1940

Gilbert L. Myers recalls: "My immature rationale for seeking admission to Dartmouth rested on two illogical reasons. One: An exciting Dartmouth running back, whose name has faded with time, captured my imagination in the early 1930s. Two: The older sister of a neighborhood friend of mine was in the queens court of one of the Colleges famed Winter Carnivals. The quality of the school's educational credentials didn't seem to be a major reason for selection. In any event, scholar or not, I matriculated.

"My first Winter Carnival was memorable for loaning some money, which was never repaid, to another freshman. My first Green Key was unforgettable for the Saturday evening concert and my inability to remember Jerry Sullivan's name when I picked up my date for the Saturday evening dance; she was so gorgeous in her blue evening dress that my mental processes came to a halt.

"The most remarkable event of those years, however, because of its fury, was the hurricane of 1938 that swept up the East Coast, leaving destruction in its wake. Dick Warner and I watched a big elm bend before the wind, knocking bricks out of a nearby building, its roots buckling the asphalt pavement from curb to curb, an amazing display of natures power. Several ho hies lost roofs and, sadly, many of Hanover's elms were lost as well."

Thanks for the memories, Gil. That was the New England hurricane of 1938, sometimes called the Long Island Express. I remember it well.

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