1986
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Fogcutters may RIP, but fortunately the dean has little party crunching authority outside of Hanover. Thank goodness there are still places in this world where good oldfashioned rowdiness is not outlawed. New Orleans is one such place. Though not quite as outrageous as the old Fogcutters, Mardis Gras is the closest thing going, so last March several pleasure-seeking 'B6s ventured into the Superdome City. Jane Su, Karen Hannaway, Marie Longo, Karen Blodgett and Burgie Howard report that New Orleans has a wealth of tourist attractions, including unisex strip joints and topless pedestrians. Also of interest were generous folks who, though they did not give the shirt off their back, willingly parted with the underwear off their crotch. In fact, Jane was the recipient of one such garment, which she happily added to her wardrobe. Sounds like a place the dean will want to go on his next family vacation.
Chad Rosenberger is making good use of the information gathering skills he learned in his freshman seminar and honed as a reported for the Dartmouth. Chad maintains that places like Baker Library can tell only so much, so he has adopted aggressive research techniques for his job as a commando-reporter for The Springfield Union, the western Massachusetts newspaper. Chad takes this investigative reporting stuff seriously. On a recent Sunday night he trekked through muddy tobacco fields covering a triple murder, notepad in hand, infrared camera readied, searching for a scoop.
Jayne Daigle turned down an offer from a professional women's basketball squad called the Cyclones or Twisters (named after some sort of foul weather condition, but not the Sleets or the Drizzles). Jayne decided it was time to hang up the high tops and concentrate on serving the needs of the handicapped. By day she works at a school for the blind and in the evenings she works toward degrees in elementary and special education at Lesley College in Boston. All this work doesn't leave her much energy for wild nights on the town. A tired body can endure only so much slam dancing, so Jayne decided she better find less strenuous weekend activities. She and Kara van Bremen, who works at Bain & Company, a management consultant firm, have concluded that no better retreat exists than a grocery store fully stocked with everything needed to sustain and nourish the body. They find that the supermarket is the perfect place to meet people, too. They choose an aisle depending on what sort of guy they seek: dairy section for Kappa Sig type fellows, fresh produce for health nuts, and toiletries for the real wild stuff (squeezing the Charmin tends to attract the kinky set). These ladies like big spenders, so they snub guys that have a high concentration of generic food in their shopping carts, preferring instead baskets laden with Dove Bars, fresh shrimp, and deodorant or Brut.
Jayne sends word about Sue Stoddard, one of her former teammates. Sue is living in uncharted territory someplace in the vicinity of Hartford, Conn., where she works ais a liaison between small businesses and socially disadvantaged people who are in need of work. She recently has begun training to teach high school students to take SATs (Where was she when we needed her?).
Jayne and Sue may have retired from organized sports, but one 'B6 has just recently joined' the competitive fray of cross-country skiing, and already is destined to appear on a Wheaties box. Suzanne Hall King was a rookie at competing in January but concluded the season as an Ail-American by placing fourth at the U.S. National Collegiate Championships. (What other latent talents lurk in the souls of our classmates? Could it be that Ray Holtorf is destined to become an opera star?) Suzanne recently married Mark King; she is studying for certification in foreign language education at Northern Michigan University.
Andrea Lorden recently announced her engagement to Hugh O'Reilly. No reason to rush out to buy wedding gifts as they won't be joined in holy matrimony until the spring of 'B9. Until then Hugh will be feverishly studying law (but certainly not divorce law) at Vanderbilt. Meanwhile Andrea will be toiling away as a systems analyst at the Bank of Boston.
Only six months in London and already Jenny Plath has picked up a British accent. Actually the accent is slightly impure, having been tainted with the Chinese twang picked up while working at an oriental restaurant. Jenny didn't do a whole lot to contribute to the oriental flavor of the place: blond hair and blue eyes are not common in the Far East, nor did she try to camouflage herself under a kimono. Not that our friend disliked being a misfit. In fact, Jenny was quite pleased to be too tall to fit into the geisha girl type gold slit dress her samurai boss so desperately wanted her to wear. She has since retired from the restaurant business and now works for a British publisher, a profession which she enjoys and plans to pursue.
