1945

What a delightful interlude, to leave behind the local murders, the foreign crises, the utterings of political fools, national and local, and a mini-reunion in Hanover, socializing with other '45s! With 71 of our family participating, Mini Major Domo Bob Aldom and Glad hosted us all for cocktails at their beautiful Hartland, Vt., home. We marched in the parade of classes at Dartmouth Night, after a buffet set up by Howard Houts, circled the bonfire (which custom I understand is under attack by environmentalists) and had a wonderful time in 7 0-degree weather. The Big Green oudasted Cornell, though causing ulcers for yours truly and Buddy Teevens. If you missed it, mark your 1992 calendar: October 17 for the Yale game.

Your class executive committee passed the following resolution and asked Cliff Jordan, our Alumni Council representative, to transmit it to the Council's College Relations Group in December 1991: "It is the unanimous consensus of the Executive Committee of Dartmouth class of 1945 that the recent pronouncement by Ira Heyman, Chairman of the Dartmouth Trustees, concerning the projected elimination of ROTC at Dartmouth in 1993, is ill-advised and wrong."

Sam' Cutler wrote, last October, of playing golf in Scottsdale and Sedona, Ariz, (where the ball carries further), and of besting wife Gertie (net), after she had helped run a USGA tourney for gals out there. They took in the Grand Canyon, but vertigo prevented Sam teeing it up and bashing one from the South Rim. Good going, Sam—can't let the gals win all the time, like Allon Pierce did at the Johnny Brooks Open.

Don Cole and I grieve over reports of fighting in Croatia, Yugoslavia, which we visited after our freighter trip in 1990. Accounts of shellings and blockades off Pula, Rijeka, Split, and beautiful Dubrovnik seem incredible when we think of that lovely land and its hospitable people.

Shades of Nelson Wormwood! Bob Paulson advises he didn't get much mileage out of the beautiful green "D '45" license plate Marge bought him at our reunion auction. Seems it was stolen while he was attending a conference at the U. of Maine. He wonders, "Why?" I guess those Mainiac thieves were jealous, Bob.

Thought for the month: If you really want to become a philosopher, get married.

Since this is for February's issue, hope you had a Happy New Year and a pleasant President's Day, too.

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