Robert “Bob” DeOrmond McLaughry passed away on September 7 at his home in Hanover, surrounded by his loving family. Bob spent most of his childhood in Providence, Rhode Island, where he attended the Moses Brown School, then Phillips Academy in Andover, Massachusetts. As a teenager he and a friend drove a 1936 Packard convertible in a race against The Limited, an overnight train, from New York to Chicago on gravel roads. The Packard arrived first. At Dartmouth Bob majored in political science and played football for his father and coach, “Tuss” McLaughry. His membership in Psi Upsilon, Casque & Gauntlet and Green Key (as president) started him on a path of service to Dartmouth, as class president 1959-69 as well as in advisory positions in the class including as reunion chair and Alumni Fund and class agent. World War II called in 1942, and Bob served as a Marine fighter pilot. In November 1950 his squadron at the Naval Air Station in Squantum, Massachusetts, was called to active duty in the Korean conflict, where he again piloted the Corsair and the new F7F Tigercat. After three campaigns in the Far East he earned the rank of colonel; he remained in the Marine Corps Reserve as air group commander until 1968 and never gave up his love of flying. After eight years in marketing in the oil industry, he returned to Hanover to raise his family. He served as president of the Hanover/Lebanon board of realtors and director and president of the N.H. and national associations of realtors. Bob became active in community planning in Hanover in the 1960s and 1970s. He served for 10 years as town selectman, six years on the planning board, nine years on the board of assessors and in other public service positions. Bob was an avid skier, skiing an average of 35 days a year, and took his last runs at age 91 at the Dartmouth Skiway. He played golf and traveled widely. He and wife Joan were married 24 years and had four children. After her death, he was fortunate to marry Ann DeWolfe, who died in 2013. Their shared commitment to Dartmouth, and Hanover by extension, was evident in their work for the town and the College. At every home football game they provided an elegant tailgate at the Sphinx, Bob in his raccoon coat pouring Bloody Marys for anyone within earshot. He was our Mr. Dartmouth, and unforgettable.

—Betty Munson, 23 Linscott Road N, York, ME 03909; elizmunson1944 @gmail.com