1934

A TRIBUTE — The great man who created the "Hopkins Era" at the College is gone, but the honor and the glory of that era — and all that it stands for - will endure as long as Dartmouth does.

Ernest Martin Hopkins was a giant among giants in times that summoned men to greatness. And "Hoppy" wore his greatness with a humble dignity that befitted a man of his preeminence. It was his hallmark. Hoppy was the very embodiment of the warmth, the genuineness and the inspiring quality of what we know to be the Dartmouth spirit. To our generation, he was Dartmouth - its heart, its conscience, its voice crying in the wilderness. To the Class of 1934 was he especially a towering figure, a source of great strength and comfort and fortitude in a senior year beset by stunning disaster - the Theta Chi tragedy and, soon afterwards, the loss of our beloved class president, BobMichelet.

To us, Hoppy was a father confessor, a warm and very wonderful friend, a font of wisdom and inspiration - one of the finest human beings we have ever known. We saw him and felt the glow of his greatness for the first time on that September day in 1930 when we matriculated. We saw him for the last time last February when he invited us to his home. The glow of greatness was still there - in fullest measure. He talked about many things close to his heart - Dartmouth, his grandsons, memories of bygone days, the bright promise of the newest generation of Dartmouth men. As our treasured reunion drew to a close, the young man who accompanied us was rewarded with a warm handclasp when he told Hoppy he was deeply honored to be able to share with him the privilege of the Dartmouth fellowship. Then we said goodbye.

From the unforgettable valediction he delivered at memorial services for the Theta Chi dead, we borrow his own words to say this last goodbye to Hoppy on behalf of the Class of 1934: "You whom we have loved long since and lost awhile, as we part at these crossroads - hail and farewell!"

A SALUTE - A final interim report as these notes went to press showed that 376 members of the Class of 1934 contributed $30,900.34 to the 1964 Alumni Fund. This was just short of the class goal (93 per cent of it), but an all-time high for '34 - nearly $6,000 more than ever before. Head Class Agent Bob Williamson writes: "This is a fine tribute to the fellows all over the country who made such effective calls to bring in the dough." We salute all of them, and espe- cially Bob for his above-and-beyond-the-call performance following a heart attack last winter. Bob reports he is doing nicely and hopes to visit Hanover soon.

Executive vice president of the Container Corporation of America since 1961, Tom Cass was honored by that firm by his election this summer to the Board of Directors. Tom joined Container Corporation in 1939 after attending Wharton School and since that time has had various posts in sales and general man- agement. In 1960 he was brought from the West Coast where he was senior vice president of the California Container Corporation Division. He and Ruth, and the younger half of a quartet of daughters, live in Winnetka.

DARTMOUTH SONS OF 1934 - The College accepted 15 sons of 1934 for admission with the Class of 1968. Here is the roll call of 1934's and their 1968 sons: BillBarnet (Laurence G.), Ben Benoit (Robert B.), Bob Corwin (Thomas K.), Bob Engleman (twin sons John S. and Stephen B.), Bill Gay (Charles W.), Dave Hedges (Daniel K.), Willie Laveen (Jeffrey E.), Jack Lynch (John D.), the late Steve Meigher (Stephen C. Ill), Okie (Double "f") O'Keeffe (Peter L.), Herm Spitzer (Andrew L.), Hank Werner (Peter H.), Wendy Williams (Christopher G.), and Fred Wolf (Fred III). To these young men of '68 our warmest congratulations. To them is given the privilege of carrying forward a noble tradition.

DIRECT REPORT — When we learned that Len Harrison had enrolled in Dartmouth's first Alumni College, we asked him to write his impressions of this pioneering venture for this column. Here's his report, shortened because of space limitations:

"Dartmouth Alumni College was a rousing success for everyone — the alumni students, their youngsters, the professors and the College. Only two 1934 families attended, the Dr. Jim Keeleys and their four children — James, Beth, Margaret, and David — and the Harrisons and son Andrew. (Our older son, Walter '66, was busy selling bubble gum to retail stores in Harlem). ...

"The two-week schedule at Alumni College started with an 8 a.m. breakfast, two lectures at 8:30 a.m. and 9:30 a.m. respectively. followed by a half hour coffee break at the Top of the Hop. There was a seminar from 11 a.m. to 12:30 each day. The afternoons were open, but most of us had to devote that time for the following day's assignments. ... Every evening was devoted to a worthwhile lecture, a most enjoyable play or concert. ...

"There were 14 different seminar groups led by a different Dartmouth professor each day. There were approximately a dozen students in each seminar with one group staying together for a week, and then we were all switched to an entirely different seminar, permitting us to meet and discuss the problems brought up by the reading with an entirely new group of students. ... We delved into the problems of the nature of man, the problems of religion in modern society, economic problems of future America, what various authors are trying to convey as man's ideal of happiness, etc.

"While the adults were thus absorbed, the youngsters were participating in woodworking, sculpturing, or painting classes, swimming instruction, tennis, canoeing, volleyball, hikes, folk dancing, to mention but a few. They were completely supervised and entirely removed from their parents, which was good for both generations. Our son, Andy, said it was the best vacation he ever had and frankly that is typical of the comments heard from all who attended.

"Alumni College is going to be a much bigger program in 1965. I would advise all interested members in the Class of '34 to make their reservations now." Thanks, Len.

SADNESS—It is with profound sorrow that we report the passing of Walt Keady at Nashua, N.H., August 28. His death followed by only a few months that of his father, Tom Keady '05, famed football coach and author of "As the Backs Go Tearing By." To Walt's wife, Rita, and their children, our deepest sympathy.

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