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It's September now, summer is over, even though the campus is green, and the spruce and fir and pine are all dark green, and the remaining elms still have leaves. But the undeniable tinge of fall color is creeping into view. Poplar and birch show yellow against the bright green of fields, and the maples show pink at the tops and to the northern side where the moisture goes first. Swamp maples, and some near Occom Pond, are well into pink and yellow, and Oak Hill gleams pink in the distance. Soon Velvet Rocks will splurge into deep reds and purple to go with the deep green of the balsam pine and the dark yellow of the few birches at the base of the trail, as seen over Thompson Arena.

The class of '9l is now in place, green as peas, and so is our new president, James O. Freedman. The ceremony was in July but the "greening" of the president will be a continuing thing.

Did anyone share my feeling: so proud and content over the flow of events which saw a youthful retiring president, Dave McLaughlin, marching in the inaugural parade alongside the incoming president, welcoming him and receiving an honorary degree, as did his wife, Judy. This is truly a family affair, and as with family there will continue to be respect and caring for all concerned, as the years, flow along. What a pleasure to be a part of it all, and to see things unfold—yes, even to be in there helping them unfold, and each of us doing a measure of the unfolding by the small or large parts we may all be playing.

Promptly following up on our 40th Reunion experience of June will be our Oct. 9-10 fall gathering, which will be history as you read this. Our next chance or excuse to be in Hanover will be for our annual winter event in February—to be announced in John Threthaway's newsletters.

Now let's turn to some really important class news. Frank Weber, who usually hounds us for money matters, spent time this summer, he and Urs, in Houston, where Frank finished up with Shell Oil. Frank continues with his business enterprise, Weber & Associates Packaging Consultants, and is able to work in an occasional game of golf. Whatever his practice rites, he must be improving, for he made the newspapers by scoring a hole-in-one on the 181-yard third hole at Atascotia, in Houston. That, I understand, is like the home run in baseball. Congratulations, Frank; let me know when you hit three in one round.

Another golfer, Lansing Reed, will smile at the above, but his smile will be that of a Harvard man. Lansing, since moving from Hanover, has been teaching handicapped children—in St. Thomas , and now in Massachusetts. He and his wife, Ruth, teach at the Landmark School in Pride's Crossing, Mass. (the northeast section of the state). Now Lansing will be attending Harvard fulltime in the field of special ed. and school leadership.

For some late, quick, but meaningful words: Sally Epstein broke an ankle at golf, but is mending fast.

The Bildners, Epsteins, and Gasners will vacation in Europe this fall together.