1948

Congratulations to T.T.Metzel, proprietor of Great Expectations Book Shop in Evanston, whom Lany and Joan Brisbin saw in August and advise just married the lovely woman T.T. had in tow at our 40th in Hanover. Lany further advises they finally decided to marry when they saw a log cabin they both wanted in N.H. Couldn't happen to a more delightful couple. Lany also points out that Tru is a specialist in rare books, a field in which BobMerriam of Conway, Mass., also excels. (Any common ground in this uncommon interest you both share?)

Good to be back in contact with BobNeuberg so many years after last seeing him in Peru in 1955 where he was in the fishmeal business. Bob now lives in Palm Harbor, Fla., not far from his old room- mate, Roy Wilson of Cape Coral. Bob left Peru in 1973 and for ten years commuted from Gloucester, Mass., to West Africa, developing fishmeal and shrimp sources. He finally retired to Florida in 1988 where he still consults on his specialty. He and DickRepko are the only two '48s who have worked in Africa, to my knowledge.

Bob may know Mouse Taylor of nearby Clearwater, whose company recently participated in its first million-plus job, supplying hardware to the new Tampa jail. Mouse also reports that attorney David Kadyk recently gave a fascinating presentation to a Tampa/ St. Pete meeting of the Hardware Glub concerning product liability and the search for "deep pockets" in the man- ufacture-to-installation chain. (Mouse, Al Cassin, Fritz McTarnahan, Bill Wright, and several others have expressed perplexity over reports about Hanover involving admissions policy changes, "Harvardization," and equal justice. They hope the eventual truth will show the reports unfounded or unreasonably exaggerated.)

Chris Miller's article in September concerning fraternity life in Hanover in the '60s recalls Fritz McTarnahan's Sunday milk punch. He and a brother took off their shoes, stepped into a wash tub before the expectant guests, and mixed in the vanilla ice cream with their bare feet to impart a distinctive flavor to the resulting liqueur. And at initiation the late Keith McLoud, who was dropped off on the Colby Jr. campus at 2:00 late one night clothed only with shoes and a sleeping bag. (Have you successfully hitch-hiked while standing in a sleeping bag?) Bob Douglas recalls the ducks a brother brought to the house during animal appreciation week. Someone discovered the friendly waddlers love beer and offered extensive hospitality in this direction. "What a mess!" Bob says.

Herewith a complaint and some soapbox. Marve Axelrod and his loyal agents work hard to get '48 to do its fair share in the annual Alumni Fund drive, most of the funds from which support Dartmouth's financially endangered need-blind admissions policy. This policy, a Dartmouth cornerstone, enables any applicant who earns admission, no matter what his or her finances, to receive enough financial aid to attend the College. I maintain it deserves the support of each alumnus, no matter what his short-term disagreements—which we can reasonably expect will be resolved with time and patience, given the basic goodwill within the Dartmouth family. Only 58 percent of our class gave during the recent 1988-89 campaign. Those of us who didn't owe ourselves a second look this year if we wish a student body in Hanover having the same chance to be economically representative as in the past. Ax's efforts deserve our help. Our long-term love for Dartmouth ought to exceed any temporary uncertainties. (If this grabs you, tell me, either way. Thanks.)

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