1948

"You're only as old as you feel!" Dr. Lou Clarke epitomizes this statement as he prepares for a sailing adventure possibly around the world in his 37-foot Valiant sloop beginning this summer, a trip Lou thinks could take three years. A hard-working doctor in western Massachusetts since earning his M.D. at DMS and Rochester Med (where he and Tom Huffman were classmates), Lou got sick of insurance companies and lawyers in trying to run the Providence Hospital in Holyoke. So he retired January 1 to give his Frolic (which he had previously bought in Hilton Head and sailed to Puerto Rico, with a broken hip from a fall as a side effect) some real attention. When we talked in March Lou and Frolic were in a little marina at Fajardo at P.R.'s eastern side. They were about to sail into the Grenadines with extensive island-hopping before he returns to the Bay State to sell his house in preparing for a sail to the Mediterranean and perhaps on around beginning in July. He's divorced, his four kids are fine but scattered to the four winds, meaning one of Lou's problems is finding someone to join him for the trip. "What I'd ideally like," he says wistfully, "is a mature 18-year-old woman with the right measurements who can also handle a jib sheet and navigate." Failing that, the chemistry has to be right, but would-be '48 globetrotters interested in talking about it can call Lou's aide, Debby, at (413) 569-1612 in the evening for his number. Lou sounds serious about this. Any takers?

(During our years in Hanover Lou was often found in Tuckerman's Ravine on Mt. Washington in the spring for marvelous sunshine and corn-snow skiing, but said the last time he saw this great place was from his own small plane several years ago. Lou, I still have a great photo of you, Bill Malone, and the late Keith McLoud in the sun in front of the Howard Johnson Hut below the Little Headwall on one of those long ago weekends. Remember?)

"Old Sarge" George MacGillivray still lives in Bethesda, his wife having died and the three kids successfully making their ways in the world, one a Ph.D. in physics. Mac still recalls as today how he was hurt in a boxing match during a smoker in Alumni Gym on VE Day in May 1945, his return to the dorm in Fritz Alexander's arms, and his discharge from the Corps in a Boston hospital on VJ Day. This enabled him to return to Hanover for his final three semesters on the GI Bill. Mac still occasionally sees highly decorated fellow marine Bob Sebilian. (Will you forget Mac's story of the auto collision of Bill Carpenter and himself with the elephant one pitch black night outside Philadelphia?)

Ken Saunders spends winters in Vero Beach with the Dodgers. In March he had just seen Howard Cook at a meeting of the Treasure Coast Dartmouth Club, and earlier had run into someone with a Dartmouth shirt in a local grocery store. Was Joe Hickman, now a permanent Florida resident. Going back to Crosby in '44, Ken recalled that he and Dick Donahue roomed on the third floor across from Charley McCarthy and Rog Zorn and down the hall from John Price, Dean Rathbun, and Ev Wilson.

He still remembers how every morning at the crack of dawn Ev turned on his record player LOUDLY and woke up the entire floor with Bunny Berigan's classic, Can't Get Started. Is this the way it was? Remember?

As you read this in June the current edition of the Alumni Fund is ending. Marv Axelrod and his agents are out there. Are you helping? The long cause deserves it.

Fran Hummel, Lloyd Krumm, and Pat McAllister want us all to know that the tea during our 50th is for all ladies!

Sonny Drury, 10214 Del Monte, Houston, TX 77042

Id really like a mature 18-year-old woman with the right measurements who can also handle a jib sheet and navigate. Lou CLARKE '48