Class Note 1948
Issue
January-February 2021
Ann Briggs lives in Rochester, New York, and was able to attend a number of our mini-reunions. She sent us a nice note advising how much she enjoyed them and always felt the widows were welcomed by the class. They indeed were, and it was good to hear from her.
Hugh Ettinger wrote, “Nothing much going on in New Orleans. I’ve been sheltering in place with a bull’s-eye upon the back. I suppose everybody in late middle age (a nice euphemism) is doing the same thing.” Hugh was V-12 at Dartmouth and I’ll quote an abbreviated version of his fun remembrances: “Seeing the obituary of William B. Enright ’47 took me back. The Navy assigned us to dorm rooms by the first letter of our last names. In my room at Massachusetts Hall and in the next rooms were Eberly, Enright, Ettinger, Eddy, Elmer, and jolly Carl Evans from Nashua, New Hampshire. He was one of our linemen when Dartmouth played Notre Dame. He had barely been first string in Nashua and here he was staring up at a large fresh-faced gorilla on every play. I remember Don Alvarez, a guard from Chicago, who lived down the hall. They called him ‘watch-charm guard.’ Here we were, fresh out of high school, 17 to 19 years old, never having been much away from home. My home was on the south shore of Long Island. Eddy came from New Jersey, Bill Enright from Queens, New York. He had a good buddy from Queens, Al Kaplan, who later commanded a ship of some sort. We all wound up in the Pacific; Bill Enright on a cruiser, I think, where he served with a guy named Weld who was a big man on campus at Dartmouth after the war. Bill Enright was a charismatic guy. The atmosphere in a room would light up when he walked in. It’s hard to pin down but there are people like that. After college Bill went to California and enrolled in law school. He worked in one of the district attorney offices in southern California and then President Nixon made him a federal judge. He was a skinny guy in college. I visited him in his office in San Diego maybe 30 years ago. He had put on weight but was still the same guy—charismatic and fun to be with.”
Joyce and I are still hunkered down at our Naples, Florida, condo and plan to come back north in April, I hope properly vaccinated. While I enjoy the golf, summer in southern Florida is difficult. Every day is the same, even as of this writing in mid-October, with temperatures in the upper 80s or low 90s, high humidity, and thunderstorms forecast every afternoon.
—Dave Kurr, 603 Mountain Ave., Apt. 331, New Providence, NJ 07974; (781) 801-6716; djkurr@verizon.net
Hugh Ettinger wrote, “Nothing much going on in New Orleans. I’ve been sheltering in place with a bull’s-eye upon the back. I suppose everybody in late middle age (a nice euphemism) is doing the same thing.” Hugh was V-12 at Dartmouth and I’ll quote an abbreviated version of his fun remembrances: “Seeing the obituary of William B. Enright ’47 took me back. The Navy assigned us to dorm rooms by the first letter of our last names. In my room at Massachusetts Hall and in the next rooms were Eberly, Enright, Ettinger, Eddy, Elmer, and jolly Carl Evans from Nashua, New Hampshire. He was one of our linemen when Dartmouth played Notre Dame. He had barely been first string in Nashua and here he was staring up at a large fresh-faced gorilla on every play. I remember Don Alvarez, a guard from Chicago, who lived down the hall. They called him ‘watch-charm guard.’ Here we were, fresh out of high school, 17 to 19 years old, never having been much away from home. My home was on the south shore of Long Island. Eddy came from New Jersey, Bill Enright from Queens, New York. He had a good buddy from Queens, Al Kaplan, who later commanded a ship of some sort. We all wound up in the Pacific; Bill Enright on a cruiser, I think, where he served with a guy named Weld who was a big man on campus at Dartmouth after the war. Bill Enright was a charismatic guy. The atmosphere in a room would light up when he walked in. It’s hard to pin down but there are people like that. After college Bill went to California and enrolled in law school. He worked in one of the district attorney offices in southern California and then President Nixon made him a federal judge. He was a skinny guy in college. I visited him in his office in San Diego maybe 30 years ago. He had put on weight but was still the same guy—charismatic and fun to be with.”
Joyce and I are still hunkered down at our Naples, Florida, condo and plan to come back north in April, I hope properly vaccinated. While I enjoy the golf, summer in southern Florida is difficult. Every day is the same, even as of this writing in mid-October, with temperatures in the upper 80s or low 90s, high humidity, and thunderstorms forecast every afternoon.
—Dave Kurr, 603 Mountain Ave., Apt. 331, New Providence, NJ 07974; (781) 801-6716; djkurr@verizon.net