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More freshman reminiscences: One sunny afternoon after football practice, Ted Wolf and MelKing hitchhiked to White River Junction. They had trouble bumming a ride back, but a slow northbound freight looked good, so they hopped on, hobo fashion, expecting to jump off in Norwich. But by the time they got there the train had picked up speed, as though Casey jones was at the throttle, so they stayed on, preferring to end up in Montreal rather than a hospital Many miles to the north, however, the train slowed enough so they could "detrain" and finally hitchhike back to Hanover.

Their train ride reminds me of another. After a weekend hike to a couple of northern cabins, we were supposed to catch a night train at Littleton. We understood the station was unattended at night, and this was a flag stop. So, in the glare of an oncoming headlight, we waved arms, jackets, or whatever was waveable. The whistle let out a yelp, and the train hissed and ground to a halt. To our horror, it was a freight; we'd stopped the wrong train! We wondered if that was a federal crime that would land us in jail—and out of Dartmouth. But then a voice in the darkness was yelling "Back here," and we found, with great relief, that it was a mixed train widi one passenger car.

The advertising in our Freshman Green Book is full of memories. Do you remember the "little" Marmon, the Corvette of the Twenties? Eight cylinders in line; wonderful in traffic or on the road; 75 miles an hour. And the price: $1,795 to $1,995.

If you're not a contributor to the Athletic Sponsor Program, as of course you should be, you missed its 1992-93 annual report, from which I quote: "It is with great sadness that I report the passing of Les Godwin '30, a longtime member of our Advisory Board and a tremendously loyal supporter of Big Green teams. His commitment and dedication have had a significant impact on many generations of Dartmouth student-athletes."

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