Already, though I’ve just finished the minutes of the class meeting, it’s time to send Holiday Greetings to all you great classmates, wives, widows, sparring partners, and other close friends who make up the 1930 family. The holidays include New Year’s, which means 1994. Just around the corner is our 65th, when, it is rumored, we’ll stay at the Hanover Inn and march with the graduating class, if “march” is the right word, and underclassmen will be saying, “Look at those old crocks.” So it’s time to revive our 1955 battle cry, but now it’s “Stay alive to Ninety-Five!”
Long before this comes out you will have received Bob Keene’s fine report on the 1993 mini. The spirit was high, but the numbers were down: a total of 39,1 believe, against 49 last year; 20 atFriday’s annual meeting vs. 31 in 1992; and 11 hearties in the Bema lunch bunch (Two Davises, two Stones, and two Squires, plus Art Behai, Bob Keene, GeneMagenau, Ted Wolf, and, as always, Marr), compared to 20 last year. Our Friday and Saturday were beautiful, sandwiched between two rainy, foggy, miserable days, Thursday and Sunday—thus the roughest trip ever from Lebanon to Boston to Dallas. More trans- portation problems, too, but I don’t have enough room here.
Two years ago, you wouldn’t remember, I reported the demise of a Dartmouth institu- tion, Campion’s, long a Saturday pre-game shopping and sightseeing mecca for alumni and spouses. Last year its space was occupied by Brewster’s, four store fronts and basement, air attractive but pricey emporium of upscale ladies’ and gents’ dress and sports wear. But the pre-game crowd was all at the Co-op, across the street.
This year, almost predictably, Brewster’s is gone, and the space is empty again. But we’ve come almost full circle. As reported by Dr. Wheelock’s Journal in die September issue, the Campion name has reappeared. Jim Cam- pion Ill’s widow has opened Campion’s Women’s Shop in the bank building down Main Street. Very nice—l wish her luck.
Happy Holidays!
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