1941

Among the working stiffs, oft is the cry "Another day, another dollar." Now, alas, in the circle of our autumn years, the repetition is more likely "Another month, another death." This time, in the curious working of fate, it's Pete Jacobsen, February last, at his Massachusetts retirement home in Sagamore Beach, leaving his memory with Jacqueline, one daughter, and no fewer than three "Dartmouth sons." Also a survivor, as reported in Don Hagen's February issue of DFTD, Dan Provost upon the loss of Maxine following a long illness.

Among the living, I see that 30 of the class have rallied to work with Art Hills as ACAs for this year's Alumni Fund. That's a goodly number, but there's a big job to be done including the restoration of recent dropouts and cutbacks. Another letter from Steve Winship, noting here that the reunion schedule for 50 is already "quite crowded," and time to respond to DonStillman's reminder about a "bio/narrative" for the "50th Reunion book." Fill out, send in, come, come. From Bill David, answering my query, a recount of his "latest junket" to Belize with 23 students from Western Maryland College. And Bob Harvey—where did I put it? —recollections of yesteryear to be compared with those of Bruce Friedlich previously mentioned in this space.

Yesteryear! That could be 50 years ago, and lo: in a box of College letters I came across The Dartmouth, issue of May 28, 1940. Biggest headline, over AP releases, informs that "Senate passes bill to bar Communists, Nazis from jobs," and the subhead tells that "Nazi offensives drive Allies back; France fears Italian entrance." Across the page, reporting a Red Cross drive in Hanover for funds for "relief in the recently invaded Low Countries," Pete Glenn gets a quote in his capacity as Paleop delegate to the emergency committee. Elsewhere Hal Van Nostrand is cited for his "strong batting" in SAE's Softball win, but losers in the dormitory and fraternity tennis finals were, respectively, Roger Sands and DickShedden, The Nugget ad is of "Lillian Russell," and the review by "R.W.H." (i.e., Bob Harvey) observes that the film "moves with the speed of its own horse cars and gets nowhere in particular." At the Campus Cafe, 65Ç would get one an appetizer, cold boiled lobster with drawn butter, French fried potatoes, choice of two vegetables, rolls, dessert, and beverage. For 15Ç you could get your pants pressed at the Tailor Shop at 6 Leb next to the bank.

Putting it all together on the Daily D in second semester, junior year for 1941, in addition to Harvey, were: Chuck Bolte,Fred Begole, Jupe Lewis, Julie Koenig, and two no longer with us, Cliff Stratton and Mouse Hall. One or more of them by the way, beginning an editorial on "The Word Needs Meaning," wrote that "The most puzzling part of getting a liberal education is that you never can be sure what it is you're supposed to be getting." Hmmm, sounds familiar.

Haven't seen a '41 er of late, outside of Hanover, not since luncheon with Littlefield, but elderhosteling in Chicago's museums led to reconnection with old buddy Moe Clarke '42, paths crossed in South Carolina with Dave Edson '52, and wearing my D-cap sparked conversation on separate occasions with the father and the girlfriend of Frank Polsinello '84, erstwhile quarterback for the Big Green. Lastly in this vein, but not leastly to be sure, is Bob Quimby '75, the internist to whom I turn in my body for periodic tune-ups with the hope he sees no need for a major overhaul. Peace, brothers.

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