1959

Hurrah! Some of you have heard the appeal, and some have answered, bless you! Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and Happy Hanukkah.

Hanover, Homecoming, and the height of humor and happiness: Due to our empty mailbox, Phoebe and I traveled to Hanover hoping to unearth some news from our silent '59ers. Of course Harry '91 and Christine '94 had a bit to do with the trip. We arrived in time to join a pregame party and enjoyed the company of Whitney Gates '91, daughter of our own Mark Gates. We discovered that Mark has taken on a new endeavor, a consulting business aimed at helping European companies do business in the USA and vice versa. How about some additional info, Mark?

Then we joined in the annual Norman Rockwell-style class parade, and you can all be proud of your three (yes, three) classmates who displayed the '59 banner. We enjoyed watching the class of '32 march by with pride, holding their banner high, while the class of' 22 rode in style in their antique cars. Stu Mackler and a friend carried our banner, and as we turned onto the Green, John Davis joined with brass trumpet in hand. He led the parade in the band and was ready, along with other alumni, to make a small D during the next day's half-time entertainment. John is still working the family farm in Sterling, Mass. Our small group was hardly noticed as people were talking about the reduced number of tiers on the bonfire, while the '94s chanted and danced around the magnificent fire.

The big game with Yale brought out a large crowd in spite of a major downpour lasting all day. Ted Robinson and MelSwenson and family members all stayed to the end, and what an ending. The '94s darted from the west to the east stands and slid on their bellies in the center of the field it was hog heaven.

In my continuing search for news, we droppea by Lou's to see Bob Watson. He claims that business in Hanover in general has been flat; however, he was enjoying a booming weekend. George Kraus of Naples, Fla., was seen enjoying the weekend with his family, but we could not coerce him to march with us. His daughter Christine is a'91.

Bob Worthington writes from Las Cruces, N.M., that he is currently on the business faculty in the department of journalism at New Mexico State. He moved to Las Cruces in 1987 and to his current teaching post during the 1989 spring semester; however, while riding his Honda 750, he was hit by a one-ton truck. The result was three-and-a-half hours in the operating room, three weeks in the hospital, and three more at home. His left leg is two inches shorter than his right and he has only 75 percent usage of his left arm and hand. Next summer he hopes to walk and run again. Bob was recently elected director of the Aviation and Space Writers Association, as well as president of the U.S. Pilots Association. He also has some top-notch advertising graduates looking for employment from the Southwest.

See you next year.

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