1938

OLD SOLDIERS NEVER DIE ... They just keep firing away. Anyone who doesn't know where Charlie Hathaway stands on the question of Dartmouth's political and social positions must be—if you'll overlook the bad punnon campus mentis. What inspired the headline was a letter from Charlie enclosing another he had sent to President Freedman. It wasn't a sniper shot; it was more like an artillery barrage. But unquestionably it was the" forthright expression of a forthright gentleman's deep concerns.

At one point Charlie said, ". . . It is not my intention to use the column as a forum. Say what you want to or avoid the subject. But I do feel you ought to see how an old soldier feels about current events on the Hanover plains." Agreed to on both points.

Can't help reporting the last sentence of Charlie's letter to our president: "Otherwise," he wrote, "my kindest regards."

In any event, old soldier Charlie is clearly not fading away. Again in his own words, "I still feel as iff graduated from Dartmouth a year or two ago. It all seems like yesterday." To that, a resounding Amen!

THE CASE OF THE HAWKESEYED CORRESPONDENT: On a recent trek to the West Coast, your class columnist had an impromptu phone visit with '39er Al Hawkes. Al was busily engaged in beautifying his home preparatory to selling it. Seem he and wife Norma are on the verge of moving to La Casa di Campanas, a fabulous new—and nearby to the Hawkes- life-time care facility. Overlooking a lake, this complex has recreational opportunities you wouldn't believe. Inasmuch as Al is an inveterate tennis player and swims a thousand yards disgustingly often, one can only wonder if La Casa shouldn't have been designated a fan-time care-free facility.

INCIDENTAL INTELLIGENCE: Probably not overly well known by other than Class Notes scribes is the fact that our illustrious Alumni Magazine produces the acronym DAM, and the periodical it has created for the class secretaries enjoys the sobriquet DAMNewsletter. It is our personal, though unsubstantiated, belief that DAMN is actually an echo of an explosion from some anguished secretary frustrated by the lack of hard news.

THE WAY WE WERE: April 1939. Echoes of Winter Carnival linger: ". . . There seemed to be more '38ers there than undergraduates." Among them: WillieThomas, Dave Hosmer, Bud Devlin,Whitey Mays, Lou Fortuna, Sam Caldwell, Henry Beck, Bob Reno, and ArtSoule.

All was not serene in those days, however. In New Haven, as Green met Blue in hockey, an unruly group of '38s sitting on the Yale side engaged in "a neat imbroglio of booing and peanut throwing. The unruly: Bob Reno, Howie Rea, Art Soule,Wright Mallory, Bud Walls, and the peanut-shell-shocked class secretary, Carl vonPechmann. Heavens.

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