1937

The clock is ticking so fast is seems well nigh impossible that June 12 is now within spitting distance after all this anticipation and planning by your committee to make this 50th reunion one to be remembered. It's our last big organized Hurrah together. As we look back on previous reunions we cannot recall any that were not super gatherings of old friends, which is what makes them so successful. The location is important as well as part of the nostalgia, but essentially reunion is PEOPLE and that's what it's all about. We still have .souvenirs from long ago: hats, jackets, green and white shirts, silk scarves, tote bags, and identification badges, some of which are quite elaborate. The hats vary from the engineer style, golf,-and sailor, with turneddown brims, all identified with 3 D 7 emblems. Probably most of the above have ended up in golf and fishing regalia. We well recall the only one we missed (our 20th) when the wool business had fallen apart. Bless Les Barrett's soul, he filched an extra hat, which he proudly presented to us just because he was always thinking of doing things for someone else, and the Dana Prescotts stopped by on their way home to tell us about the wonderful time we missed. Since our 25th the fall reunions have become very popular. Each year they get bigger, even on five-year reunion years. Hanover is a magnet and not unique to our class; it is the same for all the Dartmouth family. Katie gets a kick out of watching the grin appear on your secretary's face as we come over the hill into town (just before the stadium) and see Baker Tower. She waits for it every time! We visualize the same for you guys coming next month.

Winter Carnival weekend we spent a few days in Baker Library doing some research for the class history. We stayed with Uncle Larry's ('10) daughter Betsy and her husband, who inherited his home on the hill in Norwich, Vt. Her daughter works at Tuck School (computers) and calls square dances in the valley. It made us think of our freshman year as a carnival worker standing in the snow at the ski jump in 42 degrees below weather. This trip was only 25 below, which was bad enough! The main ice sculpture on mid-campus was the tallest ever built (47 1/2 feet) of a snow man blowing the smallest saxophone ever built! Some sculptures were good, some bad; most need help of an artist. The theme was Bourbon Street. Sad to say no more Carnival queens. That went out in the late seventies with the advent of coeducation. No more romantic touch dancing to big bands either. It was more like a visit to a quiet New Hampshire village with skis everywhere and not many walking around; it was too cold. Most of the activities were inside. We had lunch at the Dartmouth Skiway Lodge in Lyme hoping to see the women's slalom but just missed it. The freezing windchill had curtailed the skiing except for a very few nuts.

The archives section of Baker Library has big bound volumes containing all the DailyDartmouths since long before our time. Also downstairs in "Orozco Land" there are microfilms of all those Dartmouths with projectors to view them. They are all catagorized by years. You could spend days viewing,—fascinating! Rog Allen's last appeal for your biographies for the Golden Jubilee yearbook is long past the deadline, so if you neglected to send it in it's too late and you will only be listed. He gave everyone numerous warnings and hope you are not one to be left out. Everything that needs doing is being done by your committee under the capable guidance of Russ Stearns, so all you have to do is make it a big success by coming! If you have any last minute questions you might pick up your new directory and give Russ a call. Even if only to say "Good Luck" or "See you there" or "I wish we were going to be there!"

By the way we had a sneak preview of the Stearns's new addition to their home- superb!

Pray for good weather, come and enjoy. SEE YOU IN JUNE!

Bob Blackman 37H, Dartmouth football coach for 16 years, wonders if this sign in England is amessage for him or busloads of soccer fans.

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