1983

You might have noticed (we hope you have) that a Dartmouth Alumni Magazine or two have come and gone without any news under this heading. Well, you can breathe a sigh of relief. It’s taken us a little while to recover from our spectacular Tenth Reunion, but we now have a whole new set of class officers.

It’s my pleasure to announce that FrankDavis is our new president, Patricia ShepardGreene our new treasurer, Julie KeeganReed our newsletter editor, JulieCochran and John Sinclair our head agents, and Jim Tenßroek our mini-reunion chair- man, while I take the role of class secretary.

We all have a tough act to follow (except for Jim, who was mini-reunion chair the last time around as well). Anni Dupre Santry was an inspiration as class president during the past five years and deserves thunderous applause. Likewise Charles Morrison, who did dou- ble-duty as VP and treasurer; Ken Johnson, who wrote enviably snappy class notes as sec- retary; and Kathy Bachelder Coster and Beth Winnick Falcone, who not only were our head agents, but who raised $ 152,804 for last year’s Alumni Fund (with 51 -percent class participation) and who, for their efforts, were awarded citations for outstanding service from the Alumni Fund Committee.

For those of you who were wondering, 30 percent of us showed up at the reunion in June—that’s 310 alums and a total of 558 people. It seemed like an awfully large pro- portion of those extra 248 were in diapers, but they already looked perfectly at home toddling across the Green. I’m relying on memory here, but I believe that Mary Gerraughty Shaia and Tony Shaia ’B2 have thus far pro- duced the largest number of prospectives, with four little (and not so little) boys. Howie Brick appeared to have the most recent addi- tion to the Dartmouth family actually at the reunion, and I believe his name is Jeremy.

Melissa Kaish came all the way to Hanover from Paris, where she is working for Sara Lee, but Michelle Ott had an even longer flight. She’s living in Prague, and her only com- plaint is that the dating scene is uninspiring. Through some quirk of genetics, she reports, all the women in Prague are beautiful, the men markedly less so.

By the way, the information superhighway now leads to Dartmouth. I was delighted to receive my first Class Notes e-mail missive, which came from Phil Hultin. He reports that he and his wife, Monica, recently moved to Winnipeg, Canada, where he is now an assis- tant professor of chemistry at the University of Manitoba. “Academic positions in science are like that,” he explains. “I graduate in June 1983 and get my first job ten years later.” No less of an achievement was the arrival of their first child, Michael Daniel, on September 24.

Phil has set a fine example for the rest of you. Please write, call, or e-mail! (The address for e-mail is .) Do it now. Don’t be shy.

I certainly won’t be. Many of you may not be aware of this, but right after college I worked for two years as a gossip columnist in New York (in fact—and this is a walk down memory lane—Jack Campbell and Alan Bick accompanied me to one of the very first par- ties I covered). My point, though, is that any qualms I might have about making things up disappear in the face of a deadline. So I look forward to hearing from you all.

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