1941

Enough already with the nostalgia; let's get back to reality. It's April and the flag is flying: a mere 60 days or so until The Big Pow-wow. Will you be there with your feathers flying, marching to the beat of the Dartmouth Drummer, singing to the College on the Hill? You will not be without old friends, that's for sure. Helluva listing in Reunion Letter No. 5 from Bill and Steve. (Couldn't find my own name but the co-chairs do have me down to work the Saturday dinner so I'd better be there.)

Not to be included, for the 50th or more reunions, are the names increasingly commanding space on the roll of the departed: Bill Broer, Harry Broh, Chuck Carleton,Jim Mclellan, and Denny Palmer have most recently come to the attention of this toller of the bell. But may they join with us in spirit, as we foregather with all of our differences-Together Again—to celebrate College and Class, compatibly critical in keeping with what Walter Lippmann referred to as "the hospitality of an inquiring mind." And they shall be remembered, not only with memorial books and a service in Rollins, but eternally in the body of the class, perhaps as Memorial Field records a sentiment for the fallen of WWI: "The Mother keeps them in her heart/ And guards their alter flame/ The still north remembers them/ The hill winds know their name/ And the granite of New Hampshire keeps the record of their fame."

John Reed, who will be there, was also thereabouts last summer to attend Alumni College when he wasn't back and forth to Alaska in his camper. The Bowers, John and Nancy, send regrets: the marriage of a son is going to get in the way. Don't know yet about Howie Wilson, missing from the master list, but I am aware, courtesy of Patrice Pisano, that 1991 brings a 20th anniversary to Howard Wilson & Company Inc. The firm is an ad agency in Boston, and the staff ran a "Happy Birthday" ad "to our Fearless Leader," which pictured the boss perched on his pony at about the age of ten. Montana Magazine, Sept-Oct 1990, ran a nice piece on Ron Losee, who "looks the part of an old-fashioned country doctor (but) is in fact a world-famous surgeon (having) unravelled secrets of man's most complex joint and developed a revolutionary technique to repair knees." (Good to know, the way my left one is beginning to ache.) Another sawbones, Al Ferguson, retired in 1986 after 33 years in the Department of Orthopedic Surgery of the University of Pittsburgh. His career was also distinguished, including numerous professional honors, and now he has had a first-time showing of the portrait and pastoral landscape paintings he has turned out in retirement. Professionally an artist, Rog Epply had another exhibit a while ago, this time in Old Saybrook, Conn., as reported in the Hartford Courant. I received the cutting from Bob Harvey who asks, "How did I get to be Epply's PR manager?" News of Slip Rainie, via Tim Takaro in Dartmouth Medicine says she is hanging in as chief medical consultant for Voc Rehab in New Hampshire. I also received a card from Connie Hatch with a thank you for Bob's memorial book. And from the Barstow brood an impressive spread from the press about Rob's unending effort to save the whales. In Tacoma, Wash., is Ken Gross, retired radiologist. A note from Pat Hart told of Bud's special feeling for Dartmouth. And morelater. Carpe Diem.

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DARTMOUTH CLASS OF 1941 50th JUNE 7-JUNE 9, 1991 TOGETHER AGAIN