Bob Newman died on April 26. Bill Scherman and he enjoyed a mutual admiration society for each other. I’ll add that he was a gentleman in every sense of the word. A perfect tribute follows from the Lidstone family, Karen (Dartmouth exchange student in 1974), David ’76, Susan ’84, Amy ’90. “Robert G. Newman was our next door neighbor in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. He impressed, amazed and fascinated us. He was the head of our local library, but referred to himself as a ‘public servant.’ He was a Melville scholar, a philatelist and a collector of small, colorful old bottles. His home was full of wonderful paintings created by his mother. Mr. Newman was on his own except for some cousins in California and France. When the cousins from France visited, we got to try out our fifth-grade French. During the dog days of summer we were allowed to spread out shoeboxes of used stamps on his garage floor and sort through them for duplicates we might keep. He was very droll. When I found stamps from Zululand I asked him where Zululand was. His answer, ‘Where the Zulus live.’ He came for Sunday dinner, often staying to play Categories, a paper-and-pencil game in which we all tried to be geniuses. He always thought of the toughest categories. He was cautious about coeducation, but changed his tune when the Lidstones, we three sisters and a brother, absorbed his contagious love for Dartmouth. Our widowed mother loved driving him to reunions.”
—Gerry Scherman Day, 1420 Sheridan Road, Apt. 4A, Wilmette, IL 60091