Class Notes 1960

Homecoming with 28 classmates plus guests totaling 53 was a colossal success! We began Friday afternoon hearing John Ferries ’59 explain “Artificial Intelligence for Dummies” in the leather-muraled Paganucci Lounge of Commons. Happy hour followed and then dinner in old Thayer among the student throng. No food fights or dogs this time.

Saturday class meeting in 104 Wilder proceeded with reports by Jim Adler (Dartmouth College Fund), Ken Johansen, Phil Kron (gift planning), Don Sheffield (financial report), Roger Hanlon (Alumni Council), Bob Hager (reunions), Bill Gundy (athletic sponsors and Summer Enrichment at Dartmouth), Gene Kohn and Rick Roesch (dorm art) and (gallery curators), Dick Chase (Dickey Center intern), and Sid Goldman (DAM and scholarship introductions). As usual the meeting highpoint was hearing the student representatives, including six of our sponsored scholars speak about their achievements and future plans. Then out the door to tailgate in the rain but sheltered under a massive tent erected earlier that morning by the intrepid crew of Roesch, Chase, Gundy, Adler, Hager, Lee Horschman, Kohn, Goldman, and Kron. Scholars joined in conversations as we enjoyed Adler’s BBQ, Linda Roesch’s hot soup, and other treats prior to the game. The battle with Columbia was messy but ended in a Green triumph while some in our group toured the Hood. Our closing dinner at the Coolidge Hotel in White River Junction, Vermont, allowed more catching up with those whose friendships we treasure: classmates, wives, and Laura-Beth Goodman and Doug Bryant with daughter Deb DePeter.

Finally, we cheered as the President’s Award was bestowed on Sheffield in recognition of his tireless service as class treasurer. Duncan Mathewson’s comments may reflect our collective feelings of comradeship: “My wife, Arlene, and I greatly enjoyed staying at the Coolidge Hotel during Homecoming and I’m particularly glad to learn that some classmates asked how they could help preserve the hotel’s historic murals. But my highlights of the weekend were visits with Barry Betters at his home in Hartford, Connecticut, and Gordie DeWitt, who lives at Mertens’ House in Woodstock, Vermont.”

We are a very fortunate class to share such fellowship through so many years. Let’s hope for many more reunions as ’round the girdled earth we roam.

—Sid Goldman, 78575 Avenida Ultimo, La Quinta, CA 92253; (305) 849-0475; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Mort Kondracke writes: “Age is catching up to me—heart, spinal stenosis, balance issues—but docs have done wonders, so I feel very grateful, and for Marguerite, who’s a bit younger, healthier, and a fantastic partner. Otherwise, I still write and yak on politics.” Art Coburn is enjoying life in Seattle and working on another novel, Murder in Madrona, while building a website for his first novel, Murder in Concrete. Alex ter Weele is fighting a sciatic nerve that pins him to a chair. Fortunately, it does not interrupt his writing: His latest publication, Sir Alex Talks Soccer, is available anywhere books are sold. Larry Dingman is still more or less functioning, seeing a lot of his friend Gayla, walking daily, and playing trombone in a few musical groups. He talks to Bob Luce often. Bill McClung’s narrative (see March newsletter) on his and Andy Paul’s sophomore year roomies John Goyette and Ken Johansen was right on point. Andy didn’t know he was an intellectual then and appreciated Bill bringing it up. Yes, they were an eclectic group and, interestingly, all ROTC cadets who served in the three different services. On their way to trout fishing in the Great Smoky Mountains, Gail and Bob Derderian enjoyed a visit with Mary and Dave Farnsworth in Asheville, North Carolina. Our graduating scholar Sarrah-Ann Allen ’23,known to the class by her well-received attendance at Homecoming meetings, was chosen as a marshal for Commencement. “Motivated to improve efficiency and promote equity in health care delivery in Jamaica, Sarrah-Ann came to Dartmouth to engage in experiences to learn and grow academically, spiritually, and socially. She was grateful to be a Presidential scholar and Great Issues scholar, to improve her mathematical modeling skills, and think deeply about global health issues. As a Black Legacy Month co-chair, president of NAACP at Dartmouth, undergraduate adviser, and in Christian communities and the Council on Student Organizations, she enjoyed working to build a supportive community for students to feel connected to their faith, cultures, and other students while advocating for the resources they needed to excel.” We wish her success in her future endeavors.

—Sid Goldman, 78575 Avenida Ultimo, La Quinta, CA 92253; (305) 849-0475; sidgoldman@gmail.com

I have some winter tales to share.

John Goyette and Margie were winter pioneering at his place on Merrymeeting Lake, New Hampshire. John’s family built this summer cottage in 1953. Minus-50 wind chills were predicted that night! Test was successful.

Art Coburn says: “Good winter snow and ski weather alternated with chilly, clear days, allowing me to bike a little route near my house.”

Jim Foch in central New Jersey had practically no rain from July to September, a gardener’s nightmare. As of Groundhog Day, there had been no snow, an old fogey’s dream.

Jim Gallagher sang: “Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina. Yesterday we had some rain but all in all I can’t complain. Seriously, we’ve not had the disastrous weather in Charlotte, North Carolina, that other parts of the country have experienced.”

Eric Sailer writes: “Sometime in the late 1990s Dudley Weider and I got talked into joining an international expedition to ski 300 miles across the Greenland ice cap. We started on the eastern side and climbed 10,000 feet up onto the ice cap. It was 30 miles a day at minus-30 with a 30-pound pack in a 30-mile-an-hour wind. Five days into the trip I could not warm up my feet and had a chance to abort the trip by helicopter. Dudley toughed it out in spite a frostbitten foot and continued on and made it across. He was a remarkable athlete.”

Dick Ossen writes: “We now live in Fort Myers, Florida, year-round, so we got a direct hit from Hurricane Ian last September. Because Pat is on oxygen 24/7, the loss of power would shut down her machine. So we loaded up her portable unit and drove to my sister’s house in Boca Raton before the power went out. We returned a few days later once power was restored. The devastation was unlike anything we have ever seen before. A 15-foot wave of ocean water destroyed homes, large boats, businesses, and schools and there were more than 100 deaths. We had previously installed hurricane windows, shutters, and lanai screens, so had no damage except for a few lanai screens that were quickly replaced.”

—Sid Goldman, 78575 Avenida Ultimo, La Quinta, CA 92253; (305) 849-0475; sidgoldman@gmail.com

By the time this is published we will have had our Homecoming class meeting while now anticipating our 85th birthday in Charleston, South Carolina. Make sure you have registered and signed up for events at dartmouth1960birthday.com.

Marilyn and Jim Gallagher are looking forward to the 85th birthday celebration next April. All will enjoy the “Boston of the South” that time of year. Their 45th wedding anniversary is also that weekend, so they’ll be celebrating two enjoyable events.

Sylvia, Bob Kahn’s loving wife for 58 years, recently died at home peacefully in her sleep. In mourning he found it helps to keep busy, attend a bereavement group, and read Getting Grief Right by Patrick O’Malley and Tim Madigan.

At one reunion Dick Levy shared a mini-reunion of people who rowed crew. He had been a member of the lightweight crew, mainly because the boat had to average less than 155 pounds and he balanced out the heavier guys. The newsletter reunion picture showed Dick with seven other, mostly heavyweight, crew members in makeshift crew uniforms holding oars. They rowed together in one boat at the reunion. The others in the picture were mostly a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than Dick. There were seven names in the caption and one, Dick Levy, the apparent interloper from another species, listed as “unidentified.” So much for his fame as a Dartmouth athlete!

Listed among Dartmouth’s 100 best athletes is our own Jack Herrick. Described as “more influential globally than any other American” when he was inducted in the U.S. Squash Hall of Fame in 2012, Herrick captained the U.S. men’s team at four world championships in the 1980s. He won the 45s World Masters in 1983, becoming the first American to win a world singles title. He served as president of U.S. Squash and chairman of the World Professional Squash Association.

Reed Browning recently published The Casebook of Clarence Ralston, the fourth in a series of murder mysteries featuring two retired friends. An obscure casebook is the central clue in solving two murders. Since the book is not available in stores or on Amazon, interested classmates should feel free to contact Reed at browninr@kenyon.edu.

—Sid Goldman, 78575 Avenida Ultimo, La Quinta, CA 92253; (305) 849-0475; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Remember to purchase tickets for our 85th birthday celebration: dartmouth1960birthday.com/welcome-to-charleston.

Anyone who kept track of Joe Mandel’s social life during his undergraduate years knows full well that nothing noteworthy occurred during Homecoming or any other time. Is it any wonder that he was a married man at age 23? Jim Marlow’s first Dartmouth Homecoming was 1959. He returned from junior year abroad with a Russian flag he had, at some risk, stolen and hung over the door of Theta Delt for the weekend. By Sunday it was gone—stolen. Joe McHugh’s beautiful bride was his exclusive date at Dartmouth for four years and they usually dined in Thayer Hall. At Homecoming senior year Brenda and Joe were going through the Thayer line and a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed freshman on the serving line was greeting all the dates with a big “Welcome to Dartmouth.” One of Joe’s fraternity brothers next to him on the serving line said, “She has been here more days than you have.” Brenda thought that was cruel to say to the perky freshman. It was the 1959 Homecoming Weekend as George Potts heard the rag-tag band playing “Men of Dartmouth” while sauntering down College Avenue ahead of green-bedecked alumni. Saturday morning trains from Boston and New York City had already disgorged their raccoon-coated coeds. The traditional five-story-high bonfire was yet unlit. Game time, rival Harvard dominated the first half but lost gracelessly to Dartmouth’s interception, onside kick, and final open-field punt return. Festivities ended with the Glee Club singing all the popular college songs; “Dartmouth Undying,” “Dartmouth’s in Town Again,” and “Eleazar Wheelock.” Some tunes had optional prurient lyrics that the students sang as contretemps against the censored Glee Club versions. Duncan Mathewson adds, “Those who were there last year at Homecoming will remember the great victory over Yale, which was the stepping stone to our second Ivy League championship in a row. As we all are getting kind of long in the tooth, we need to come this year to see us beat Harvard one more time!”

—Sid Goldman, 78575 Avenida Ultimo, La Quinta, CA 92253; (305) 849-0475; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Green Key Weekend begins May 19 and elicits touching memories of innocent days whether on the river or steps of Dartmouth Hall and of the group’s service to our community. Dick Griggs and Rey Moulton picnicked on the Connecticut with dates and tied a rope to an overhanging branch to play Tarzan. Dick and date Lois are long married. Gerry Huttrer remembers taking a Green Key date down to the river with a bottle of wine and a guitar. A bee lurking on the bottle stung his lip, which swelled balloon size and cancelled kissing for the weekend. His date later thanked him by phone and told him she was getting married the following week and that was the last he heard from her. John Goyette fondly remembers the finals of “Interfraternity Hums” with members attired in black trousers and white shirts in glorious weather singing catchy tunes with those unable to carry a tune instructed to simply mouth the words. Junior year John became our third class president and ground was broken for the Hopkins Center. Green Key in 1958 appointed Jim Gallagher chairman of Dick’s House committee, which obligated him to take ice cream and wooden spoons to patients on Sunday nights. When he asked “if that was all,” he was told “just talk to them.” Marilyn wonders, “Did they thank him for his service?” Jim Foch adds: “One of Green Key’s duties in the fall was to host mixers. That fall was also the transition to three terms per year, three courses per term, and Saturday classes. The dean of financial aid allowed me to take four courses per term. By the first mid-term I needed more privacy for my curricular and extracurricular activities. Luckily a single room in the dorm next to Sphinx was available. Howie Jelinek and Tim Ryerson lived across the hall. I treasure the memory of a girl from Smith, the conversations with Howie and Tim, and the induction to Phi Beta Kappa. I still mourn the early death of Tim. If my sole child had been a boy, his name would have been Timothy Ryerson Foch.”

—Sid Goldman, 78575 Avenida Ultimo, La Quinta, CA 92253; (305) 849-0475; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Bob Hager, esteemed reunion chair, is our guest columnist.

It was our third attempt at a 60th reunion, after postponements due to the pandemic. This time it worked. Ninety of us, counting spouses, gathered in Hanover during Homecoming Weekend. What a time we had! At a nostalgia night, Art LaFrance confessed to being the one who, in the 3 a.m. darkness of an October day our freshman year, burned a 20-yard-wide “D” in the turf of Harvard stadium. Jack Patterson and Frank Currin described how, sophomore year, they donned fake Dartmouth band uniforms to take the field at halftime and assault the huge Harvard drum. Bob Boye detailed his role in unleashing a baked potato the length of Thayer Dining Hall, which inspired a gigantic food fight while our stern dining supervisor “Miss Gill” (retired Marine Corps Women’s Reserve Maj. Jeanette Gill) looked on helplessly. The stories were interspersed with slides documenting our undergrad years in an after-dinner program at today’s version of the dining hall, where we rubbed elbows with students and filled our trays with steamed clams, sushi, and other sophisticated cuisine. What a contrast to the “mystery meat” served in our day. On class of ’60 campus tours, Susan and Joel Martin, Marilyn and Jim Gallagher, Heather and Rory Mullet, and Malora and Bill Gundy were awed by the huge construction project at the tech-heavy West End. Bobbie and Craig Jameson, Ray Martinelli, and Lindy, and Dorothy and Neil Koreman peered at the renovation of Dartmouth Hall. John Bundy and Annalee, Steve Gell and Shelia, and Ruth and Ken Johansen walked over the artificial turf of the new, 80-yard-long indoor practice fieldhouse. Other highlights included our traditional pregame tailgate with grillmeister Jim Adler’s bratwurst and fixin’s prepared by 1960 wives; “Dartmouth’s thrilling, come-from-behind overtime victory over Yale”; a catch-up panel on campus growth and reports from the deans of students and admissions; a solemn memorial service conducted by the Rev. Jim Pollard; and, finally, an emotional sendoff with traditional College songs from the Dartmouth Aires—reminding us that after 60-plus years, “Her spell on us remains.”

—Sid Goldman, 78575 Avenida Ultimo, La Quinta, CA 92253; (305) 849-0475; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Classmates joined ’62s in a June Zoom session dealing with dementia and Alzheimer’s as explained by Dr. Daniel Stadler, director of geriatrics at DHMC. Although the prognosis is poor and unrelenting, the consensus was to “keep exercising.” It was uplifting to see onscreen faces and home environments of Bruce Ducker, Jay Booker, Mal Churchill, Peter Crumbine, Dick Chase, Bill Gundy, Al Shaver, Wayne Givens, Haley Fromholz, Bill Davidson, Russ Ingersoll, Gary Kanady, Walt Freedman, Jon Tuerk, David Sammons, and Ken Johansen. Our class online forum discussions, “Climate Change” and “Defending Taiwan,” drew eight participants and included some testy comments from Bob Irvine, Dick Ossen, John Omaha, Steve Gell, and Joe McHugh. Enthusiasm then waned, and we shall see if additional topics will be posted at www.dartmouth60.org. After retirement Bob Messner became a historian, focusing on the 1755 Battle of the Monongahela (“Braddock’s Defeat”) in the French and Indian War. Believing too little attention had been paid to this battle, Bob decided to see if an appropriate historical site could be created at the battle site. He collected historical artifacts and paintings of the battle and raised money to create Braddock’s Battlefield History Center, which opened to the public in 2012 (www.braddocksbattlefield.com). Bob’s advancing years and declining health became personal limitations and in 2019 he donated the history center to Fort Ligonier, which now operates it. Our Class of 1960 Curatorial Fellowship recently awarded to Mikaila Ng ’22 was established in 2014 to enable a student to curate exhibitions in the student-run art gallery in the Black Family Visual Arts Center. This year Mikaila will curate, coordinate, and oversee four to six exhibitions of Dartmouth students in the gallery. This involves soliciting artwork, curating work, installing and deinstalling exhibitions, preparing labels, writing publicity materials, and organizing receptions. With Rick Roesch as our liaison, we hope to meet Mikaila at Homecoming. Give a rouse or send a note to graduated ’60 scholar James Yeagley ’21 (james.n.yeagley.21@dartmouth.edu), who expressed sincere gratitude for our funding his education and departed Hanover to search for work in the social-impact sector, preferably at a nonprofit or advocacy group near N.Y.C.

—Sid Goldman, 78575 Avenida Ultimo, La Quinta, CA 92253; (305) 849-0475; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Thanks to heroic efforts by Bob Hager and his pals we are planning a festive, delayed 60th reunion to be independently organized by our class, provided that the pandemic continues to fade away and that the College plans a traditional Homecoming. The dates, October 8-11, coincide with Columbus Day Weekend, the huge bonfire, football against Yale, and the peak of spectacular fall foliage. Registration will open mid-to-late summer. We have blocked rooms at the Hanover-Lebanon Courtyard Marriott and also at the Hilton Garden Inn. Watch for developing details on our class website as well as mailings and emails. Alan Zients’ son, Jeff, is our new Covid czar or at least was at the time of this writing. Let’s hope he is successful in bringing an end to this disaster. Alan is still practicing psychoanalysis and with Ronda has 10 grandkids. Alex ter Weele’s new book has been published. We Escaped: A Family’s Flight from Holland during World War Two is a great adventure story, the true narrative of a family that is part of the rapidly fading “Greatest Generation,” and an important reminder of the history and horror that was WW II. The book plunges the reader into the extraordinary escape by an ordinary couple and their children from the Netherlands with Hitler’s Gestapo in hot pursuit—the song and dance of The Sound of Music seasoned with the terror of war. Perhaps a companion piece would include Sid Goldman’s New Guinea Diary: A Doctor’s Tale from WWII. This transcribed personal diary of Sid’s father mixes hopes, longings, and loneliness with the everyday hardships, humor, and tragedy of life in a remote duty station at the height of the war. George Liebmann, a self-described iconoclast, has authored Vox Clamantis in Deserto. This is a collection of 110 short op-ed articles written during a 25-year period encompassing the Clinton, Bush Jr., Obama, and Trump administrations. Included are a few longer pieces on welfare, reapportionment, Palestine, and civil rights consent decrees. All three books are available on Amazon and other sites.

—Sid Goldman, 78575 Avenida Ultimo, La Quinta, CA 92253; (305) 849-0475; sidgoldman@gmail.com

We owe profound thanks to our past leader, Dudley Smith, and to Bill Gundy and Dick Chase for taking over as co-presidents. Let’s support them by paying class dues. Use the tear-off coupon on the dues letter to mail your $60 dues check, plus desired Summer Enrichment at Dartmouth contribution, directly to Ledyard Bank for deposit. You can also pay electronically through your bank’s bill payer option. Electronic payments should be directed to Dartmouth Class of 1960 c/o Ledyard National Bank, Dartmouth Dues, 66 W Benning St., Suite 5, W. Lebanon, NH 03784.

John Goyette is in the “thinking positive” vein since granddaughter Katie is back in Hanover for her junior year. “The College has taken extensive precautions and we hope she will not have to return home. For those who have not read Huxley’s book Brave New World, it might be a good time to do so.”

Sue and Dick Levy focus on research as a way to make a difference, with a $10-million gift to jumpstart the Transformative Cancer Care Campaign in the Bay Area. This is a joint effort of Mills-Peninsula and Palo Alto Medical Foundation.

After evenly splitting their time for the last six years between the Jersey Shore and the Loxahatchee Club in Jupiter, Florida, Carley and Reuel Stanley stayed in Florida until mid-July due to Covid-19 and didn’t find the heat as unpleasant as anticipated. Consequently, they decided to sell their New Jersey home, spend more time in Florida, and perhaps rent a place on the shore.

After living 40 years in Wellesley, Massachusetts, Sybil and Don Smith have joined at least two other members of our class in moving to a retirement community called Fox Hill Village in nearby Westwood. Downsizing to fit all their remaining possessions into a less-than-900-square-foot unit was a daunting experience, but surviving the cut were the three issues of our precious Class Musings.

Alex ter Weele reconnected with Peter Tower ’58, having lost touch some 50 years ago. Peter ran across one of Alex’s books and his address.

—Sid Goldman, 78575 Avenida Ultimo, La Quinta, CA 92253; (305) 849-0475; sidgoldman@gmail.com

We have the following haikus from classmates. Ken Johansen: “Nineteen-sixty class/Reunion has been postponed/Will meet again soon.” Karl Mayer: “Sweet Fayerweather/Have a sip of beer today/And some old music.” Rick Hite: “I want to be where/Noisy crows critique the dawn/The day and the dusk.” Gene Kohn: “From DOC trip/Adventure in wide, wide world/You last one standing.” Duncan Mathewson: “Memories are alive/Life in the Upper Valley/Good times remembered.” Bill McClung: “Covid go away/Little Billy wants to play/Don’t come back some day.” Kevin O’Sullivan: “The Dartmouth magic/Lacked one vital element/Coeducation!” Jim Nolan: “Baker to Bema/Big Green memories linger/Thanks, Eleazer.” Jim Marlow: “The brush of the wind/Paints a thick coat of quiet/On the summer’s day.” Mike Heitner: “She and I marooned/Together in our cabin/Our reunion.”

Nick Muller says, “I am too prolix for five-seven-five syllables. One book out in March, The Rebel the Tory, two more underway.” Steve Gell says, “We’re hunkering down like most classmates. It’s amazing the way Zoom has taken on so much importance in our lives. We have linked up with friends unseen for years. Nearby neighbors, all younger than we are, have offered to pick up provisions for us. There seems to be a sense of kinship with fellow passengers trapped in the same lifeboat.” Jack Ford says, “On March 3, 2019, my wife, Lorna, died, overcome by her interstitial lung disease. On November 23, 2019, Jennifer, my firstborn, like her maternal grandmother and mother before her, died after an eight-year battle with metastatic breast cancer. Covid-19 is just another reminder that the only thing I can control is myself and listening to God in prayer!” Bill Gundy says, “Now that our world is topsy-turvy, we decided it was time to turn our own world upside down: We sold our condo of 17 years in Vero Beach, Florida, and are buying a unit in a retirement community in Westwood, Massachusetts. How’s that for keeping our feet firmly planted?” Dave Hambleton says, “Frankly we’re counting our blessings! It is wonderful to have time to catch up on so many things right here at home!” Jim Gallagher says, “We’re surviving the plague until it passes, part time at our lake house and the rest in Charlotte, North Carolina.”

—Sid Goldman, 78575 Avenida Ultimo, La Quinta, CA 92253; (305) 849-0475; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Formal registration (online only) is now underway for our 60th reunion, June 15-18. Go to alumni.dartmouth.edu, click on “engage,” click on “reunions,” then click on “Class of 1960.” Also, see the latest schedule there. Looks like a big turnout. Early registration is extremely helpful for budgeting and planning.

U.S. Masters Swimming released its 2019 national top 10 lists, which show 1960 classmates ranking first and second in two events for the 80-84 age-group. Bill McClung was first at the 50-meter butterfly and Bob Colyer led for the 200-meter breaststroke. Bill swam his times in Atlanta and Bob at Orlando, Florida. Bob also won the 2019 National Senior Games 100-yard individual medley at Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Gail and Bob Derderian wintered in Vero Beach, Florida. They had dinner with Britt-Marie and Andy Paul, who both “looked great.” Andy and Bob also played a round of golf. Before leaving for Florida the Derderians visited Pat and Dick Ossen prior to their river cruise in Europe. In November Peter Farquhar and Mary made their annual two-week trip to Mazatlán, Mexico. They were joined by Jim Blaisdell and his lovely former-teacher wife, Iris. The “boys” enjoyed attending a Mazatlán Venados baseball game. No matter that they lost! Larry Dingman writes from Massachusetts: “Jane and I sold our historic house in Eastham in 2018 and transitioned to an apartment in Yarmouth with our dog and cat. Although downsizing was a struggle we enjoy our new situation. We exercise by walking in the surrounding woods. I wrote a third edition of my hydrology textbook a few years ago and mentor a Ph.D. student at the City University of New York. I play trombone in a couple of swing bands and a concert band—having all these musical opportunities has proven to be a wonderful and unexpected benefit of retiring to Cape Cod! I talk with Bob Luce every week or two and occasionally with Dunc Mathewson and Gordie DeWitt. I’m thinking seriously about reunion.”

“Well,” says Max Eveleth, “we continue to hang out on the coastline of southern Maine until the rising tides push us out, once and for all. In a few weeks we will celebrate our 63rd anniversary. We have three grandchildren so far, and their weddings are ramping up so we are most optimistic. Health-wise we are slightly below average but given several days to recover we can still cut a rug here and there.”

See you in June.

—Sid Goldman, 78575 Avenida Ultimo, La Quinta, CA 92253; (305) 849-0475; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Thanks to Rick Roesch and FaceTime, I was able to participate in our Homecoming class meeting and suggest that we try to use a video connection for future meetings, which would allow any or all of our classmates to enjoy from afar. Thirty-seven classmates plus 29 partners attended. Bob Kenerson introduced Sarrah-ann L. Allen ’23 our Class of 1960 Scholar from Saint Catherine, Jamaica, who addressed the class and told of her plan to pursue neuroscience as a neurosurgeon. Her demeanor was poised and charming and we can take pride in our contribution to her path. Bob Boye was awarded the Class of 1960 President’s Award and well deserved for service from football to class secretary to publishing not one but two editions of Musings. David Greenstein wrote, “I’ve been retired for the last couple of years, still a New Yorker after having lived in France, Africa, and Australia, where I taught at high schools and universities. I have also worked for several nongovernmental organizations, including two years as director of technical assistance to a World Bank project in Cameroon. I was the director of an international commercial picture agency for 12 years. In the interstices I have worked as a sculptor’s assistant, a surveyor’s assistant, a beach cleaner, and an encyclopedia editor. To keep myself from vegetating in retirement, I’ve been taking courses in screenwriting and adapting a Joseph Conrad short story. I had originally undertaken this project with the notion that it would be ideal for Harvey Weinstein. My bad. My greatest stroke of luck was spotting Ann Prival at a crafts fair and falling in love at first sight. We were together for 36 years until her death from lymphoma. Our daughter, Bibi, her husband, Conrad Wells, and my grandchildren, Lena and Simon, are a continuous joy. I’ve been a Democratic socialist for about as long as Bernie Sanders, though registered as a Democrat to vote in primaries. I majored in philosophy at Dartmouth, expecting to learn the important truths of life. Here’s one: If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.”

We hope many or most are planning to be with us for our big 60th reunion June 15 to 18. If you haven’t already, please return the recently mailed “intentions” postcard informing us of your early thinking so we can budget. Formal registration opens in March.

—Sid Goldman, 97 Bay Drive, Key West, FL 33040-6114; (305) 745-3645; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Denny Goodman writes that “’60s are still out skiing at 81 or 82. Up here in New Hampshire we have Eric Sailer (every day of the year if he could), Jim Adler, Rick Roesch, Bob Hager. Out in Colorado there’s another group: Gerry Huttrer, Joe McHugh, Walt Freedman. They are, of course, all nuts. We have some other fitness nuts—which is not to say that the above names are fitness nuts; more likely they are looking for some beautiful 30-year-old lady skiers they can instruct.”

Joe and Brenda McHugh are still on the green side of the grass and vertical! After an outstanding ski season in Colorado, interrupted by a trip to Hawaii for Brenda’s 80th, they headed to Iceland with daughters and four grandchildren aboard a luxury cruise ship that circumnavigated Iceland while putting into six ports to go hiking on glaciers, volcanos, and occasionally soaking naked in some of the countless thermal pools! As he says: “Definitely beats working!”

Meanwhile Bob and Pat Phillips remain active as a couple in Stamford, Connecticut, and busier than ever with rugby and managing several businesses. They were honored recently with the Stamford Lifetime Achievement Award for their transformative contributions to the community.

John Mitchell’s funeral was at a very full Lutheran church and attended by four ’60s: Jim Burns and wife, Dunc Mathewson and wife, Jim Adler, and Denny Goodman. A really fine luncheon followed at the Rutland (Vermont) Country Club. John had told Carol McQuate, his partner of 30-plus years, that when he died he wanted a large and excellent party in his honor, whatever the cost. He got it.

For the calendar: Homecoming is October 11-13 and our 60th reunion in June 15-18, 2020.

By the time you get this Deb and I will have moved to Palm Springs, Florida.

—Sid Goldman, 97 Bay Drive, Key West, FL 33040-6114; (305) 745-3645; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Anthony Bottone has been living in Washington State for the past 40 years except for a few years in Saipan, where he married Joan. Semiretired, practicing tele-psychiatry from home over the Internet in California and Washington states, Anthony enjoys working with teens and younger children. Joan still works as a nurse. “Humor can help get points across to recalcitrant patients who are perplexed. “When asked how many psychiatrists it takes to change a light bulb a dim light reminds me of my readings of the French physician, Rabelais. Only one psychiatrist is needed—but the light bulb has to really want to change.”

Bruce Clark and Carol were taking a three-month vacation in Folly Beach, South Carolina, and doing well, although Bruce was in the middle of a detoxification program where he took a DMSA pill for three days, drank one gallon of water for 14 days, and then repeated that program three times to rid himself of the lead he absorbed in applying bottom paint to their racing sailboat 30 years ago. All came out well.

Marty Budd is busier now than before retirement. He chairs the compensation committee of a public company (Atlantic Tele-Network Inc.), the investment committee of the Hartford Seminary, and the finance committee of the University Club in New York, and is also on the boards of two other nonprofits and the Connecticut Student Loan Authority. His wife says: “We used to work to get paid, now we pay to get work.”

Art Coburn spent the summer dealing with heart issues—atrial flutter—but is back in rhythm now and doing well. He goes to the gym several times a week and has been skiing regularly.

Geoff Moser retired to Montana from a 40-year career with West Coast fisheries to write poetry books (Dream Meadow Poems, available on Amazon) to keep his mind from going to gel. With all the talk of walls he was reminded of lines 32-34 from Robert Frost’s “Mending Wall”: “Before I built a wall I’d ask to know what I was walling in or walling out. And to whom I was like to give offence.”

—Sid Goldman, 97 Bay Drive, Key West, FL 33040-6114; (305) 745-3645; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Dudley Smith writes: “Thanks to each classmate who celebrated his 80th birthday in Key West, Florida, paid class dues, gave to the Dartmouth College Fund, attended class luncheons, and came to Homecoming. The class of 1960 is the only honorable mention for the 2018 Class of the Year Award out of approximately 45 eligible alumni classes more than 26 years out of Dartmouth. You should be justifiably proud of the tremendous and sustained support you give to Dartmouth.”

Reed Browning writes, “I’m pleased to announce that I’ve just self-published a new murder mystery that further tracks the sleuthing adventures of two intrepid senior citizens. Death at the Reunion is$16.95a copy;contact browninr@kenyon.edu.”

John Goyette hosted an 80th birthday party for 30 Pinkerton Academy classmates. Pinkerton is a public-private hybrid with more than 3,500 students. Robert Frost taught there. John has remained class president since elected in 1953.

Joe Batchelder and wife Barrie celebrated his 80th birthday in Key West in August. Retiring to Naples, Florida, in 1990, Joe soon became president of the Dartmouth Club of Southwest Florida and is looking forward to his 23rd year and the 250th anniversary of his favorite institution. Staying grounded, he drives VIPs in black cars from airports to hotel conventions. In his spare time he manages the endowment of a faith-based charitable corporation.

Shel Gisser summarizes his Cuba adventure: “Our trip was an eye-opening experience, hard to call a vacation, but enjoyable and extremely interesting. We really felt like we were in a throwback to some time and place in the past. It is a place that is being held back by its government and economics, as well as the U.S. embargo, which has lasted since the Eisenhower administration. If the economic climate changes, along with the passage of government by the Castro brothers, the dying out of the old wealthy Cubans who fled to Miami in the 1950s, and a more open-minded U.S. government, Cuba could escape its time warp and come into the 21st century.”

So, besides Batchelder and myself (Uber and Lyft), how many of you drive for a living?

—Sid Goldman, 97 Bay Drive, Key West, FL 33040-6114; (305) 745-3645; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Corinne Marlow summing up 2017: “For most of the year Jim Marlow’s interests were focused on getting another book self-published and now his short stories, Once We Were Sioux: Growing Up Dakotan, joins his novel My Vienna on the list at Amazon. Now he can go back to trying to write plays, if I would only give him some more ideas. Jim did bring in some decent soil to grow flowers and to get in touch with his dirt-farmer heritage.”

This July Neil Koreman along with Dorothy will be celebrating his “real 80th” in Hanover at the Hanover Inn with his two kids, their spouses, and five grandchildren. One, Samantha ’20, was just selected a Presidential Scholar. Parents Robert ’92 and Lynne ’90 are Dartmouth alums. It should be an interesting 80th. Ann Fromholz ’90, daughter of Haley Fromholz, is a chip off the old block. After working for a list of big-time corporations, she founded her own firm in 2015 and conducts investigations into allegations of workplace misconduct from harassment to discrimination and campus investigations under Title IX. She lives in Pasadena, California, with her daughter, Alden.

Duncan Mathewson is back in the Florida Keys working on his “hurricane house,” which Hurricane Irma left in such bad shape. “Last week I took a break with my son and daughter to attend the ‘gold bar trial’ for one of the guys who stole Mel Fisher’s bar out of the museum exhibit in 2010! He was charged on both federal counts.” The Miami Herald story can be found by searching “stolen gold bar.”

Save the datesOctober 26 and 27, as Bob Hager’s Homecoming highlights include Friday night’s bonfire, Saturday’s Harvard game, and a couple of new wrinkles. A Friday panel will feature three of our classmates sharing interesting subjects from their careers. Saturday’s evening banquet finds a new and better location, a good-looking ballroom at the Coolidge Hotel in White River (www.hotelcoolidge.com), and offers four entrées, including a prime rib carving station or poached salmon. Watch for a registration form in the mail mid-summer.

—Sid Goldman, 97 Bay Drive, Key West, FL 33040-6114; (305) 745-3645; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Sunshine and February temperatures in the mid-70s welcomed our fantastic 80th birthday celebration in Key West, Florida, with more than 70 classmates attending, most accompanied by spouses, partners, kids or friends. The gig was a gigantic success, filled with four days of scheduled events interlaced with plenty of free time to explore the “Conch Republic,” as locals refer to their abode.

Festivities began with a welcome reception at the Margaritaville Resort pier, where classmates reunited before sunset to share old memories and new information during cocktails and hors d’oeuvres.Next day the trolleys picked up the group for a circumnavigation of our fair island, sprinkled with witty commentary by the drivers. That afternoon the group embarked on a large catamaran to view the sunset off the shores of Key West.

Day three included a behind-the-scenes tour of the Mel Fisher Maritime Museum by Duncan Mathewson III, who was there in 1985 when it happened: the discovery of the Atocha, a Spanish galleon that had foundered just off Key West in 1622 with lots of moolah. The exhibit included scores of golden rings, necklaces and emeralds, and Duncan gave us the skinny regarding the discovery crew. Read his book, The Treasure of the Atocha,and watch for the movie version sometime in the next year or so.

The farewell banquet at Roof Top Café was emceed by our president, Dudley Smith, and began with Jim Adler conferring presidential awards to Seth Strickland and Ken Taber. Gene Kohn added humor and accolades and Mort Kondracke followed with a trustee report. Finally, for those who returned home by driving up the Keys, brunch at Sid and Deb Goldman’s Oceanside home capped one of the best birthday gigs ever pulled off by our class.

Only one complaint was registered by Denny Goodman, who felt depressed by his need to return to the ice and snow of Hanover.

Plans are being laid for our group 85th birthday celebration. Any ideas? Bob Brown suggests a Mississippi River cruise on the American Queen.

—Sid Goldman, 97 Bay Drive, Key West, FL 33040-6114; (305) 745-3645; sidgoldman@gmail.com

Homecoming meant class meeting, where we decided to raise $500,000 for the Alumni Fund, purchase art from the students for the dorm art program and continue to welcome Summer Enrichment at Dartmouth program’s worker bees who help high schoolers learn about college.

Then your correspondent and Peter Crumbine headed south to Newport, Rhode Island, to revel in high society with Bob Armknecht, Don Belcher, Frank Bell, Jim Burns, Bill Danforth, Bill Langley and Jim Nolan,along with assorted wives and girlfriends, to celebrate victory over Yale at Alumni Field. We sailed on the True Love’sbig-sister ship, gasped at the mansions and dined in splendor. It was a good exercise in helping decide to take in Key West, Florida, next February.

On a sadder note, Eric Sailer let us know his wife, Joanne, had been living with cancer for some months. She has passed away, and those of us who had the privilege of knowing Joanne will remember her as a warm, caring, delightful person.

But all is not lost: John Goyette wants to inform us of an “old age” achievement. Last week he and Margie successfully concluded their 13-year quest to climb to the summits of all 48 of New Hampshire’s 4,000-foot mountains. The tallest is Mount Washington at 6,288 feet. They concluded with Mount Adams, second highest, and Mount Isolation, the most distant. Adams was tough with steep terrain, high wind gusts and fog. Isolation was a very long 15-hour day on the trail. The awards ceremony for the Appalachian Mountain Club 4,000-footers club will be April 21. Hurrah!

Peter Klarén ’60, professor emeritus at George Washington University, and Sara Castro-Klarén, professor at Johns Hopkins University (and former professor of Spanish and Portuguese at Dartmouth from 1970 to 1982), were each awarded the Orden del Sol del Perú by the Peruvian government. The medals, the highest honor bestowed by the nation, are in recognition of Peter’s scholarship on the history and politics of Peru and Sara’s scholarship on the literature and culture of Peru. The Order of the Sun was founded by Gen. José de San Martín in 1821 shortly after the declaration of Peru’s independence.

—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Rutland, VT 05701, (802)775 3716; john00033@comcast.net

It makes 61 years since I studied Spanish under Professor Ugarte, who gave me a C+ for trying. But Peter Klaren sent a book in Spanish to the DAM with a request it go to Baker. DAM sent it to me. It is written so clearly and well that I can read it with a little help from my Spanish-English dictionary. It is a history of sugar ranches in Peru. It is at Baker now.

And Roger Zissu sent a note about how he was honored to be selected by the Copyright Society of the U.S.A. to present its 46th annual Donald C. Brace Memorial Lecture on copyright law at the Lowenstein Center, Fordham University School of Law in New York City. Are we diverse or what?

If you want to reach Doug Hamilton, his corrected email address is doughamilton60@gmail.com.

Jim Marlow allows as how he agrees fully with my paragraph on the luck we had to be born when we were in terms of medical practice and to have been in the class of 1960 at Dartmouth, adding: “I’m trying to slow down the ever-swifter passage of time by writing. My latest, Seeing Auras, is a romance-mystery-historical novel that features the 19th-century pursuits of mesmerism, phrenology, séance and diagnosing auras. The descriptions of the so-called pseudo-sciences were gathered as I researched Charles Dickens and his times. The major character, needless to say, is a Dartmouth man.”

Joe Mchugh writes he plans to attend the class’ 80th birthday party in Key West, Florida: “The 80s might be daunting, and perhaps we are asymptomatic, but my beautiful bride of 55 years and I routinely sleep nine to 10 hours each night with the usual brief interruptions attributable to age. We’ve been at Vail, Colorado, almost 19 years—winter and summer. When we arrived we knew only Gerry Huttrer and Alan Danson and they expanded our friendship horizons to Rich Pomboy and Jim Progin and others.”

Bob Hager was nominated to the Alumni Council for the post-55th reunion classes. Bob’s nomination was confirmed at the May meeting.

—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Rutland, VT 05701; (802) 775-3716; jmm00033@comcast.net

A reminder: Next year on February 6, 7 and 8 we celebrate our class 80th birthday party; put it on your calendar.

For what awaits us at 80, google “Hitting 80” and read The Weekly Standard article by Joseph Epstein. Here is an excerpt. “In our 20s, my male friends and I talked a fair amount about sports and sex; in our 30s and 40s and 50s, it was food, movies and politics. Since our 70s, health is topic number one. Sleep is also a big item. No one seems to sleep through the night without having to get up two or three or more times. The fortunate ones among us are those who can get back to sleep. The key question of our 20s, ‘Getting much?’ now refers to sleep, not sex.”

And Dave Harrison writes: “Some say it’s your eyesight that goes first, others say hearing. I say it’s parallel parking.”

But we have a grand Key West, Florida, gathering of geezers and their ladies awaiting us. Chairman Sid Goldman starts Tuesday evening with a welcoming cocktail reception on the Margaritaville Key West Resort & Marina pier. Wednesday morning starts with a trolley tour of Key West. Capping Wednesday will be a sunset sail on the Fury catamaran. Thursday Duncan Mathewson will take us behind the scenes of the Mel Fisher Maritime Museum. Thursday evening is our farewell dinner. Friday morning Deb and Sid invite the class to their home for brunch.

There will be many other activities to choose from.

—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Rutland, VT 05701; (802) 775 3716; jmm00033@comcast.net

Bruce Hulbert sent us news that his undergraduate roommate Harold Burdge “passed away painlessly from a stroke, partly the result of his lifelong battle with the effects of childhood polio.” Harold and Bruce were lifelong friends and that’s what Dartmouth’s all about.

Weren’t we lucky to be born in an era where our kids could be protected by a vaccine, cured by antibiotics such as penicillin and reconstructed like a $6-million man?

Stop by 1 Webster Avenue and observe the new “pleasure dome” that the brothers did decree; eat your heart out, Xanadu. The 1960s grads of Tri-Kap decided to honor deceased brother Tony Rodolakis with a marble bench on which he is remembered and on which all his other class brothers’ names have been engraved. Tony was ravaged by MS but still wrote a well-received book with an analog for hyper-trading of stocks. He was our class’ answer to Stephen Hawking. Well sort of. The bench rests on the front terrace sequestered from the ravages of global warming by a new balcony above. And that’s what fraternities are all about.

What about you? Are you ready to share a spot of news with us all? The world “will little note nor long remember” what is written here, but the class will. Tell us “what ’sup.” We actually care.

—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Rutland, VT 05701; (802) 775 3716; jmm00033@comcast.net
 

Phil Kron continues to show that nice guys don’t just finish last. He has brought our class to the leader of the van with the most members enrolled in the Bartlett Tower Society (those who designate the College in their wills) of any class. Mort Kondracke,a trustee, recently dazzled The Wall Street Journal crowd with a learned op-ed page screed, and Barry MacLean,a former trustee,brought distinction to the class as well. Barry decided it would be beneficial to some undergrads to bind humanities to engineering technology by extending $25 millon to get it done.

Take a peek at the spring issue of Dartmouth Medicine magazine, where Dr. Frank Virnelli is lauded for mentoring Adrianna Stanley at Geisel as a budding plastic surgeon helping kids in Guatemala. Not bad for a bunch of 77-year-olds.

But O’Hara’s Appointment in Samarra continues with the report of the passing of Kent Kubitz in April. We received a letter from Jim Rogers ’51 along with a tear sheet from the University of Minnesota Medical Bulletin praising our late John Kersey as the founder in 1991 of that university’s cancer center and its director for its first 25 years. And Bob Kenerson’swife, Ruth, a wonderful supporter of our class and Bob’s tireless work with students the class helps financially, also succumbed to cancer.

October 28-29 is Homecoming, with football against Harvard, and is our class meeting weekend.

—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Rutland, VT 05701; (802) 775-3716; jmm00033@comcast.net

Reed Browning sent a factoid, to wit, his father and mine were ’30 classmates of 85 years ago. That’s about 40 percent of the time the United States has been around.

Eric Sailer sent a pen-and-ink (remember that?) letter to report on last year’s Princeton football game. He and Joanne sat near Jim Adler, the other ’60 he could locate, to watch a “poorly played” first half metastasize into a cliff-hanger second half with a win and a chunk of the Ivy title. (Oddly, John Goyette reported, “I found a spontaneous, very animated class of 1960 rooting section consisting of Julie and Dudley Smith, Eric Anderson and Beth, Dick Chase, Roger Hanlon, Sailer and me. Bill Gundy dropped by for a moment, but seemed to be on a mission.”) Eric also lamented our lethargic cheer-persons and the seven-member street band, which, after watching a halftime show with the complete Princeton uniformed ensemble entertaining, disappeared after the victory of the best “D” team seen in years and so no parade through town. As my late father used to observe, “It ain’t like it used to be and it probably never was.”

You read about it here first: That’s George Liebmann’sbook, The Fall of the House of Speyer, that received a rave review (except for the footnotes, I am not kidding) in The Wall Street Journal. The book silently asks the question, “Who will finance the next subway building venture when Bernie has taxed away the wealthy’s money?”

Bill Evans passed away. He reveled in the poetry of Shakespeare, Blake, Keats and Frost; pretty good company.

The kerfuffle over the Black Lives Matter caper last fall has produced a plethora of commentary over a wide spectrum of opinion, so I perused the class’s 50th reunion book and discovered the following on page 191: “Dickey, our president, announced to us we’d be given the opportunity to succeed by being given the chance to fail….The point of our education was to produce capable and civilized men who could think, solve problems and behave like civilized human beings.” I’d add women and leave it at that.

—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Rutland, VT 05701; (802) 775-3716; jmm00033@comcast.net

James H. Chubb died in September; he was born in York, Pennsylvania. He credited his service in the Navy with “turning me into a lifelong vagabond.” After years in international business, he came back to the United States as president of Sandretto Plastic Machinery Co. in Michigan. Then went back to Germany to work for Continental Tire Co. as chief financial officer and chief operating officer for Eastern Europe. Tom Huyck also left us in July while living in Chicago and Frank Loeb succumbed in July in Smithville, New Jersey.

Meanwhile, the class annual meeting graced Homecoming with 23 of us to approve our continuing support of assorted student activities comprising athletic sponsorships, the Dickey Center, dorm art purchases, a new art curators program, the Summer Enrichment at Dartmouth program and, finally, our scholarship aid.

It transpires that a Dartmouth education, hard work and clean living have yielded enough contributors to Jim Adler’s and Phil Kron’s effort to make the class a paragon of financial support for the College. Thanks to all you givers.

Bruce Clark, our Alumni Council representative, reports that the Moving Dartmouth Forward program against sexual abuse presented by President Hanlon included several of Bruce’s suggestions and can be reviewed on the dartmouth.edu website. Bruce says he appreciates the 20 to 35 questions and comments he receives from us classmates between meetings. His final note on his report: “Thanks for appointing me to this. I like the challenge.”

Said Steven Lerman, provost at George Washington University: “I want to salute professor Peter Klaren as he begins his retirement. During his long career here at GW he has made many contributions to his department, to the Elliott School of International Affairs and to the university. I want to recognize in particular his scholarship on Peru that has established him as one of the nation’s leading authorities on the subject. The university also appreciates his work on the executive committee of the faculty senate. Perhaps more importantly, Peter has demonstrated his excellence in the classroom, as his receipt of the Oscar and Shoshana Trachtenberg Teaching Prize indicates. I wish Professor Klaren well as he enters into emeritus status.”

—John M. Mitchell,300 Grove St., Rutland, VT 05701; (802) 775 3716; jmm00033@comcast.net

55th reunion: We arrived at East Wheelock’s air-conditioned dorms, one with an elevator. This ain’t your fathers’ college, nor ours. But as Ike said in 1953, “It’s what a college ought to look like.” It reminds one of what G.S. Kauffman said to Moss Hart about the latter’s Long Island estate, “Think what God could do if he had money.” Tours and exhibitions galore, rained-out golf, sunny tennis and all the beer and wine you could responsibly consume.

Then a dinner at Collis, née College Hall, followed by A Little Night Magic at the Hop featuring Rich Bloch ’65, who had us in stiches with tricks and chatter. At 9 a.m. on Tuesday we gathered at Rollins, where Paul Sitz used to spend an afternoon practicing at the organ, to attend a singularly moving remembrance of our deceased members conducted by Russ Ingersoll, Ken Taber and Michael Heitner.We called out the 175 names of those we knew, lived with, served with and miss.

At 10:30 guest speaker President Hanlon delivered a talk at the Hop that was long on ambitious plans, short on implementation, but elegant and inspiring. At our 6:30 p.m. reception the class presented him with a $1,201,960 check (funny how the amount ended in 1960), the largest ever from a 55th reunion class. Phil Kron reported the class members’ contributions were widespread and generous. Then dinner was served.

Wednesday at 9:15 a.m. the class meeting began with an ovation for Bruce Hasenkamp, president for the last five years. Elected for that job was Dudley Smith, along with Bill Gundy and Dick Chase as VPs, Gordon Starkey as treasurer, and John Mitchell as Secretary. Minutes of the meeting were sent to Denny Goodman for possible inclusion in the newsletter for your reading pleasure.

Available at the Hop was a presentation of art works created by your classmates. Talent abounds. We may be old but we’re not done yet.Lunch was laid out on the ConnecticutRiver side, followed by an informative talk by Dr. Robert Santulli about the effects of aging on the brain and what to do to ameliorate those effects.

Evening was greeted with a bacchanalian banquet on the Baker Library lawn. The Dartmouth Aires (née The Injuneers) sang the Dartmouth songs we love along with a token tune from the Animal House film. We laughed until the tears ran down our cheeks. If you are able, don’t miss the next reunion.

Sad to say Phil Clark passed away early this year.

On a happier note, Bruce Hasenkamp was honored this year when the Federation of State Medical Boards gave him its Distinguished Service Award, the second non-physician to receive it in about 120 years. George Liebmann will have his book, The Fall of the House of Speyer, published by I.B. Tauris on September 30. It tells the tale of a banking dynasty not unlike the Rothschild’s but with a sadder ending.

—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Rutland, VT 05701; (802) 775 3716; jmm00033@comcast.net

As the federal government continues to loan more money to students to pay inflated tuition, new creative ideas spring up like acne on a teenager. The latest campus fad appears to be inclusivity. Now that the diversity cadre is fully deaned up, get ready for the inclusivity onslaught. I propose a new spring rite, namely, the inclusivity vs. diversity annual tug-of-war to be held on the Green on April 1 each year. Advocates for each concept can grab their respective rope ends and the losers will be dragged through the mud season dregs. 


Until then let’s get ready to jump on the 55th reunion trolley. It is not too late to sign up. The official count of classmates who have gone to the Bema in the sky for 2014 was 15 souls, so get back to Hanover to meet and greet the ones of us left.


Creativity still rears its head as Jim Progin and his wife, Judy Holmes, Tu’85, introduce to the world GuSStuff USA, the neck warmer made of plush hypoallergenic microfiber, swaddling you in a baby’s blanket with warm and protective fabric. It’s named in honor of her late dog, Gus. I’m not making this up. 


Tony Roisman avers that many of you are animal lovers and suspects you may support your local animal shelters. The area near him, Claremont, New Hampshire, is one of the least advantaged areas in the state. Thus its animal shelter, which only shelters cats at this time, is in need of support from outside the community. Give him a call if you can help. 


Ernie Latham helps show off what a diverse bunch we ’60s are as he was married in Bucharest in November of 2014 to Ioana Ieronim, widely praised poet and long-time friend. Dan Dimancescu ’64 was one of many friends to attend. Ernest was onetime cultural affairs officer at the U.S. embassy during the Communist regime in the early 1980s. He recently published a book of reminiscences and commentaries titled Timeless and Transitory: 20th Century Relations Between Romania and the English-Speaking World. He has graced this column in the past with his charming books concerning Romania.


Peter Crumbine reports his daughter (class of ’92) found an aged Dartmouth ’60 blanket in a New Haven, Connecticut, memorabilia store and gave it to him for Christmas. It was already framed, and he has it hanging on a den wall in resplendent glory. He wondered if Bill McClung has one of these treasures. But Bill swears he never had a 1960 banner. But! He sports a green blanket with a big, white, raised “D” in the middle that survived through the years. Alas, moths found the blanket delicious, but the “D” apparently was not very tasty. So he cut out the “D” and saved it. Thus do the memories linger.


Be sure to read Denny Goodman’s latest newsletter for additional tidbits as well as for some new obits.


—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Rutland VT 05701; (802) 775-3716; jmm00033@comcast.net 


Sometimes we act like the cynic defined by Wilde, “as the man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.” Sometimes we don’t. Mark your calendars June 15-18—it’s our 55th reunion. The price is trivial, the value priceless. You can be “pro” the current College or weep “no” for her, but grabbing the chance to reconnect with friends of our youth has no adjective save “bless” the Lord for keeping us alive for this great program, replete with stimulating topics, great venues, good meals, outdoor activities, class art exhibition, housing alternatives to meet your desires and just hanging out with old and new friends. The best dorm housing at East Wheelock—where we were for our 50th reunion—has been reserved. Recall that it is located across from the gym with air conditioning and elevators. Rooms at the Lebanon Courtyard, the Norwich Inn and a newly completed Element by Starwood Hotels have been held. Additional details on the full range of housing alternatives, along with detailed contact information as well as planned happenings, will be sent to you in later mailings. 


Speaking of staying alive, Geoff Moser sent a newspaper (remember those?) report about Ed Sedivy and his grade school sweetheart and wife of 31 years, all of whom reside in Montana. The story about how the Sedivys deal with her multiple sclerosis is inspiring. The admiral in charge of the Navy Seals program gave a moving commencement address in Texas about how the cadets can quit by simply ringing a bell on the training ground. His final admonition to the graduates: “Never ring the bell!” Ed and Shirley aren’t about to.


“Don’t ask for whom the bell tolls,” counsels John Donne, but it tolled for these: Bill Savage, Lars Lofgren and Peter Erwin. Obituaries will appear on the website in due course.


We held the class’ annual meeting in October at Homecoming, and the football team beat the College of the Holy Cross in a nail-biter. Our Tuck grads remembered that when lives decline, dues per classmate must rise to maintain volume of cash. Dues will go up too. Some adjustments to the way the swag is divvied out were proposed and adopted. See your dues bill for details. Our focus on getting the money for projects we support directly to students continues. Our scholarship student from Zimbabwe told of the documentary film she made in Chile in the barrios loaded with expensive gear and was able to elicit remarkable candor from the population featured without untoward interference. Her ability to tell a story with pathos and a bit of bathos was a delight to listen to. Later, in the parking lot housing our lavish and extravagant class tailgate soiree, she engaged your correspondent in a spirited discussion about Zimbabwe. “How,” she asked, “did you learn so much about my country?’’ “Well, gee, I went to Dartmouth College!” Her laugh chimed like a bell.


—John Mitchell, 300 Grove St., #14, Rutland, VT 05701; jmm000@comcast.net 


There has been a bevy of comments about the recent rumble at the office of the College’s president. Herewith, comments quoted from John Sloan Dickey’s Convocation in 1956 to the class of 1960, “Reason alone can lead us to positive answers to problems. Mobs, whether composed of students or savages, can only destroy and never create, because they are a mechanism of hate, rather than of mind. There are few things more fundamental to a man who aspires to the power on learning than an acquired distaste for mobs. This is especially true for the American student, because it is his lot to inherit an appointed task of personal and national leadership that simply cannot be performed in hot-headed self-indulgence.” 


June 8-11, 2015, has been set aside for our 55th reunion. Messrs. Gundy and Chase have already begun the task of planning and entreat you all to plan as well to be there. There are nigh unto 600 of we band of brothers left alive and it would be a shocker if the better part of us actually showed up.


Alas, recent notes from the alumni office report the passing of Pete Asensio, Mickey Straus, Robert Harvey and John Walker.


Joe Batchelder was “musing again in 2014. I waited in anticipation of the winter Olympic Games, a favorite because I had taken advantage of the Dartmouth Skiway and frolicked with the Winter Carnival every year. In 1964, after I had completed my military obligation (military police lieutenant) and was living at home while trading securities in Boston with a major over-the-counter firm, I was sitting with a TV dinner tray with my mother and watching the opening ceremony of the 1964 Winter Olympics. Tears were rolling down my face as I was so happy and proud of the U.S. athletes marching to Old Glory. Little, of course, did I know that I would be doing the same thing for my country in Tokyo, Japan, six months later as a member of the U.S. yachting team. On the way to Tokyo, a stop in L.A. for orientation and fitting of uniforms, the U.S. team marched down the field where the Rose Bowl was just played. The sad news: I never sailed with Sid [Goldman, I presume] at Dartmouth, but I did win an Olympic medal (50 years ago).” Joe has been president of the Dartmouth Club of Southwest Florida since 1996.


And H. Nicholas Muller III has two recent publications for your perusal: As editor, The Vermont Difference: Perspectives from the Green Mountain State (Woodstock Foundation and Vermont Historical Society, 2014), and as author, Inventing Ethan Allen (University Press of New England, 2014), with coauthor John J. Duffy.


Former class secretary Spenser Morgan reports with some just pride, “I will have two grandchildren attending Dartmouth in September, as Lindsay’s brother, Brian Keare, will be a member of the class of 2018! Wow!”


—John Mitchell, 300 Grove St., #14, Rutland, VT 05701; jmm00033@comcast.net 


Dartmouth actually beat Yale at football. Confidence was great; the line to buy tickets was half a block long at Homecoming kick-off time. Your correspondent retired to the inn’s new bar to a warm seat instead. Don’t miss the new bar. It’s the hot spot in town.
Class President Hasenkamp called in sick for the class meeting, having undergone a 17-hour operation, partially performed by a robot, for a singularly nasty under-the-tongue tumor. He’s on the mend. VP Dudley Smith conducted the session with grace and alacrity. 
Treasurer Bill Moorman delightedly announced the class was solvent and might want to consider some adjustments to some class undertakings. To wit: We support four class scholars, one in each class. Do we want to add a fifth? Three of the four appeared to brief us on their progress. Take my word: They are worth it and their thanks are sincere. Bob Kenerson continues to watch over this liaison with the College. Check the Musings book, page 309, for more details. The dorm art purchase program is a winner with mobs at the Hop to watch the awards. This scheme where we pay students cash for their works and display them (the art, not the students) in the dorms is believed to be unique in college-land. Then something happened that makes you sit up and say, “Did you see that?” Sort of like one of physics professor Sears’ demonstrations lo these 56 years ago in our room at 104 Wilder. It seems the class gave money to the John Sloan Dickey Foundation to send an intern to South Korea to organize the files they had of the letters of one Homer B. Hulbert, class of 1884. 
Big deal, you aver. Well, yes, it is! Grab your Musings book and discover the connection to our own Bruce Hulbert, Homer’s grandson and U.S. Navy captain (retired), on page 139. The emperor of Korea in the 1880s wrote the U.S. State Department asking for an envoy to brief the royals on the Western world, especially the United States. Homer was dispatched. He stayed for some 20 years, inventing an alphabet to improve literacy, establishing a nationwide educational system that reveres its founder to this day to the extent that every high school in the country has Homer’s photo and story on its walls. He received the country’s equivalent of the American Medal of Freedom. The coincidences are fascinating in this story. Karl Schutz ’14, the intern sent abroad recently, is a fraternity brother of Bruce. Homer and Bruce, of course, are direct descendants of Eleazer Wheelock. Karl’s parents sent a letter of thanks with a contribution enclosed to the College and John Sloan Dickey Foundation, which in turn thanks us, the class of 1960. It is mere chance that Homer Hulbert was a member of Kappa Kappa Kappa, founded in 1842, as is your secretary.
Your contributions to the class, as distinct from those to the Alumni Fund, are carefully watched over to effect benefit to students as directly as possible. 
—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., 14, Rutland, VT 05701; jmm00033@comcast.net



Congratulations to all classmates participating in the “AT [Appalachian Trail] In a Day” event sponsored by the Outing Club. Known walkers in New Jersey, coordinated by Walt Daniels, included Dick Griggs, Allyn and Bob Colyer and Don Stoddard. Dick had some trouble on the trail explaining to hikers that the Outing Club had nothing to do with sexual preferences! Steve Gell helped things along in Virginia. Jim Gallagher and Jack Sommer were contacted too late to trek in the North Carolina section. 


Some classmates delay retirement indefinitely. This describes Loren Jacobson of Santa Fe, New Mexico. After a 20-year career in the Air Force and then retirement from the Los Alamos National Laboratory, Loren began and continues teaching physics and other esoteric subjects at the New Mexico Institute of Mining and Technology in Socorro. He balances this by singing in the Los Alamos Choral Society, with a solo scheduled for their January production. Linda Goodman Jacobson stays active in academia as ethno-historian for the Museum of New Mexico’s office of archeological studies. 


Wow! Carmella and Hank McCourt recently celebrated their 51st wedding anniversary. They serve as Eucharistic ministers at their local Catholic church in Brockton, Massachusetts. Hank retired some years ago from a long career in private and public finance with a stint as assistant treasurer of the Howard Johnson Corp.


Mike Daley can still be found in Bridgton, Maine. He has retired as a private insurance broker. While active he set up health and dental insurance programs for state teachers and other employees. Writing poetry and ocean sailing have played major roles in retaining his equilibrium. Several years ago he and Faye spent six weeks sailing from Rockport to Charleston, South Carolina, for his son’s wedding. They see a good deal of Lloyd Lawrence and his wife. Lloyd started at Dartmouth but his NROTC contract forced him to transfer to the University of Pennsylvania for the balance of his college years. Fortunately for us, he chooses to attend our class functions.


In October Ginny and Dana Johnson hit the airways first flying to San Francisco for a friend’s wedding and then on to Lake Havasu, Arizona, to visit their son and perhaps view the transplanted London Bridge.


Kathy and Seth Strickland seem to fly in opposite directions, he east to London for business matters and she west to Denver on family matters. But, they do fly south together to John’s Island, Florida, and are expected to jointly head north for our 50th reunion.


Regarding our 50th reunion, I trust everyone is making plans to be in Hanover in June. If finding a lost classmate helps convince both of you to attend, let me know who you seek and I will supply an address.


—Spencer Morgan, 315 Inverness Court, Flat Rock, NC 28731; (828) 696-9641; smorgan863@aol.com 


Belated thanks to Howie Frankel for trekking roughly eight miles on the AT in a Day event with an entourage that included his daughters Alison ’85 and Valerie ’87, several grandchildren and Bill Lum’s wife, Lynn.


Tom Kirby remains happily “stuck” in Garden City, New York, doing a lot of pro bono work for local charitable organizations. He is a member of an historic, private (men only) golf club with a separate golf museum. With a long-standing group of friends he and Germaine completed a two-week Seabourn cruise around the Italian coast in October that included some spectacular nighttime volcanic activity and ended with three frightfully expensive days in Rome.


On the other hand Frank Burnap and Beverly are happily retired from their family restaurant business and continue to live in Thendara, New York, where they moved in 1971. This is Adirondack mountain country with active summer and winter tourist seasons. Frank is still waiting for Eric Sailer to complete the design of a canoe competition from Old Forge to Saranac Lake. Sadly, some physical infirmities will prevent the Burnaps from attending our 50th reunion.


Donna and George Mundt can still be found in Newark Valley, New York, where he completed 40-plus years of local lawyering before retiring. George collects ancient 35mm cameras and lends moral support to his daughter Julie ’87 and her husband, who repair 16mm movie cameras. During the winter months the Mundts live on a comfortable power boat, presently berthed in Stewart, Florida, and explore both state coasts. In the past they have motored from Ithaca through the Erie Canal, down the Hudson River and along the inland waterway to reach warmer climes, but this grew old. Incarcerated in Butterfield Hall for freshman year, George developed a continuing friendship with Bob Brusic, Owen Dow and Paul Suerken among others. A looming hip replacement may prevent George from attending our 50th.


So what brings you and other classmates back to Hanover for our 50th reunion? Friendships are the most important reason. Nostalgia plays an important role as well. So starting from the fall of 1956 do you remember where the bookstore was located and where it is now? Still have your freshman beanie? Does it fit? What is/was a Fletcher Kit? What did John Piane own and who owns it now? What happened in Silsby Hall? When was the bell in Rollins Chapel rung? What kind of gas was sold on Allen Street? Do you remember the metal trays used in College Hall? Where did Nugget Alley lead? What was Wet Down? And, finally, name one waitress who worked at the Indian Bowl.


See you in June!


—Spencer Morgan, 315 Inverness Court, Flat Rock, NC 28731; (828) 696-9641; smorgan863@aol.com


Congratulations to Mort Kondrake on his election to the College board of trustees. He takes office following graduation for an initial term of five years. This is our second trustee from the class. Barry MacLean was our first.


George Potts is the producer of four different blogs ranging from Dartmouth traditions through travel and science. He became an early convert to computer use after graduation while working for the Bank of New York and as an analyst for Dean Witter Co. before starting his own software company in the mid-1990s. When not involved with blogging he spends his time offering specialized tutoring to high school kids and interviewing prospective Dartmouth students, often with Axel Grabowsky.


During last February and March wanderlust struck Vickie and Win Robinson. They spent 30 days trekking in Bhutan in the Himalaya. Win says they stayed between elevations of 7,000 and 12,000 feet so altitude was not a problem. The scenery was fantastic but, alas, they did not encounter a yeti!


More recently Mary and Dave Farnsworth spent two weeks in Hawaii visiting with their daughter and her family, who are stationed in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia; talking with Guy Piltz’s wife, Jo; and touring with Simi and Mel Kau. They managed to see Oahu and Kauai, Hawaii, including a helicopter tour of Volcano National Park.


Several years ago we mistakenly added Webb Wade to the deceased list. Please know that Webb is very much alive. His business career was similar to that of a corporate gypsy with stints in New York, Atlanta, Charlotte, North Carolina, and finally Jacksonville, Florida for the past 34 years. Webb left after freshman year and got his degree from the University of Pennsylvania. While not planning to attend our reunion, he sends greetings to Bob Christopher, Jim Marlow, Ken Siegel and Andy Stone.


Speaking of Jim Marlow, he and Corinne will follow a circuitous rout to the reunion. Their first stop is Omaha, Nebraska, in early June to attend a production of a play he wrote. Next is a quick trip to Aberdeen, South Dakota, to visit friends and family before jetting to Hanover. For those of you who do not recall such things, we elected Jim our class poet when we graduated!


By now everyone has received and enjoyed reading our third reunion edition of Musings. If you have not sent 40 bucks to Bill Moorman to help defray the cost of this tome, please do so promptly. And when you see John Mitchell at our reunion, please thank him for shepherding the book through production. It was a massive, time-consuming effort. Bob Boye will attest to this!


If Musings stimulates your interest in coming to our reunion, it may not be too late. Immediately contact Dick Chase or Bill Gundy to make arrangements. Your friends will enjoy seeing you as much as you will enjoy seeing them. Plus, the footprints of the College and town of Hanover have changed substantially even since our 45th reunion. See you there!


—Spencer Morgan, 315 Inverness Court, Flat Rock, NC 28731; (828) 696-9641; smorgan863@aol.com 


Following his success as the editor-in-chief of Musings Unlimited, John Mitchell was one of three aspirants to be the Vermont Republican nominee in the November congressional elections. Sadly, his efforts fell just short. He lost by less than 1,000 votes. To quote John: “I’m now retired from my fourth career. But from now on when some jerk says he’s upset by the political situation, I can trump him with asking when he last ran for Congress.” (Note: There are some politically correct word substitutions in the quote.)


Several classmates missed our reunion because of physical infirmities. Topping the list is Jack Hodgson. His medical saga includes five weeks of surgical prep, an angiogram and then heart surgery on both his ninth and 21 days in the hospital. Somewhere during this trauma he retained sufficient sass to chat-up the nurses. This was such as success that Jack is now contemplating knee surgery in early 2011. 


In the middle of the pack is Hank Greer, who continues to have rotator cuff operations. After knee surgery in January he went under the knife again in early June for the second time in 14 years to have major shoulder problems corrected. As others of us with similar limitations have discovered, you can always bring your mouth to the beer bottle. Hank and Laurel will be in Hanover in early November to place a headstone on Corey Ford’s grave.


Last but not least is Gil Stone. Intense pain forced him to schedule his second hip replacement in early June. Oddly enough he claims that skiing was easier than walking prior to both operations. Gil retired from a career in anesthesiology in 2000. He and Ellen have lived in Greenwich Village for 35 years. They trek to Cambridge each fall for the Harvard game, have skied in Val d’Isere for the past 20 years and will join Judy and Gene Kohn at a bat mitzvah this fall.


Lee Terwilliger and Margo joined the class for his first reunion ever. Seeing his Asbury Park (New Jersey) high school classmate Karl Mayer was an added bonus. After 30 years in the family printing business in New York City he retired in 1994. Look for Lee in Indianapolis, Indiana, when we play Butler in football around 2012.


John Goyette has suggested that we schedule a 75th class birthday party in Asheville, North Carolina. Some may remember that local classmates made a similar proposal for our 70th. Very little has changed in the area. Channel your thoughts to class president Bruce Hasenkamp.


If it is true that we are here to help others, then exactly what are the others here for?


—Spencer Morgan, 315 Inverness Court, Flat Rock, NC 28731; (828) 696-9641; smorgan863@aol.com 


Your correspondent is pleased to report that Ken Johansen, our penultimate president, was presented with the Dartmouth Alumni Award on October 23, 2013. He has served us well through the years and has earned our recognition.


The Upper Valley fourth Tuesday of the month luncheon club gathered with spouses and others on the third Tuesday before Christmas at its annual coed gala. If you are going to be visiting Hanover or environs in the back half of December (or the back half of any month), email Jim Adler to reserve a place at the table. Your lady will be welcome at the auxiliary table. Email or call Denny Goodman’s wife, Laura-Beth, for a spot. 


Larry Mayo’s wife, Gail, advises Larry passed away in September. His greatest joy was doing fieldwork; he suffered from the effects of Parkinson’s disease for almost 15 years but traveled about Alaska and participated in farming activities there for many of those years. His final passion was his boat, a wooden Grand Banks 32-footer, which was his second home in the wilds of southeast Alaska for almost 10 years.


Meanwhile, Reed Browning reports, “I’ve been listening this evening to a record that the Dartmouth Glee Club made back in 1958 or 1959. Heavy in nostalgia [he was on the glee team] though some of the lyrics wouldn’t pass political-correctness muster today. We sounded pretty damn good.”


Eric Sailer reports the death of Stephen Larson of Edina, Minnesota. “He was a prominent physician in Minneapolis and we were classmates in the 24-student class of Dartmouth Medical School ’61. His death is covered extensively in the Minneapolis Star Tribune. The deranged son of one of his patients murdered him at his own home and the murderer was killed by the police. Steve was a wonderful guy, hockey manager and member of Phi Delt. He took his medical studies seriously but was always ready for the parties at our old medical fraternity and at the same fraternity at McGill. He was a very dedicated physician in his obstetrics-gynecology specialty.” 


It’s A Small World Department: Mike Stern ’59 was perusing ’60s notes and came upon Paul Cantor’s name. Mike said, “I asked my daughter, Ricki ’87, if she knew Paul’s son, because they are both in documentary film producing. She knew John very well, but had no idea I knew Paul; small world! Can you give me his email address?” Just one more service provided by the column. 


—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., 14, Rutland, VT 05701; jmm00033@comcast.net


“And I am the queen of Romania,” announced Dorothy Parker in a mild put-down years ago. But she didn’t count on Ernie Latham’sbook, Timeless and Transitory, a gem of essays about Romania and chock full of stuff you never would have known. Fascinating people are those Romanians. 


Then comes Jack Sommer’sbook letting us know about his think tank, Changepoints Institute, a strategic innovator for positive change. Look it up at changepointsinstitute.wordpress.com.


Meanwhile, your correspondent, a co-founder of the Ethan Allen Institute in Vermont, celebrated its 20th anniversary with Denny Goodman and Tuck ’61 and class of ’60 friend Hatch Holland joining in.


Contributions to political and artistic endeavors also included a presentation in Norwich, Vermont, by Nick Muller on “The Regeneration of the Artist,” about Frank Lloyd Wright’s post-age-65 incredible decades of achievement.


Sadly, Brad Palmer, Russell Brooks and David Lodge passed away this year. 


When this is published, the Seattle caper will be done with so here is a plea via this column to all who took photos to have a neighborhood 12-year-old burn a CD of the photos for you and send it to Denny at 473 Hanover Center Road, Etna, NH 03750.


Although not retired, Mike Heitner enjoys keeping up with some of our classmates in the New York City area. He adds, “My wife, Susie, and I spend lots of quality time with Gail and Gus Leach during winters in Whistler, British Columbia. We would love to see more skiing classmates out there at this spectacular resort. I continue to think about retiring, but the excitement and fun of my law practice is difficult to abandon. Susie and I do find time to sail the Truelove on Lake Champlain and to ski regularly at Stowe, Vermont, interrupted by an annual winter trip to Whistler, but the real joyful time is spent with our grandsons Santiago and Matias, whose parents have now returned to Washington, D.C., after seven years in Buenos Aires.”


Paul Cantor’s investment management firm continues to thrive. Both of his children are figures in New York City entertainment life but have also produced grandchildren for Paul and Helaine to enjoy. His son Steven is a successful documentary film producer and daughter Carolyn is a noted off-Broadway director.


Richard Fishbein is enjoying retirement, but staying quite active with the Polytechnic Institute of NYU.


Thanks to guidance from his professional photographer son, Danny Rosen is now a serious amateur photographer.


Roger Zissu is a prominent intellectual property attorney, still litigating major cases in the field.


Gil Stone, a Greenwich Village habitué, is a proud, healthy and happy grandpa grinning through his magnificent silver beard.


Bill Batt writes from Indianapolis, Indiana, occasionally, updating us on the careers of his son and daughter.


Dorla and Tom Brock are burning up the golf course at Spruce Peak in Stowe, where they maintain a beautiful home for the enjoyment of their large family.


—John M. Mitchell,300 Grove St., 14, Rutland, VT 05701; jmm00033@comcast.net


The tintinnabulation of the chapel bells rolled over the campus to announce that Spencer Morgan had drifted into his well-deserved retirement after toiling behind the secretary’s desk chained like Thomas Hardy to the furniture until he had reported the current Class Notes or hit 500 words, whichever came first.


Advancing, caparisoned with the news, albeit sparse, of the class since our last notes opus come I, your Musings Unlimited editor, to keep you all posted.


Alas, the hammer of death has struck down yet more of us. B. Franklin was spot-on about how taxes and death confront us relentlessly.


Herewith, the Dartmouth flag was flown at half-staff on Thursday, June 16, and Friday, June 17, to honor the memory of John “Jack” Baird, professor of psychological and brain sciences, emeritus, who died June 8. We’ve also learned from Craig Jameson that George Bruder also died that day after a fairly lengthy struggle with Alzheimer’s disease.


On a less definitive note, Jack Benson’swife, Scilla, reported as follows: “It didn’t seem like such a bad fall at the time. They found the eye was fine, but he had a lot of blood in the brain, which moved the brain way off center. Jack is now in Rutland, Vermont, in rehab, but it looks like it might still be a long time.” Thus do the fates test our tenacity.


On a lighter note, the class art purchase caper went off in smashing fashion in May. As you know, lo these 20 years our class has purchased art works from the fine arts students each year for cold hard cash. Frequently it is their first confrontation with the world of cash for art’s sake and they revel in it. Denny Goodman spoke eloquently as only a retired diplomat can about the history of the program and the uniqueness of the College’s dormitories being draped throughout their halls with “real” art by “real” students.


Julia Sak ’10 announced that the ’10s were stepping up to continue as partners with the ’60s in funding the program and, as the vagaries of age send us to the Big Gallery-in-the-Sky, this tradition. Emily Eckers of the dean of student affairs office stood in for said dean, who was indisposed with a tummy ache. President Kim was also invited but could not make it. Dozens of denizens of the undergraduate and graduate crowd were there, including Dudley Smith (a founder of the program), Jim Adler, Rick Roesch and assorted wives.


Check out Tom Ashby’sletter in the spring Dartmouth Medicine edition. He reminisces about the first female enrollee at the Medical School who joined the ’62 two-year graduating class in 1960. 


Our inexorable march to the front of the pile of Class Notes cannot continue unless you (plural) send me news. Therefore, send me news please.


—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Rutland, VT 05710; (802) 775-3716; jmm00033@comcast.net


Send me something. Time is running out!


—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Rutland, VT 05710; (802) 775-3716; jmm00033@comcast.net


As a senior and first-year Tuck student I programmed on one of Professor Kemeny’s computers in assembler language using 1s and 0s to compute payrolls. At our 2011 mini-reunion the class approved a contribution to the computer science department of $15,000 to digitize all the cartoons, drawings, compositional studies and photographs of José Clemente Orozco’s The Epic of American Civilization murals in Baker Library’s basement. Imagine what computers will be able to do in 2060.


For those not attending the class meeting, you missed a marvelous presentation of what our class does. A number of students, class scholars, are present to thank us for helping them pay their way. The Summer Enrichment at Dartmouth project, which reaches into high schools and brings youngsters to Dartmouth to appreciate the college experience, paints today’s undergraduates as extraordinary givers of their time, talent and energy to help an otherwise uninformed fellow human being.


Twenty years ago we started purchasing undergraduates’ art for display on the walls of the dorms. Some of those works are quite valuable now, and having gone to the artists’ show at Hopkins Center and seen the smiles of gratitude the artists flash, I can report that we make their day.


And Dartmouth beat Columbia. President Kim confides he believes in a sound mind in a strong body and accordingly has directed the athletic department to recruit qualified candidates who can power our teams to a few more victories. Do not hesitate to encourage young athletes in your sphere to apply to Dartmouth. One never knows.


Following a successful 50th reunion our treasurer reported a surplus in the class kitty and a committee has been appointed to conjure up a suitable gift the class can contribute as a class of ’60 presentation, of course, to the College. Let Bruce Hasenkamp know your suggestion.


It has been brought to your scribe’s attention that from time to time a column is not published in the ’60 slot. This is attributed to your secretary’s slovenliness as well as the paucity of tidbits submitted to him for consideration. If you send, I will publish.


For example, I was sent an article from the Valley News featuring a fascinating website called www.geologyuppervalley.com that provides a comprehensive guide to five popular hikes in the Upper Valley, from the Dartmouth Skiway to Mount Cardigan. These are described by Brian Dade, a professor at the College, and Howie Frankel, a retired physician from Thetford, Vermont, whose ventures into geology are further described in our Musings Unlimited opus. As a former marble company guy, I can testify that the rocks tell tales.


There you have it: this issue’s news, sparse though it is. Be sure to call up DAM’s website to look for obituaries, as they put them there now.


—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Rutland, VT 05710; (802) 775-3716; jmm00033@comcast.net


It was a dark and stormy day. Deep in the woods in Hanover a somber group hovered against the chill winter’s drizzle when a shrouded specter slipped from the circle and gently spooned a few ashes into an awaiting hole in the black damp earth, then poured just a bit of Rick Lyman’s favorite adult beverage in after him to tide his spirit to where ever those spirits go.


Meanwhile over to the Norwich Inn, the regular fourth Tuesday Upper Valley luncheon club met on the third Tuesday because Christmas had booked the fourth. The all-inclusive-of-holidays affair was attended by a plethora of ’60s, wives, friends and widows come to join together and await the End of Days on the 21st day of the Mayan calendar with wine and such. 


Here follow the party’s attenders gathered from the highways and byways to attend the feast. I list them to let you know whom to expect next year if you are then driving by the College on the hill: Brooke and Jim Adler, Eric Anderson, Dorla and Tom Brock, Lyn Carlin, Sage and Dick Chase, Diana Diggin, Violetta and Quentin Faulkner, Laura-Beth and Denny Goodman, Malora and Bill Gundy, Honey and Bob Hager, Spike Hamilton, Ann and Roger Hanlon, Gretchen and John Hannon, Wendy and Chip Harris, Peter Hawks, Gail and Dave Hiley, Bob Kenerson, Judy and Gene Kohn, Hila Lyman, Betsy McGuire, Sam McMurtrie, Carol McQuate and John Mitchell, Linda and Rick Roesch, Tony Roisman, Joanne and Eric Sailer, Julie and Dudley Smith, Marcella and Gordon Starkey, Tom Trimarco and Joan Weider.


If you can read this, you survived. Alas, Jim Houser, Peter Herrick and Morris Feldman have departed the fellowship this 2012 year.


This story may be apocryphal—the details are fuzzy. I attended a dinner party for family from far and wide and all were encouraged to bring their children young and old. All during dinner my 4-year-old niece stared at me as I sat across from her. The girl could hardly eat for staring. I checked my shirt for spots, felt my face for food and patted my hair but nothing stopped her from staring. I tried my best to ignore her but finally it was too much for me. I asked her flat out, “Why are you staring at me?” Everyone at the table had noticed her behavior so the table went quiet for her response. My little niece said, “I’m just waiting to see how you drink like a fish.”


If you send me tidbits and squibs about your adventures, you won’t have to read the happy nonsense like the penultimate paragraph.


“Home,” said Robert Frost, “is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” This column is where I have to let you in.


—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Unit 14, Rutland, VT 05701; (802) 775-3716; jmm00033@comcast.net


In Disney’s movie, Johnny Appleseed, the song goes, “Get on the wagon rolling west or you’ll be left alone.” Seventy-five in Seattle in July! Be there! We trust you signed up with Bill Mooreman or will soonest.


Just over the river from Hanover and down a tree-lined lane sits the Montshire Museum derived, in part, from Dartmouth’s own museums . The following gathered to lunch and listen: Brooke and Jim Adler, Cilla and Jack Benson, Barry Betters, Sage and Dick Chase, Gordy DeWitt, Violetta and Quentin Faulkner,Laura-Beth and Denny Goodman, Honey and Bob Hager, Gene Kohn, Sam McMurtrie, Linda and Rick Roesch, Julie and Dudley Smith, Cella and Gordon Starkey and me. We were all fascinated to learn “How Things are Made,” an exhibit of assorted machines designed to beguile kids and intrigue adults. An additional treat was a superb film, Passion for Skiing, shown by the museum and exploring the rise of skiing from the 1920s on and the contribution by the sons and daughters of Dartmouth to the sport, the Olympics, WW II and intercollegiate competition. Don’t miss this film if it comes your way. It’s that good.


Hap Dunning reports from the left coast that in February, thanks to the initiative of Peter Farquar, their lunch group had toured the Arion Press in the Presidio in San Francisco. Arion is the last fully functioning cast-type foundry and letterpress printing and publishing operation in the United States. They toured the foundry, type-casting machines, the pressing and the binding areas of Arion. Of particular interest were some hand presses Arion still has. Included on the tour were Inta and Bruce Hasenkamp, bi-coastal Linda and Rick Roesch, Roger Hackley, Ed Berkowitz, Dick Gale and Dave Sammons. Mary Farquar and Dick Levy joined in afterwards for a sumptuous lunch at the Cliff House, perched on the edge of the Pacific Ocean.


Sid Goldman began his day early, traveling two hours up to Coral Shores (Florida) High School to present the Dartmouth Alumni Book Award to Isabella Garcia. It was a surprise to her, occurring during the quarterly “State of the Hurricane” assembly. Izzy’s parents were secretly in attendance and the entire student body cheered her award. Later he traveled to Marathon (Florida) High School to meet with Jonathan Rios and his family. Jonathan is an outstanding junior. His family, principal David Gracy and counselor Kathy Sympson arranged an intimate award ceremony in the conference room. The Dartmouth Club of the Florida Keys is proud of these fine students and hardworking educators. The final award will be given to Anika Yasmin of Key West High School on May 29. The book was Frost: Collected Poems, Prose, Plays. Robert Frost, class of 1896, attended Dartmouth College, returning as visiting poet in residence in the late 1950s, when many of us rubbed shoulders with him and heard him say his poems.


Talk about dedication: Russ Ingersoll and Pat trekked up to Hanover in the winter past to rent a house, pamper their grandchildren and take in Russ’ old pastime, hockey.


—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., 14, Rutland, VT 05701; jmm00033@comcast.net


Take heed: Campions has closed its doors in Hanover forever. This means that shopping for certain perfumes and other liquid aromatics will no longer be available to the geriatric crowds frequenting Main Street as an alternative to watching a football game. Oh, woe!


Once again the academics among us have risen to the top. Mel Small, distinguished professor of history emeritus at Wayne State University, is the editor of A Companion to Richard M. Nixon. This book examines Nixon’s foreign and domestic policies through a series of scholarly essays.


Also, still pursuing the academic life is Frank Loeb as a biology professor at Stockton State College in central New Jersey. After spending six years as a Marine doctor in Vietnam and a further assignment at Bethesda Naval Hospital in general medicine, the world of young, malleable minds summoned him to the college ranks. Frank makes random monthly contributions to the editorial page of the Atlantic City Press. This generates a lot of rebuttals, thus keeping him on his toes.


Buzz Page has managed to stay under the class radar scope for years, but is now exposed. He was hard to locate at times but was seen in Providence, Rhode Island; Lebanon, New Hampshire; Mount Pleasant, South Carolina; and now in East Boothbay, Maine—not exactly a corporate gypsy as each move was voluntary. His career has encompassed 15 years of law practice, 10 years of his family antique car business, restoring old houses in Charleston coupled with a highly productive rare map business and for the past 13 years living in the oldest house in East Boothbay. Somehow he persuaded Duncan Gray to purchase the house next door.


Bruce Hulbert and Hal Burge roomed together for two years while members of Alpha Chi Rho. This friendship persists as they will jointly celebrate 50 years of marriage with wives Margaret and Sandy, respectively. A long time ago Bruce persuaded Dick Levy to be his best man and Howie Jelenik and Steve Banks ’59 to add additional support. After a Navy career Bruce moved inland to Goodyear, Arizona, where he now delights in confounding the TSA with his titanium knee and hip.


Peter Erwin has given up running in marathons and shorter races, has had both knees replaced and is now recovering from several operations on a bum hip. He lives in Grande Village Retirement Community in Twinsburg, Ohio, if you are in the area.


Like many others, Bruce Lively, Jim Graham and Earle Patterson have retained a friendship begun in Hanover. Through a series of mergers and acquisitions Bruce worked as a trust administrator for six different banks without ever changing offices. Now he divides his time between Branford, Connecticut, and a winterized house in Lincolnville, Maine. As Hawkeye Pierce once said, this is life at its finest kind!


Finally, Washington’s loss is our gain, as rather than orate from the floor of the House of Representatives, John Mitchell is our new class secretary. It has been fun. Cheers!!


—Spencer Morgan, 315 Inverness Court, Flat Rock, NC 28731; (828) 696-9641; smorgan863@aol.com


When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls and the mist lays low on the fen then like Brigadoon (but every 50 years) from the fog come missives from ’mates not heard from since long ago. 


But first about me: Before I retired I engaged the Swiss company where I worked to lease a marble quarry in Vermont to an Italian company that was in the marble-for-memorials business. This marble is not suited for the Swiss company’s products. The quarry was discovered in the 1700s and used intermittently until 1904, after which it has been in continual use. I wanted this wonderful white marble to be available for use in our military cemeteries. (See the news link www.cbnews.com/vodeo/watch?id=736766n for what I mean.) The Swiss lease a quarry in America to the Italians to dig up marble to sell to the Army for tombstones for folks who died after serving all over the world. Is this a great county or what?


Now about you: Dr. Rodney Regestein vents a bit on healthcare. “The debt ceiling crisis suggests democracy works better for small, homogeneous populations. Increased differences in cultural mores across local populations bring an increased chance of irreconcilable national disagreements. This problem gets aggravated by globalization and immigration. We all need to step out of our comfort zones enough to live together.


“I and all my colleagues in our hospital’s outpatient psychiatry clinic were laid off two-and-a-half years ago. The hospital tossed the old ways of taking care of patients to bring costs down. The legal milieu meant firing everybody and then taking applications for places in the reformed organization. The news keeps shouting that U.S. healthcare expenses are double those of any other nation. Morbidity and mortality rates peg us at about the 50th healthiest country. Fully half of illness is self-induced, which makes this a psychiatric problem. Death statistics document a high prevalence of heart attacks, but this really means a high prevalence of indolent couch potatoes who live on chips, caffeine and rich desserts. The obesity epidemic has also induced a diabetes epidemic. For the first time ever the younger generation may have a shorter life span than its parents. (This would mean Social Security projections might not be as bad as planners think!)


“This problem fits in with our lousy education and lopsided income distribution. Few educated people smoke. Compared with poor people, middle-class people tend to exercise and control their weight. Patients tend to underreport their eats and over-report how much they exercise, so doctors can’t easily measure patients’ actual diet or caloric expenditure. I’m trying to find a cheap, convenient way to measure how many calories people spend as they live their routine lives. I and my MIT collaborators must find the right way to analyze the output of a wristwatch-sized activity monitor that records body movements. We’ll have to raise capital to produce a clinical product. But what a market!”


—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Rutland, VT 05710; (802) 775-3716; jmm00033@comcast.net