1941

Okay, so Thanksgiving, whicn I like, is history for this year, and Christmas, of which I despair, has been heralded by hucksters for several weeks already and now looms menacingly on my horizon. Here in the North Country, roughly half way between New York City and Montreal, hard by the capital city of Albany, the snow usually piles high in December, if not sooner, and hangs around for months. Not so, however, all of the residents as many take flight for points south where they are sometimes regarded as snowbunnies. So what else is new in terms of 50 years of remembrances? Hanover right about now, and for some time to come, is not aptly to be characterized as balmy, not by any means. Listen to the "Winter Song" and you can hear the crunch of feet on snow, another time of life ever more wistfully eluding the recall of memory. But there it was, under ski for the chubbering, and once in a while the mercury would level out at minus 30. Those were the days, my friend, days of fair weather for Dartmouth juniors, whatever the elements, and so, too, will be the days of reunioning for the class of 1941 in June of 1991. Prepare now: survey form to Don Brown; bio to Don Stillman; and money all over the place, including ArtHill's Early Bird Fund, Bob Harvey's Memorial Scholarship, and Steve Winship's Bequests & Trusts. All that, and hold the dates—June 7-9, 1991.

Bob writes that the scholarship fund now stands at a little over $53,000, topping our goal of 50 thou by the 50th. But Bob hopes that we'll keep lacking in, supplementing class dues for one thing, to sweeten the endowment yield for the greater benefit of a deserving recipient. The latter, by the way, is no longer Eric Wellman '9l, who can now continue his Dartmouth education without our help, and his successor as the Class of 1941 Scholar is Kyle Betit '93. Kyle comes from Alaska by way of Utah—a shading of the past when Robb Alexander was Utah's sole gift to the '41 aggregation—and in high school in Salt Lake City he edited the student paper and was a member of the track and held team. He joined us at dinner during the October mini and seemed clearly to be the kind of guy who would make you feel good about contributing to the fund.

Speaking of anniversaries, the Moosilauke Ravine Lodge was recently feted for its 50th. Much younger is the Hood Museum in Hanover, but in the view of the American Association of Museums it rates as a "national model" for program and operation "perhaps unequalled in college or university museums" and in terms of "how its creation has profoundly expressed Dartmouth's educational philosophy to the world beyond the campus." At Convocation a while ago, beginning Dartmouth's 220 th year, President Freedman asserted that "It is for us today a challenge to educate students of the humanities and social sciences

... to think wisely about the social uses and moral limits of scientific and technological achievements."

Letter from Gene Stollerman, one of only 12 doctors honored by membership in the Distinguished Physicians Program of the Veterans Administration. More of that anon; for now, as I run out of space, I make note here of Gene's being "very pleased" at my "intelligent and sensible comments"

a man of rare discernment, Gene, I always said so-and his hope that I "continue to provide Alumni Magazine class notes that will sustain the best of Dartmouth." So be it, and Carpe Deum.

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