1938

THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT A SOLDIER: This month it's Old Soldier Bill Sherman who is quietly but firmly up in arms about the situation in Hanover. Bill's position versus Charlie Hitchcock's is a definite gentlemen's disagreement. It was promised that this column would not become a forum, and so it will not.

The thought does emerge, however, that if strong men with strong convictions could employ the restraint evidenced in letters like Bill's, then progress toward solutions might be swifter.

On to less controversial matters. Bill, who wrote a great "update" letter, also sent a piece that seems to reflect the spirit of Dartmouth—most particularly, the class of 1938. "Youth," it read, "is not a time of life. It is a state of mind." He certainly is proving the point. Having retired from his old business some five years ago, Bill, now foraging under the soubriquet William P. Sherman & Associates, is repping it. He is also jogging three to four miles four times a week, and working on maintaining a 20-year record of driving around (in his youthful enthusiasm he wrote driving to) Europe, with mate Marge in the navigator's seat. Bill's regular support troops include four children and four grandchildren. Now that's a balanced cadre.

ERRATIC ERRATA: "A good reporter always checks his source." This time-tested adage went by the boards when this column's account of the squash court accomplishments of Phil Harty proved baseless and unfounded. According to, yea, demanded by, Phil, "No.l—l never won the U.S. National Doubles Squash Championship. N0.2 I did win the Canadian Doubles Championship three times. N0.3 I would appreciate it if you would correct the record . . . and you might add that I have done nothing recently except for a feeble game of tennis."

Well, shucks, fellas, The New York Times runs a boo-boo column every single day. In any event, Phil, with consummate grace, signed off with, "Great seeing you last June!"

IT'S BETTER IN THE BAHAMAS: Or it was back in the merciless month of March when John Scotford was luffing around those sun-drenched and, as it turned out, largely windless isles in the sailboat of his brother David '44. Scotty reports meeting Chris Andrews '81 and his wife, Ann, on "the notorious Normans Cay" in the Exhumas.

The "notorious" stems from the fact that Colombian drug czar Carlos Lahder usurped the entire resort a while back, as a way station for his nefarious traffic. According to Scotty, he, Lahder, was later smuggled into a U.S. prison. So what is it? Bitter in the Bahamas?

YEA, TEAM!: Give a rouse for the 1988 1989 Class of the Year. It's us!

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