1935

The best batch yet of responses to my "yearbook" questionnaire, all varied and interesting, have me leaning now, in all seriousness, toward compiling a post-reunion recap as an unscientific cross section of Life After 55 Years in the Wide World. So even though a Reunion Yearbook is clearly not in the cards, I'll continue the mailings for a while at least.

From Bob Chittim '3O, a nice note commenting on heavy 1935 participation in the $3,800 of contributions in memory of Harry Ferries, to the Sarasota Dartmouth Club Memorial Scholarship Fund. "A tribute to a very nice guy." And an unexpected and very nice note from a promising candidate for admission, thanking me for helping finance a trip to Hanover through the Athletics Sponsor Program. He may be playing soccer for the Big Green next year! A long letter from our esteemed president, in reply to my cry for guidance during a soul-searching spell of disenchantment with the College. It was inspired by a clipping from the Palm Beach Post describing a rather inelegant performance before the University of Central Florida by "Dartmouth College's R.A.I.D. Roadshow." Yank points out that a single issue can't be the basis for giving up on an institution that has been a source of pride and loyalty for 55 years. So be it!

Gleanings from the last batch of survey responses: Len Bryant is disgusted with the "special interests and drive for reelection" which have been leading us "toward bankruptcy for nine years." Dave Buxbaum reminds us of the dire predictions on the state of the College, nation, and world made 100 and 200 years ago. Bill Chapman, on the East Europe situation, is "wary of the unplanned directions all revolutions can take," but is nevertheless a "long-range optimist." George Colton's doctor tells him he will "live to be 95 at least," and George shares Bill's view that events in Eastern Europe "may well lead to some hard and dangerous times," and Howie Croninger applauds "the prospect of 'peace dividend' but hopes we don't screw it up."

Jack Davis is glad he attended Dartmouth when he did instead of now —and sees a '90 graduate saying the same thing 55 years hence. Chuck Dinneen is in good health except for thousand-year-old knees (me too, Chuck), and claims that alcohol is "not too addictive only martinis" (me too again). And Cam Duncan has hung up his airplane spurs, thanks to mother nature "rearing her ugly head" in the form of a hearing impairment.

That puts me over my limit. Peace and love to y'all-all y'all.

6680 Williamson Drive, Atlanta, GA 30328