1930

Jim and Phyllis Clark filled a green card with their summer's activities. First, to Phyllis's 80-acre farm near Upper Sandusky, Ohio, where lack of rain had "done a job" on the corn and soy beans. Then to an elder hostel at Central Connecticut College and another at Amherst. They flew to California, where daughter Judy and husband Lloyd drove them to Las Vegas to see their son's two-year-old son (read Jim and Phyllis's great-grandson), who amazed swimmers atthe Stardust Hotel by repeatedly diving into the pool. Back to Ohio then for three weeks' more work at the farm. And great-granddaughter Jill Wesley has just entered Dartmouth '95! Clark offspring multiply fast.

A cryptic note to Milt from Don Shaskan in September suggests that Don attended an American Academy of Psychoanalysis Post Conference of the International Federation of Psychoanalytic Societies in Stockholm on August 18, 1991. Subject, Gender Issues in Psychoanalytic Groups. Sounds like more sexual harassment.

In September I mentioned Campion's going-out-of-business sale. By mini-reunion time it was all boarded up. Next to the Hanover Inn it looked like a broken front tooth. So I did my annual Campion-browsing across the Street at the Dartmouth Co-op, where I spent no money but learned that the prosperous Coop may open a second store in the Campion location, carrying, possibly, a line of ladies' and gents' clothing. Remember, you read it here first.

From William Safire's recent book Fumblerules: "Dartmouth College, after 14 years of coeducation, changed the name of the song 'Men of Dartmouth' to something thought to be less sexist. The choice: 'Alma Mater,' which has syllables that fit the notes but is Latin for 'Fostering Mother'; male freshpersons were appalled."

This year, on my October 15 deadline, I've remembered that this is the time to wish you all Happy Holidays and a healthy 1992, and so I do. To the 99 percent of you who didn't receive my personal greeting last year, yours must have gotten lost. I always hope to do better, but can't promise. Greetings.

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Boarded up, Campion's looked like a broken front tooth. Bob Marr '30