1957

It is shortly after two a.m., Wednesday night, the last full day of our 35 th. The jazz band is history. Only a few bitter-enders at the class tent in front of the gym resist calling it quits. Then what do we overhear? Nothing other than one Edward Lewis SpetnagelIII enlightening two undergraduates to the effect that "I'm the Bear." "You are?" replies one with conspicuous awe (most likely an AD waitihg for sophomore summer to begin), "I've heard of you." Now, after 35 years, we can all bask in this evidence of die class of 1957's undying influence. A few minutes later T-Bear, Skip Bohn, Ron Judson, and the two kids are observed heading off toward AD in search of further revels.

At least 70 classmates made it back to Hanover for reunion despite the midweek scheduling, and I suspect 20 or 30 more showed up for just a day or an evening and may have escaped the official census. "Bob Baehr, in from Norway, is most likely to have traveled the longest distance. The weather was fantastic, just as it usually was when we were leaving for summer vacation. Here's a sampling of what went on.

Some of the early arrivals enjoyed an overnight at the Moosilauke Ravine Lodge and a climb up the mountain, which culminated in the planting of our class flag at the summit.

On Tuesday Bill Edgerton conducted a sold-out seminar on fine wines. It started out rather studiously and quietly. The first wine was described and tasted, notes were made, and reactions discreetly exchanged. "By the fourth wine," according to my source, "it was beginning to get quite noisy in the hall; and by the sixth, it was completely out of control.'' When that evolution was pointed out to Bill, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I know, it's like that every time." That evening a clam and lobster feed was enjoyed at the Bema, and the day concluded with music and conversation at the class tent.

Wednesday morning, Rev. Doug Trottier conducted a memorial service for the 52 classmates who are no longer with us. Later, JackHall wound up his term as class president by conducting the class meeting and passing the gavel to his successor, Clark Griffiths. DanGoggin announced that the magic $50,000 contribution figure had been passed, making the class of 1957 scholarship a reality.

After golf, tennis, shopping, and seminars (including one on herbs by our first lady, Happy Griffiths), the class spruced up and convened for dinner at the DOC House. Head Agent Jack Cramer presented the 35th Reunion Alumni Fund check to President JimFreedman. In his remarks, Jim paid tribute to the loyalty that Dartmouth Alumni have for the College, expressed in both financial support and continuing involvement. He also mentioned how much it means to him to be a member of our class.

And now I hand this column over to DickPerkins and anticipate great things from the new management. As John Sloan Dickey said at times like this, so long. I hope we'll meet up again soon.

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Down on the dock, Steve Hibbs '57; showsastounded classmate Ted Everett what youcan do with 35 years of post-grad training.