Class Notes

1935

OCTOBER 1996 David A. Buxbaum
Class Notes
1935
OCTOBER 1996 David A. Buxbaum

Dero Saunders sent copies of cards which were sent to him for The Tearbag, as follows: MelRothschild Jr. writes that he has taken no trips nor has he had any "newsworthy happenings of late." He says, "I have moved from my previous home in Glencoe to another location in Glencoe which is interesting for two reasons. Firstly, it was owned by good friends of mine who have moved into an apartment. Secondly, the house is on property which was owned by my parents where I spent many summers."

Fred Mebel wrote to Dero, "I see by the last issue of The Tearbag when you were referring to contributions to the Dartmouth Art Museum that you were unaware of the contributions I used to bring with me on each visit to the College...By the way, my dear wife, Claire, passed away September 1994 and I had a stroke February 1995 and have moved to 10 Clock Tower Lane, Old Westbury, NY 11568."

Lowell Haas sent me a clipping from a Duluth newspaper which reads (in part): "Dudley J. Russell gave Duluth city councilors a passing grade Monday night. The former city councilor and charter commission member congratulated the city and its various councils for keeping its form of government alive for 40 years. He is especially pleased because he helped change the city's government to what it is today."

Here's a little news about myself: I had a delightful trip in June—sailed to England on the QE2 and flew home on the Concorde. I got off to a scary start, because I couldn't find my passport, and my daughter had to drive me into New York very early in the morning, where I was able to get a new one on an emergency basis, about an hour before the ship sailed. Once on board I was treated royally; the staff, from the captain down to the cabin steward, the deckhands, and the waiters and the wine steward all went out of their way to make the voyage very pleasant.

The flight back was great; once we got to cruising altitude we were served champagne, more champagne with our meal, and given a souvenir briefcase which contained a notepad, a pen, and a little photo album. We left England at 10:30, British time, and arrived in New York at 9:30, where I was met by my ever-faithful daughter.

The son of Herb Ostrow (Sam '62), sent me a letter saying that his father is "too busy to write (so he says). However, he did promise me after this tax season ended on April 15 (yes, he is still a member in the CPA firm he founded in 1977) that he would no longer work more than seven days a week!"

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