Class Note 1943
Issue
September-October 2023
A huge wah-hoo-wah to Sian Beilock. With her inauguration September 22, she will become the 19th president of Dartmouth College, successor to Phil Hanlon ’77. She will be the first female president in our College’s 254-year history. At age 47, she will also be the youngest president in the Ivy League. Sian was born and raised in Berkeley, California, and graduated from UC Berkeley, a well-known, cosmopolitan area. What a great merging of the East Coast and West Coast. Soon to be a teenager, daughter Sarah will take over Hanover’s townsfolk and the student body as the Neidlinger sisters did 80 years ago. Plus, the newest dog in town will be the First Family’s pooch, named Rosie. I applaud the College’s selection of Beilock as the right person for the right position in the right time and right place. Our warmest welcome to all!
Hey, what’s going on in this world? A guy in DAM wants to write about dogs without being hounded. Dog lovers in Hanover will unite for dog-ville. As a kid growing up on a farm on the outskirts of Long Beach, California, I always had a dog. It was always a big German shepherd police dog and always named Jackie. And our wonderful dog was bilingual. He understood both Japanese and English. And Jackie loved rice over tofu, dry onions, and hamburgers with shoyu and mirin. When we moved to Los Angeles in late 1933, Jackie came with us. Then, in August 1935, our family boarded a steamship liner and moved to Tokyo; Jackie was with us. Gads, the four-legged mutts took only 16 pages and the cover out of the 90 pages of the March/April DAM. Nobody was dogging it. Let the poodles still stop traffic on Main Street.
It’s a doggone shame that two alums wrote in—a fellow from a mid ’50s class stated DAM needs “…a different editor” and a second reader wanted the magazine to write about more important events worldwide and not “bury its head in the sand.” I disagree. Dog-lovers in Hanover have a strong case. But in my experience, men love dogs and women love cats (and canaries). There are far more widows than widowers, and the cat-lovers will outvote us in every way. We can’t win. We dog-lovers will lose this dogfight—and some are already in the doghouse. I doggedly fear there is no end to it—and let’s be clear: Dartmouth is definitely not going to the dogs! It’s getting late. I’ll go now, as at 103, I’m dog-tired. Bye bye (arf arf).
—George Shimizu, 2140 Sepulveda Ave., Milpitas, CA 95035; (408) 930-2488; marymariko@comcast.net
Hey, what’s going on in this world? A guy in DAM wants to write about dogs without being hounded. Dog lovers in Hanover will unite for dog-ville. As a kid growing up on a farm on the outskirts of Long Beach, California, I always had a dog. It was always a big German shepherd police dog and always named Jackie. And our wonderful dog was bilingual. He understood both Japanese and English. And Jackie loved rice over tofu, dry onions, and hamburgers with shoyu and mirin. When we moved to Los Angeles in late 1933, Jackie came with us. Then, in August 1935, our family boarded a steamship liner and moved to Tokyo; Jackie was with us. Gads, the four-legged mutts took only 16 pages and the cover out of the 90 pages of the March/April DAM. Nobody was dogging it. Let the poodles still stop traffic on Main Street.
It’s a doggone shame that two alums wrote in—a fellow from a mid ’50s class stated DAM needs “…a different editor” and a second reader wanted the magazine to write about more important events worldwide and not “bury its head in the sand.” I disagree. Dog-lovers in Hanover have a strong case. But in my experience, men love dogs and women love cats (and canaries). There are far more widows than widowers, and the cat-lovers will outvote us in every way. We can’t win. We dog-lovers will lose this dogfight—and some are already in the doghouse. I doggedly fear there is no end to it—and let’s be clear: Dartmouth is definitely not going to the dogs! It’s getting late. I’ll go now, as at 103, I’m dog-tired. Bye bye (arf arf).
—George Shimizu, 2140 Sepulveda Ave., Milpitas, CA 95035; (408) 930-2488; marymariko@comcast.net