1929

'29ers' reunion stories are great, but what a waste for others to see their College as a lost cause. I've been a dissident of sorts, supporting the Review, bringing conservative speakers to town, and deploring what sometimes seems like anti- American teaching by some of our faculty.

But I know today's Dartmouth well enough to have never had a moment's doubt that she has fewer of the ills of academia than the rest of the Ivies. She's first to recover.

Charlie Dudley's nephew, John Casey, wrote a great story on Dartmouth today in the February 26 New York Times Magazine. When he was in Hanover gathering facts he asked me, "How did Dartmouth get itself into that silly Indian problem?"

At reunion Rusty Ayers, 1929's chief supporter of our Indian tradition, sat with former dean Greg Prince, a major proponent of our Indian taboo. Rusty thinks he "made a dent on him." Unfortunately, imagined hurts still hurt.

Harris Huston, faithful reporter, sent notice that Stanjohnson, former chairman of the Association of Southeastern Railroads, died on July 30.

It's good to have our world citizen, ShepStone, close to Hanover. Shep and I share increasing joy in getting to know Jim Freedman and deep concern for those who feel they've lost "their Dartmouth." Isn't it worth it to give up some of our old Dartmouth to see her lead the way in curing the evils of our world?

For you who think all my rhymes are nonsense:

There's not much drab about a crab. You know it when he pinches. If he should please he flees with ease And never ever flinches. But all these talents soon are spoiled If he is caught and swiftly boiled, For life is not all beer and skittles When we wind up as someone's victuals!

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