1951

We were in Hanover on a splendid June weekend to escort an honored guest to the 50th Reunion Luncheon of the class of 1942. On my arm was Helen Brooks, who, with Mary McCulloch, accompanied by Sandy McCulloch '50, represented the great class of 1917, which would have celebrated its 75th this same weekend. The two ladies were given a deserved rouse during introductions. Your scribe was only a little embarrassed to also be introduced in his role as the ladies' driver while the president of Dartmouth's Board of Trustees was overlooked. I hope it is not indiscreet to pass on the news that that very same president, our Mike Heyman, has agreed to extend his term for an additional year. President Freedman's remarks to the group dealt with a view of Dartmouth in the next 50 years, and I felt the audience was solidly in tune with his vision.

Herb Knight asked me to contact a few old friends for the Alumni Fund. It's always a pleasure to visit with these guys. For example, I learned that Paul Harvey, whom most of us still think of as a Jersey Shore innkeeper, has been selling securities with Bear Stearns in N.Y.C. Many of us remember his beautiful blond wife, Jeanne, one of the faithful most weekends at Chi Phi. Paul and Jeanne can brag of five daughters, five college graduations, five weddings, and ten grandchildren. The Harveys have a place in West Palm Beach, Fla., where they will probably end up in retirement not long from now.

Then I rang up Justin McCarthy out in Dayton, Ohio. Mac recently retired from a former St. Regis Paper entity and is taking things easy. He told of volunteering to give special math assistance in the local school, an effort that required some refurbishing of skills from an ill-remembered college major. He confirms the joys and rewards of working with kids. My flogging of mini-reunions prompted Mac to recall his Army days when JackGiegerich (former mini chair) was under his command at some training location. Jack would come in on Friday admitting to eight demerits and pleading for a dose of old school fidelity to avoid the next two that would ground him for the weekend. Mac says "I used to give Jack one to keep him honest but I never really gigged him." In closing, Mac allowed as how he had been in Hanover by chance en route to Montreal on the weekend of last February's winter mini. Regrettably, he didn't stumble across us, nor we across him, and it has to go down as a missed opportunity.

Frank "Inky" Ulrichs Jr., Norwich ,N.Y., died June 17. An obituary will appear later.

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