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We're still savoring the come-from-behind victory over Yale and its portent of another Ivy title. The post-game party at our place in Madison drew Chet and Pat Cotter, Bill and Trudy Merkle, Mark and Maigaret Cole, Hankand Shiiiey Sariders,Bill Beasley, and Hank and Amy Nachman. We were further honored by the appearance of that 01' southern gentleman and his beautiful wife, Ralph and Edie Hand, all the way from Mississippi. Ralph is still growing cotton and is active in the national association, whose N.Y.C. meeting—apart from the Yale game is what brought him to our area this time. Skip greeted Ralph as "Whitey Hand." He gently corrected her, explaining, "I was never 'Whitey' before I got to Hanover, and I haven't been 'Whitey' since I left." Then added, "But, Skip, you can call me 'Whitey' today if you want to." Fun to have him, and everyone else, like Lois Johnson, down from Hanover, and a few local Dartmouths of other classes.

In New Haven I bumped into Bob Shannon at the Bowl, and there were many other 'sls in town, but they couldn't all come to Madison. Bill Beasley had driven down from Hanover Saturday morning, attended the game and our party, then drove Ralph and Edie to the New Haven train station, a backhaul, before heading back to Hanover. Most of us hadn't made a run like that since receiving our first perfumed note and photo from a distant blind date in the late forties.

Mark Cole retired a couple months ago from his banking career and is now perfecting his skills as an entrepreneurial tax consultant in Fairfield, Conn. Margaret reports that he's no problem to her since she continues to work.

Six days later, we were on our way to the Fall Weekend, starting with Lu and Peter Martin's deli, our newest Dartmouth Night tradition. What a pleasure to arrive in town and not have to wonder where to go to find your friends. Lu counted 62 people, all from the '5l family or close relatives. Batch will have gone into the guest list in his "Fables" by now (I hope). Our crowd almost dominated the parade and only fragmented when we gathered in the glow of Dartmouth Hall to hear messages from groups everywhere reaffirming their vows. The now-mixed Glee Club cast long shadows against the white brick of Dartmouth Hall and reminded one of a European sound and light show on the grounds of a great casde.

Bill Boynton's terrific Saturday morning seminar drew about 45, and proved that we are not of one mind in our life philosophies. Then, off to Mike and Nita Choukas's yard party, where minestrone replaced Nita's traditional chowda. Something about a special request from Vice President Al Mori. The Cornell game, supposedly pivotal, came out right but delayed the start and finish of our class executive committee meeting. President Joe Welch knows how to handle an agenda, and we completed our business in time to rejoin the ladies and head for Dave and Barb Hall's lovely Hanover home. I had too much fun to make many notes; Batch, it's up to you.

We recently learned of the November death of Roy Reynolds, of Arlington, Va. Roy's obituary will appear in a future issue. Also, we were deeply saddened to learn of the death of Rabbi Bill Leffler's wife, Alana, after a very brief illness.

There are some happier sidebars on people we've seen and we'll get to them next month. If the minis described here sounded like fun, mark down February 14—15,1992, in Hanover. We'll look for you at Mori's, where you can try Dottie's chowda. Keep in touch.

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