They're planning to dispose of their home at Pebble Beach, which no longer fits their life-style and is an unnecessary burden to maintain. They'll stick with the fine old Victorian apartment which they've had for years, with its beautiful view of the Golden Gate and the Bay.

Chuck and I spent some time reminiscing about their visit in Paris in the early fifties, when Liela and I were stationed there, and I'd like to share a couple of anecdotes with you. The Fayes arrived in France with a sack full of silver dollars be- cause some "friend" told them they could get a better exchange rate with them. Quite the opposite was true, because few Frenchmen had ever seen a silver dollar, and they were a drug on the market. Liela and I ended up with one for a souvenir, and when we were in Pretoria, our next post, we had it mounted in a silver ashtray at the South African mint. We still have it.

During their stay in Paris the four of us took a couple of weekend trips, one to the Loire and the other to Mont-SaintMichel. On the latter trip we stayed in an ancient hostelry with facilities down the hall. Shortly after we turned in, we heard a peal of laughter from the Fayes' room. They had investigated a little bedside cabinet and discovered a chamber pot which had not been emptied since its use by some previous occupant. Vive la France. Also Vive les Fayes!

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