These pages contain all class notes from the Yale Alumni Magazine from 1957 on. The notes appear unchanged from their original publication save for the correction of misspellings and other small errors. The few gaps in coverage that exist result from the absence of Class of 1957 notes in a few issues of the magazine over the years. Also, in keeping with changes in the magazine itself, the frequency of publication occasionally changes.

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Notes: December 1973
Notes: November 1973
Notes: October 1973
Notes: August 1973
Notes: June 1973
Notes: May 1973
Notes: March 1973
Notes: February 1973
Notes: January 1973

Notes: December 1973

News is a little sparse this month and I contemplated putting in several items concerning members of the Class of 1958 whom I've seen recently but I guess I ought to let Ed Bennett take care of that in his semi-annual message to his classmates.

We received Walter Alexander's note concerning our 1957 Quarter Century Fund and spoke with him concerning some changes we might like to make in the handling of the fund. For those of you who retained his letter, you will note that the growth in funds held in our One Williams Street Fund, and the Mutual Benefit Life Insurance Annuity, which we purchased, has been abysmal, while the funds that were put into the YAF Quarter Century account and managed by Yale's endowment managers has performed reasonably well for the two years in which they've had the funds. Specifically, we'd like to write each contributor to the 25th Reunion Class Gift Fund and request that the funds currently being managed by One Williams Street be transferred to other managers. The funds represent about 10 percent of our total funds market value and we believe they can be managed much more aggressively than they are at the present time. At any rate, you will receive some information and recommendation on this in the next month or so. While Walt was quite willing to talk about our Class Gift Fund, he sure wasn't giving out much information on himself or his family, which consists of wife, Karen, and four children, living in Geneva, Ill., close to where Walter is running the Alexander Lumber Company. I guess Watt is trying to go incognito ever since his feats of drinking prowess performed on the Housatonic 16 years ago at the Miss Rheingold contest.

Roland Machold provided us with a little grist for our mill. Roland has been with Morgan Stanley & Company since graduating from Harvard Business School in 1963 and is now a Vice President. His wife, Pamela, and three children ages 8, 4, and 1, live in Princeton, N.J. Roland's principal outside activity revolves around the Princeton Child Development Institute, a school which Roland and Pamela founded for autistic children, which now has 11 children enrolled, one of whom is Roland's oldest. They're also quite active with the Society of Friends and several local conservation groups and Pamela vigorously attacks conservation policies of various corporations while Roland is writing prospecti defending their economic viability.

Rob Bartlett writes that he has left J.J. Heinz in Pittsburgh and has accepted the new position of Vice President of Sales & Marketing of the Pet Food Division of Liggett & Meyers. I don't know why I'm giving him this plug now that he is in direct competition with Quaker Oats, and I hope that his new address in Barrington, Ill., Pound Foolish Farm, Penny Road, isn't indicative of how well they're going to do against our Ken-L-Ration Cheeseburger.

Don Miller recently moved to Stern, Walters and Simmons, Chicago-based advertising agency which does most of the work for Sears, Roebuck and STP. Don is sort of a jack of all trades over there though we do understand that he had nothing to do with Andy Granatelli's leaving STP. Don lives in downtown Chicago, where son, Tim, is cracking a few skulls as middle linebacker for the Latin School and son, Caleb, 11, is running faster than a speeding bullet at the Walt Disney Magnet School, an experimental educational institution. Don and I are plotting to descend on DeLuca's geodesic dome in Kentucky sometime in November to see if it can withstand the onslaught of six children.

On a trip though Hartford several weeks ago we had a chance to visit with Binky Davis and are happy to report that he is smiling again, or at least grinning subtly, because the stock market seems to be turning around.

—Peter B. Fritzsche

Notes: November 1973

After a year as your Class Secretary, it has come to my attention that the Yale Class of 1957 is operating without a Class Council. Now before you go out, weep and gnash your teeth over another major national catastrophe, let us reason together whether or not we need such a Council. The duties of the Council are to manage the property, affairs and business of the Class as well as determining the amount of annual dues to be requested, planning dinners, reunions, gatherings, outings, class book, publications, fund raisers projects ad nauseum. I wasn't aware that the Class had any property, or at least I didn't find any titles in the records that Mike O'Hearn left us, and it's my impression that whatever property we did have, Charlie Peet confiscated before abdicating the Treasurer's office. As far as affairs are concerned, it has always seemed to me that these were personal matters and certainly ought not be commented on in a group session of heavy drinkers.

Judging from all of the snide comments and dirty four letter words returned to Cale Carson last year on his dues notice, we can assure you that 99-44/100 percent of the Class is not interested in having the officers plan dinners, reunion gatherings, outings, etc. Having eliminated all of the necessary duties of the Council, it is easy work to proceed to its abolishment entirely. It would be unYalie to be so undemocratic as to abolish this august body, so within the next month or so we shall send you a list of nominations to be voted on, such votes to be counted only if they are accompanied by a check for your annual dues.

Now on to more important things such as high school reunions. We attended our 20th reunion of the Class of 1953 from University School in Cleveland last June and in attendance were Jack Turben, Kurt Bloch, George Dunn and myself. Faces we didn't see were Sandy Clark, Ted Jones, Henry Chisholm, Stu Miller, Frank Beam, Rob Corry and someone else whose name I can't remember but whom I'm sure will remind me after he reads this.

Kurt Bloch looked sensational, having lost about 22 pounds, and dressed in the duds of a college cat. He has been studying and teaching judo and karate, and if you move too fast in reaching for your third martini, he whips into his Kung Fu routine which leaves you physically and psychologically paralyzed. Our overall impression of the reunion was that it was considerable better attended with a hell of a lot more enthusiasm and interest than you guys showed for our 15th.

Echoing the same sentiment on reunion is Larry Kramer, who recently wrote that he went back to Washington for his 20th high school reunion and 225 showed up out of a class of 300. I can't imagine that many people showing up for a reunion so we're going to write Larry back and ask if Linda Lovelace was in his class. At any rate, Larry wasn't the only one who was disappointed with our own showing last year and is hopeful of improved and more enthusiastic turnout for the 20th.

We received a letter from Charlie Cushman, who has spent the past several years searching out a few oriental skirts in Taiwan. However, his communication was so bent out of shape by his constant chomping on the Eurasion poppy seed that we're unable to pass it on to you.

Terry Carlisle is leaving Nashville, Tenn. where he has been Graduate Assistant Swimming Coach for Florida State University. Terry had previously coached Bolles High School to the 1972 state swimming championship and last spring took a National AAU team of eight people to Pretoria, South Africa for the South African games. Terry's wife, Susan, and three daughters, Kim, Shelley, and Tylla, will be living in Tallahassee, Fla.

Tung Hon Jeong continues his pioneering work in the science of holography at Lake Forest College, and has recently been promoted to a full professorship of physics.

Alan Carr, who has been a Vice President--Investment Counsel of Eaton & Howard, Inc. since 1969, has recently been elected Vice President of Eaton & Howard Growth Fund and Eaton & Howard Special Fund, both of which are managed by Eaton & Howard, Inc. Alan takes just enough time off from his job and sailing to put in time as President of the Trustees of Derby Academy in Hingham as well as being a Trustee of South Shore Hospital.

Brother Peter John Leinenweber wrote in from the Mount Saviour Monastery at Elmira, N.Y., where he edits the monthly magazine, Monastic Studies. He reports that for the very low price of $5 his classmates may not only establish contact with an old pal but receive the most recent edition entitled "On the Experience of God." I guess you can take the religious out of Yale, but not the Yale out of the religious, because Brother Peter still remains close to the university scene and its happenings. Johannes Somary makes an annual visit to Mount Saviour for a few days, as does Rowan Greer, '56. Henry Nouwen from the Divinity School faculty showed up recently with a few undergraduates. The Lutheran chaplain from Yale, Tom Chittick, and his wife spent a week in June while the Episcopal and Catholic chaplains have inquired about bringing groups for future weekends.

Brother Peter gives an interesting commentary on today's undergraduates, "I don't feel very distant from the undergraduates I've met, though they certainly seem to enjoy themselves less than I remember doing. It seems a pity that being a Yale undergraduate should be such hard work. I don't remember it that way." I don't remember it that very either, but the undergraduate today is merely a mirror of the society around him and we sure don't see a lot of smiles. Maybe a trip to Elmira, N.Y. would do wonders for us all.

—Peter B. Fritzsche

Notes: October 1973

Ah, yes, the summer brings a virtual cornucopia of potpourri. Fred Zappala has recently been named President of Donovan and Zappala Associates, Inc., a management consulting firm located in North Andover, Mass. Fred had been a Vice President with Vaule and Company, another consulting firm. Fred and his wife, Pat, live in Groveland, Mass. with their four children, Bonnie, Todd, Tom and Steve. Larry Perlman recently announced his planned move from Milwaukee where he has been Director of the Medical Clinic at the Medical College of Wisconsin to become Associate Professor of Medicine and Director of Ambulatory Services for the University Health Center of Pittsburgh. The job is a mixture of practice, teaching, research, and administration, and Larry is looking forward with great anticipation to the move. Wife, Marla, and the three children, Jonathan, Abigail and Susanna, will be living in Shadyside just outside of Pittsburgh.

On Saturday, June 2, Andy Jergens was ordained to the Sacred Order of Deacons in the Protestant Episcopal Church by the Rt. Rev. John M. Krumm, Bishop of the Diocese of Southern Ohio. The ordination was at the Church of the Redeemer where Andy expects to be a part-time assistant while continuing as President of the Andrew Jergens Foundation, a grant-making non-profit corporation interested in health, education, and welfare and cultural experiences of children in the greater Cincinnati area. Andy's two children, Andrew age 7 and Peter age 5, assisted at the ordination and his wife, Virginia, read the litany for the ministry. Andrew is also President of the Board of Trustees of the Cincinnati Playhouse in the Park, one of the country's leading resident theaters.

Greg Austin has recently left the private sector to become a public servant. I suppose you could say his timing could have been better; however, in this day and age of everyone bad mouthing public service, it's refreshing to know that qualified people are moving in the other direction. Greg left Denver for Washington, D.C. in April, one week after the birth of his and Dianna's first child, Sabrina Elizabeth. In his capacity as General Counsel to the Small Business Administration, Greg heads up approximately 200 lawyers and has responsibility over the legal and legislative affairs of the agency. Greg didn't mention how long he expected to be in Washington, but his hopes are to return to Denver into private practice of laws after this tour of duty.

Pat Carey called us from O'Hare airport to bring us up to date on his activities. He is living in Spartansburg, S.C. where he owns and manages the local Allied Van Lines branch and has over the past several years acquired the Allied businesses in Greenville, S.C. and Asheville, N.C. Pat's on the board of directors of the parent company and especially active on their regional board of directors located in Atlanta. Pat told us that Tuck Halbkat, who is located in Greenville, recently acquired the GMC truck dealership, and seems to be enjoying his new-found entrepreneurship. Pat, also mentioned that he has seen Keith Crowley, who lives in Spartanburg but who is apparently moving to Connecticut in the near future.

Chuck Kerr checks in from the University of Arizona where he has been since September 1970 and is now Assistant Professor of Psychiatry and the Clinical Director of the In-Patient Unit and Consultation Service at the new Arizona Medical Center Hospital. The family consists of five boys, Charles, Tim, David, Scott and Eric, ranging in age from 14 to 4. Chuck's newfound hobby is running (who wouldn't with five boys around the house) and he's been averaging 25 miles per week. Chuck's hoping to compete in a marathon in February 1974. Chuck reports that Hugh Thompson is also living in Tucson and doing well in orthopedic surgery in between his backpacking trips and jogging routine. Chuck saw Norwood Hill and his wife and family in Dallas last May where Norwood is doing some exciting work at the Wadley Clinic concerning the modernization of blood banking techniques and administration.

Allen Wardwell, after 13 years at the Chicago Art Institute, most recently as curator of primitive arts, is doing what all of us wish we could do. He has left the Art Institute and taken wife and three children to Santa Fe, N.M., where he will spend the next year writing, skiing, searching truths, and just lolling around. Next year he will be moving back to New York to a major museum administration job which he has already been offered but on which he was not able to give us much embellishment at this time. We'll be interested to see how he enjoys the 'Big Apple' after being a 'Marlboro Man' for 12 months. I don't know too many curators who wear cowboy boots and roll their own stogies.

Allen McGowan has been keeping himself busy, having just been elected President of the Scientists Institute for Public Information. Apparently this was a temporary position which is now slated to be a full-time job and Allan, Rochelle and two children, Dade and Nina, expect to be moving to New York in June 1974. He has been Scientific Administrator for the Center for Biology of Natural Systems at Washington University in St. Louis. He was also a Co-Founder and Vice President of the Institute for Environmental Education, specializing in secondary school education programs in Cleveland.

There's life in the old boy yet, as Charlie Abuza reports that he and his wife are now expecting another child in August adding to their one son who is now 5 years old. Charlie's doing mostly estate legal work and lives in Brooklyn Heights. They just recently bought a new home in Southbury, Conn. to relax on weekends. Chuck was hoping to take his annual boat trip with George and Becky Dunn, however, George is not exactly the perfect midwife and the last time that boat went up the St. Lawrence Seaway, yours truly damn near turned it over after running into a submerged concrete abutment. Needless to say, Charlie will stay home.

—Peter B. Fritzsche

Notes: August 1973

We are sad to report that Chuck Price died suddenly at his home in La Jolla, Calif., on April 20. Chuck had been doing systems analysis work for the Getty Oil Company and is survived by his parents, Colonel & Mrs. Edgar O. Price, a brother, Robert, and his sister, Beth Dugan.

Chuck Debrovner, M.D. has recently been appointed Director of Obstetrics and Gynecology of French-Polyclinic Health Center in New York City. Chuck has previously been at the New York University Med Center at Bellevue Hospital and has been on the faculty of New York University since 1964.

Architects are very much in the news this month, with notes coming in from both Warren Cox and Bruce Arneill. Warren has been practicing in Washington, D.C. for eight years along with a Princetonian, George Hartman. The firm of Hartman and Cox has picked up several design awards including two American Institute of Architects National Honor Awards and the first Louis Sullivan Award for special work in masonry. Warren reports that his projects have included everything from stables to office buildings, but I think he meant to say that his office buildings were stable. At any rate we hope he knows the difference. Warren married Susan Shifley in 1966 and they live peacefully in Georgetown with three golden retrievers.

Bruce Arneill, who was recently married, has also come in for several awards. Bruce, who is practicing in New Haven, received his second American Institute of Architects National Merit Award for his design of an experimental house in Wilmington, Vt., an experiment in how to save land, use a steep hill and also have an existing vacation house. The house is built into the side of a steep hill in the beautiful Vermont countryside, and almost looks like a tree house. The house will be exhibited at the coming A.I.A National Convention in Houston, Texas, as well as a worldwide exhibit of U.S. architecture.

Bruce is even more proud of receiving a Maine State Award from the States Arts and Humanities Commission for his design of elderly housing in Portland, Me. Bruce designed a new addition to the Old Levi Cutter House and was honored for his ability to not only establish a harmony between the old and the new buildings but in maintaining the architectural continuity of the 18th Century neighborhood in which it resides.

Peter Grose has written that after 12 years as a foreign correspondent, he gave in to "embourgeoisement" and is now settled in New York on the editorial board of the New York Times. Peter reports one wife, two daughters, all cheerful.

A. C. R. Charlton reports from Paris where he has been working at the Paris Embassy for the past two years. Daughter, Sarah, was born on January 25, 1972, at the American Hospital in Paris and wife, Ann, is expecting again in October. Jerry Farnum is still a practicing gnome of Zurich, working as a manager of the Dow Banking Corporation. He didn't mention in his note whether he has been taking Dr. Franz Pic's advice to buy all the gold he can get his hands on. Jerry and Alice have two sons who would apparently rather speak 'Schweizerdeutsch' than English. Jerry wrote a guide last year to the Roman ruins in Switzerland, whose German edition is now in its third printing.

Air Force Lieutenant Colonel Albert C. Jerman recently received the U.S. Air Force Commendation Medal at Brooks Air Force Base in Texas. Al was cited for his work as a dental consultant at Robbins Air Force Base in Georgia. He is now the Chief Dental Consultant at the School of Aerospace Medicine at Brooks.

In case you have been wondering whatever happened to August Bellence, son of Giuseppi Bellence, we can now bring you up to date. Henry Payne wrote that in 1971, as a speculative venture his firm, Payne Engineering, bought control of Bellance Aircraft Engineering and moved it from Long Island to their 70-acre plant site in Scott Depot, W.Va. The purpose of all this is to complete and fly a prototype six-place all fiberglass honeycomb, business aircraft which had been designed originally by Guiseppi Bellance and the work carried on by his son, August. This "plastic fantastic" is supposed to exceed 250 m.p.h. with a conventional propeller/piston engine, so they are understandably excited about the first flight this fall. The Bellance project is just a sideline, however, as Payne Engineering's primary activity is specialty electronics with sales now moving up over $1 million. Henry also informed us that his former roommate Oroon Bannerot after several years with Pennzoil in Houston, Texas is now the head of their industrial products operation in Pittsburgh. He and wife, Betty Ann, are living in a farm north of Pittsburgh where they are raising four little and not so little Bannerots along with a few horses, cats and dogs.

Dick Arnold, the legislative coordinator to Governor Dale Bumpers of Arkansas was recently named to a ten-year term on the University of Arkansas Board of Trustees. Dick, a native of Texarkana and a practicing attorney in that city, served as a delegate to the State's Constitutional Convention in 1970, and to the 1968 Democratic National Convention in Chicago. Currently, he is a member of the Democratic State Control Committee and a former candidate for the Democrats fourth Congressional District seat.

—Peter B. Fritzsche

Notes: June 1973

By popular demand, namely mine, the following is our April article which was last seen resting in the bowels of the U.S. Post Office back in February.

We are sad to report that the death of John Abbott, USN, was recently confirmed by the Department of Defense. John was shot down in 1966 and had been listed as missing in action. He was also a Navy pilot in Korea and had been on the flight which had downed a MIG fighter. John is survived by his wife, Cecile and son, John. Words which come so quick and flip on other news items elude us now and we only pray that John's supreme sacrifice shall not have been in vain.

We attended the Yale Centennial Football Dinner in New York at the Waldorf-Astoria on January 16, and if you'll permit a little bit of nostalgia, we can tell you that Walter Camp is alive and well in the Yale Bowl. The speeches weren't much, but the thrill of meeting some of the old greats and not so greats was a real tug on the old shoulder pads. The bonds of friendship, loyalty and mutual respect built up through the discipline of glorious wins and frustrating defeats is so often mentioned and so little understood. The attendance at the Centennial by many of those whose names were not etched on Heisman trophies, all east and all ivy rosters, was even more impressive than meeting Larry Kelly and a few other immortals. Our class was represented by Billy Williams, Maury Ryan, Rob Corry, Charlie Grimes and Colin Jensen, as well as Vern and Dean Loucks, Denny McGill, Al Ward, Mike Oberlin and Ken Jones; a truly great evening.

Maury Ryan is now living in Providence, R.I. after having moved from Rochester several years ago to start his own business, Elemental Industries, Inc. Seeing the two-platoon football specialists of today, makes us wonder how many records super Maury might have broken (along with a few ends' fingers), if he were playing today.

Rob Corry, still looking like he stepped out of his senior year at University School, is transplanting his family to Iowa City, Iowa after several years at Mass General Hospital in Boston. Specking of transplants, that's just what he's doing and will be head of transplant surgery at the University of Iowa. My notes were a little scrambled having been written between the fourth and fifth martini, at the centennial dinner, but I believe Rob's specializing in orthopedic type of transplants. At least I know he refused to give me a free hair transplant.

Al Ward and I attempted to negotiate about 25 inches of powder at Alta and Snowbird, Utah in early January and it was a disaster. Trying to extricate oneself from all that snow after falling five or ten times is like trying to do push-ups on a bed of cotton candy. Al's natural athletic ability carried him down the hill in far better shape than yours truly.

Mort Zalutsky, another of the professional corporation syndrome, writes from Portland, Ore. that he is spending a good deal of his time lecturing for the Practicing Law Institute of New York on three different programs. All of these programs have been delivered throughout the U.S. in such places as Dallas, New York, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, and Miami. Mort is also lecturing at the University of Oregon Dental School and the Oregon Medical Association and says that "between these lectures I attempt to practice law." With all that traveling and lecturing, Mort's attempts must be made on Saturday morning chasing ambulances. We are happy to finally find out about these professional corporations, however, and that someone has finally come up with the ideal organizational structure for the Cole sisters and the Happy Hooker.

Ron Savin, happily married and with three daughters is enjoying living and working within the shadow of Yale in New Haven. Ron spent five year, after graduating from Yale, in graduate studies in medicine in Florida and came back to Yale for training in dermatology. At the present time he's practicing adult and adolescent dermatology in downtown New Haven.

Peter Robertson deserves a long awaited welcome to the civilian ranks, having retired from the Army on December 29, after 15 years of service. Retirement could have been taken several years ago and was based on a disability arising out of an injury sustained in Korea in 1957; however, Pete served with a waiver of this disability since the Korean War was and only recently decided to again enter the civilian ranks. Pete's wife, Lois, and their children, Norma and Donald, are looking forward to spending at least two more years in the Detroit area, where Pete will be going back to school and obtaining an MBA degree.

Numbers One and Two report in through the good offices of Jon Breslav, Regional Manager of Hertz Car leasing division in New York City, and Joseph Vittoria, Vice President and General Manager of Avis' international division in England. Joe reports that he became an officer of Avis in June 1971 and that his areas of primary responsibility are concentrated in Europe, Africa, and the Middle East. He has been living in Europe since 1960, married his Italian bride, Luciana, in 1962 and they now have four children ranging in ages from 9 years to 20 months. Joe offers his assistance to anyone planning a trip to Europe who is in need of car rental services. Of course, if you desire, Jon Breslav will be happy to lease you the car from Hertz before you ever leave on your trip. Jon's new home is in Stamford, Conn., and for the second time in five years, a little bundle of joy has arrived immediately filling up the house right after their move, Gordon Walter Breslav weighted in at 8 lbs 8 ozs. on his March 6 birthdate. Daughter, Alison, is now 5, and Jon did not mention anything about moving again so I suppose it will be awhile before number three shows up.

Jon was nice enough to send us several additional articles on classmates. John Onthank, Vice President of Marketing for Schweppes U.S.A., Ltd., was interviewed in a recent edition of Sales Management magazine concerning his plans for entering the soft drink business. John came to Schweppes from Coca-Cola several years ago so he should have a good fix on the hard sell of soft drinks. We wish John luck; however, don't you think Commander Whitehead is just a little too geriatric to be "the real thing" or spokesman for the Pepsi generation?

The March 9 edition if the Stamford Advocate had a piece on Kim Cheney, Vermont's Attorney General. It seems that Hector, Kim's Labrador Retriever, was being evicted from the State House by the State building director. However, Kim did his stately duty and ruled the eviction notice unconstitutional. Hector is on the payroll at the rate of two bags of Ken-L-Ration Burger per day, with a bonus of one Milk Bone for every defense lawyer he can bite.

Henry Into has recently been promoted to the position of engineering manager for handguns at Colt Industries in Hartford. Hank and his wife, Frances, are now living in Farmington, Conn. We received another note concerning Vern Loucks' rapid rise at Baxter Labs the other day. Vern has recently been appointed Senior Vice President of Baxter Laboratories, Inc. after serving as President of their Travenol Division for the past year. This is about the fourth notice we've had from the Baxter PR division concerning promotions for Vern over the past two years, and we wish that they'd just let us know the year n which he's going to become President and Chief Executive Officer and be done with it.

It's an ill midnight airplane ride from LA that doesn't provide some good news for somebody. On a recent red eye express from San Francisco to Chicago, I was trying to stay awake by reading every article an Old Denver newspaper had to offer. Sure enough, along came an item that Miss Bonnie Byers will become the June 16 bride of Bruce P. Arneill. As far as I can recall, this is the first piece of news we've had that will appear before the main event itself. Bonnie is a graduate of Lycoming College and has been a consultant on learning disabilities in the Hamden, Conn. school system, in addition to her duties as a faculty member of the Department of Psychology at Yale. Bruce, who has done extensive work in design of health facilities, was Chairman of the 1972 Greater New Haven United Way campaign and the Urban Renewal Committee of the Greater New Haven Chamber of Commerce. He is on the faculty of the Yale Medical School, Department of Public Health and Epidemiology.

—Peter B. Fritzsche

Notes: May 1973

Nightmare come true: U.S. Mail service lost our contribution to last month's'57 Class Notes. They will appear in June.

Jim Robertson wrote from Singapore where he is Vice President and General Manager of the First National Bank of Chicago branch, praising Cale Carson for his moving dues notice and the wisdom of our Class in putting a banker in charge of "what appears to be a bankrupt operation."

Edward Mulligan, my smiling roommate of freshman year, checked in after 17 years. Ed and his wife of six years, Martha, and 2½ year-old-daughter, Janice Beth, live in Boonton, N.J. and Ed is teaching history and coaching football at Whippany Park High School. In answer to our boisterous plan for donations, Ed reminisced about how we all probably learned more sitting in the United wolfing down "scramble two and sausage" at 3:00 a.m., but nevertheless agreed that the total Yale experience probably changed his life. Just as some grouchy and unhappy Yalie of the 50's helped finance Ed's education into the realm of Alka Seltzer and Briosky, Ed slips a few shekels into Eli's pocket to reduce the burden of those in similar financial circumstances to his own 18 years ago. The only difference is Ed's not grouchy and unhappy.

Benjamin Iverson Lumpkin was born on February 12, 1973, and Dick and Gail Lumpkin are ecstatic. I'm not sure if their gross happiness is due to the fact that Ben was born on Lincoln's birthday, is a boy, or was born on my birthday and wedding anniversary. Ben weighed in at 7 lbs 12½ oz., which is about as heavy as the name. I mean it's okay for Park Avenue, Astor Street and Gates Mills, but in Matoon, Ill., that's about four syllables too many.

Rod Correll brings us up to date on wife, Chloe, daughter Katherine 13, and two adopted sons, Douglas 5, and Edward 3. Rod is now President of Herman Lowenstein, a family company in Gloversville, N.Y. I'm not sure exactly what the company does, but they advertise "Fashion in Leather," and there is only one thing I can imagine any company doing that's headquartered in Gloversville.

Carole Prisant writes that husband, Millard, is President of Mod-A-Can, Inc., a Long Island manufacturer of aircraft instrument cases. Carole runs an antique store in Locust Valley while their 12-year-old son, Barden, attends Friends Academy. Carole and Millard see friends, Mike and Burna Sweedler, about twice a year, but the confusing labyrinth of New York highways precludes any more frequent visits. Malcolm Mitchell probably thought he would go incognito forever in Greenwich, but Carole tattled on him, also. Mac lives in Greenwich with wife, Angelica, and four children, is publishing a financial news letter and has grown a very elegant moustache. With the way Wall Street is going, and the average rally on the New York Stock Exchange being counted in milliseconds, I would say that the news letter is hairier than the moustache.

Received a great note from Joe Mesics, who still refuses to recognize me in my own right and only knows me as "Son of Herman the German." Like the rest of us, Joe's just a little bit perturbed at the number of times he gets contacted to make donations to Yale. I'm afraid the university fathers must have learned their solicitation techniques from those female night crawlers on Lexington Avenue, who figure that if you only charge 50 cents a throw, you've got to make it up on volume. Old tomato face's heart still rests with Yale; however, I'm afraid his wallet rests in Andover. Sandy and Joe live in Lebanon, Pa., where apparently you can take your children out of school anytime to go skiing, which is what they did last week. His son whats-his-name (it must be Joe) is a good third baseman, a fair swimmer, a great football player and an outstanding skier. That doesn't leave much time for education, so daughter, Laura Ann, probably has the smarts.

I was amazed to hear that Joe and Sandy visited Dick Golden, his wife, and three children in Medford, Mass., last year. Every time I tried to call Dick on the phone for an alumni contribution over the last few years, I always got an answering service, even at dinnertime. It's good to hear that Dick and family are alive and well and spending their summers in Gloucester; however, I can't help wondering if his wife has to go through that damn answering service to get a kiss goodnight. Joe also informed us that Carl Hoffman and Bunny have moved back to Pittsburgh from Poland, O., where Carl is with Jones and Laughlin Steel Corporation.

I'm happy to report that I was recently promoted to the position of Vice President-Business Development at Quaker Oats and finally learned what it is to be an officer of a publicly traded company. Your Secretary gets a raise and you can't sell short.

—Peter B. Fritzsche

Notes: March 1973

Cale Carson's recent dues solicitation notice certainly elicited some interesting responses. More than just a few of our classmates have refused to pay these dues because they've been used in the past "to finance a series of beer parties held at football games and reunions by the class officers and a select group of their friends." Boy, if I knew such perquisites were part of this deal I would have heeled for the job much sooner than I did., No doubt more people who live in the East go to football games than people who live in California, but I wouldn't want to go so far as to call these individuals a select group. Several other classmates are wondering why 30 percent of the Class has to subsidize the other 70 percent in receiving YAM. Good question, no answer.

Actually, Ernest Schrader has the best answer. He wrote requesting that the YAM cancel his subscription so that he wouldn't be adding to our class deficit anymore. May we suggest that all of you who do not pay dues to the Class of'57 also cancel your subscriptions. Finally to clear up any misconceptions, no more class dues will be used to finance tents at football games, reunion parties, etc. Now--traveling expenses to attend a seminar in Hawaii for Class Secretaries who write newsletters for their alumni magazines is another matter.

Bill Murphree dropped us a note looking for the whereabouts of his ex-roommates, Jim Ferris, Dean Loucks, Bill Makel, and Bide Thomas. Bill has been serving the past year as Deacon at St. Albans Church in Wilmington, Del., a small suburban parish of 110 families. Bide is the only one of Bill's roommates we've seen recently, and we assured Murphree that his soul was in good shape. With Dean coaching at Fordham, Bill's changes for a convert there are probably nil.

Also in Wilmington is Ken Jones, who left the legal department of Hercules, Inc. to become Assistant General Counsel for Robino-Ladd Company, a real estate developer involved primarily in residential buildings in Delaware, Pennsylvania, Illinois, Florida, and Puerto Rico.

The law firm of Weber, Fisher and Perra has been expanded to Weber, Fisher, Perra and Gibson, to include the recent addition of David Gibson to the Brattleboro, Vt. law firm. We understand that they specialize in no fault ski insurance cases for schuss boomers who skewer unsuspecting recreational skies on their way down the hill.

Peter Fine writes that he, his wife Mary, and their two children had moved to Garrett Park, Md. in July of last year. Peter became deaf in 1970 and has recently become the medical director in charge of the Student Health Service at Gallaudet College in Washington, D.C., the world's only liberal arts college for deaf people. We wish Peter well in his new and demanding position.

The award for the unluckiest member of the Class has got to go to Peter Davis. Pete was a security analyst for a brokerage firm that went "belly up" several years ago and five days later shattered his leg on the sunny slopes of Aspen, After well over a year in a cast and a brace, and unable to work most of the time, lightning struck twice in the same place. Nine months after returning to work as a security analyst for another Wall Street firm, he found that firm to be in dire financial trouble, and again he was out on the street. Pete figures there is no way it can happen to him a third time and is still hoping to hook on with a more financially stable investment house. Until that happens, he is doing some free lance writing for Barrons and a little folk singing. A singing financial analyst is truly a unique commodity, second only to financial analyst who financially analyze. We hope all those hours of taping and auditioning pay off for Pete in terms of a recording contact. A good song lasts a lot longer and makes a lot more people happy than most investment recommendations we're read.

—Peter B. Fritzsche

Notes: February 1973

Up Your Donation! That's right, it's Alumni Fund time again and the Class of'57 had a miserable record last year, especially in terms of our percentage participation and in a reunion year, no less. Only 44 percent of the Class were contributors last year as against 49 percent the year before, representing a drop of over 10 percent in actual number of givers, or about 50 individuals. To those who have stopped giving altogether, and for noneconomic reasons, I can only say that you ought to love Yale for what it is, not abandon it for what is isn't. To say that it isn't the same as when we were there is an understatement, especially in terms of life, style, coeducation, admission policy and certainly the administration of the University's affairs.

Having returned to the Yale scene several times in the past few years, however, I don't think there is any question but what Yale is still the outstanding academic institution it was when we were there and is probably even better. As long as the University is meeting and exceeding its mission in life in terms of a quality education, it will outlive the passing parade of college administrators. Unfortunately the University cannot outlive those illogical thinkers of the past, the alumni who somehow believe that withholding their financial support is going to make the University a better place.

I always thought that the "power of the purse strings" meant that you had something to say about the administration of an institution's affairs only when you invested in the future of that institution, not the other way around. No money, no mouth. The level or amount of a donation is strictly an economic decision on your part, but the withholding of total support indicates a complete lack of interest in the long term future of the University. It seems to me that those who do not support the University, even in a minimal way, ought not to be free loaders on the University in other areas, i.e., free subscription to YAM.

We were pleasantly surprised the other day to find that Buzz Brenton was in our Treasurer's office seeking to weasel some back balances out of Quaker's, Iowa plant facilities. Buzz is Executive Vice President of Brenton Banks, Inc., an Iowa-based bank holding company, which started way back in 1881 when great-grandfather William H. started the Brenton State Bank. Buzz and his brothers have carried on the family tradition beautifully and the company has since grown to 17 separate banking organizations in the state, with deposits rapidly approaching 300 million dollars. Buzz looks as fit and trim as the day he left Yale and still exudes that quiet charm that seems indigenous to Midwesterners.

Bob Ganger writes that he, Pamela, a son and daughter are hopelessly suburbanized in Greenwich, Conn. Bob has been Director-Grocery Development of General Foods Corporation in White Plains for about a year, and it seems that he's functioning in a similar capacity as we do here at Quaker. It's too bad Bob wasn't around several years ago to advise the company against buying Burger Chef. There's a hamburger that not only left a bad taste in their mouth, but a gaping $50 million hole in their pocketbook. This past fall, Bob and a neighbor teamed up to cover Yale's home football games and although no immediate risk to Arthur Daley or Jim Murray, we got the impression that maybe Bob would like to do a little more sports writing and a little less developing of groceries.

Dr. Tung Hon Jeong, Associate Professor of Physics at Lake Forest College, was recently named a fellow of the Optical Society of America. Tung Hon has been a pioneer in holography development and has produced two educational films, one an award winner, on the application of this fascinating new area of optical technology. He has received over $112,000 in grants in the past several years for his research in both the scientific and artistic applications of holography.

Ruth and I attended the 100th Yale Football Centennial Dinner preceding the Yale-Princeton game last November but unfortunately only a few of'57 Ivy League champions were in attendance. Dennis and Irene McGill were on hand and save for his fat sideburns, Denny looked ready for a go at the Orange and Black. Denny is a public defender in Jersey City, N.J. which ought to be a most interesting job in light of the unique sidelines various politicians get involved in that city. The public needs all the defending they can get in that community. Charley Grimes was hobbling around at the Football Dinner on crutches, the result of a weird automobile accident in which the knob from the car radio had somehow embedded itself in Charley's knee. I've heard of water on the knee being painful, but plastic on the knee sounds excruciating.

For those of you who visit New Haven every now and then, one of the city's more interesting and attractive industrial park developments, located alongside the Connecticut Thruway, was developed through the hard work of Frank Mongillo, one of Yale's greatest boosters. Frank's pretty wife, Nancy, wrote the other day that they had recently celebrated their seventh wedding anniversary with a Monday evening trip to Mory's to enjoy the singing of the Whiffs. Nancy reports that another Yale "great," Carl, the head waiter at Mory's has retired. The place will never be the same.

—Peter B. Fritzsche

Notes: January 1973

An interesting note arrived concerning Charlie Ard's whereabouts. With due apologies to Charlie, the mysterious and circuitous route of the note getting to us was a bit more interesting than the contents of the note itself. Larry Hart '37, president of Hart Investment Company of Dallas, Texas, wrote Graham Finney on June 1, 1972 of the whereabouts of "my friend Charles Ard, of your class at Yale, who has recently been promoted to the seven-man operating committee of $17 million of Pioneer Standard Electronics in Cleveland, Ohio. Charlie is also the proud father of five children." Unfortunately, Finney isn't a member of our Class and he sent the note on to John Steadman '52, who in turn forwarded it to the Alumni Office, and finally to us, and you are now the fortunate recipient of nine-month-old news. The interesting thing about all this is to figure out who Larry Hart is. Is he Charlie's father-in-law, uncle by marriage or the largest shareholder in Pioneer Standard Electronics? At any rate, Charlie, you better write your own notes after this.

Charles D. Marks brings us up to date on his family. Charley is a member of the president's honor board of the Prudential Insurance Company in New Orleans. A son, Richard Allan, was born on September 27, and a move into a new home was completed just before Christmas. The new address is 1525 Eleanor St., New Orleans, and we're all invited to visit Charley's new home for Mardi Gras as long as we give at least one day's notice of our arrival.

Donald Rife makes us just a little envious with his note from God's country in Richmond, Vt. Following a four-year residency in child psychiatry, Don served for two years with the USAF in Anchorage, Alaska, and since 1970 has been in private practice in child psychiatry in Burlington, Vt. In addition, he's teaching at the University of Vermont Medical School and is spending as much time as possible enjoying the ski slopes and other outdoor beauty of Vermont.

Contrasting the imagery of Don Rife's snow covered utopia is another "good life" picture from the other end of America's beautiful geographic spectrum. Dick (Psi) Simons, fulfilling his promise to check in with us every 15 years, writes from Honolulu, where he lives with his wife, Barbara, sons, Peter and Kiff, and daughter, Emily. Dick is teaching Asian history at the Punahou School. As I recall, Punahou has more Yalies per capita than any other institutions we know of, with the exception of Wall Street and the Harvard Business School, and we've always wondered why they didn't call it Elihu-Punahou. Dick and family lived in London during a 1968-1969 sabbatical, following a trip around the world. A sabbatical next year is planned for both London and Rome, following a trip to mainland China. God, what a life. Sabbaticals every few years and teaching in an environment as Dick describes it as "a spacious campus, overlooking the sea, shaded by palms, banyan and lauhala trees; students a beautiful blend of Hawaiian, Chinese, Japanese, and Caucasian backgrounds.

These travelog messages from Rife and Simon are beginning to get me downright depressed and frustrated. Can you imagine the toughest decision you have to make all day is which slope to ski down, or which background to look at, Oriental or Hawaiian? For those of us whose sabbaticals are limited to trips to the corner pub and whose habitat is located where the hills are pimples and the lakes full of green phosphate, we better hope there is a life after death. Or is it the other way around?

Our second professional corporation is checking in via Paul Rosenstein, from Lansdale, Pa. These professional corporations sound like either a massive tax shelter or a hideaway home for a case of limited liability blues. Paul joined a 15-man multi-specialty medical group called the Lansdale Group several years ago after two years in solo practice in obstetrics and gynecology. Paul's family now numbers six with his wife, Wanda, and four girls. The fifth child "no doubt another girl" will have arrived by the time this note gets to press. Paul and Wanda have been quite active in Saint Bernard breeding and showing. One of their 250-pound males has attained his Canadian Championship and "is on his way to the American Championship." Paul is interested in retiring in ten years, so any of you interested in picking up a potential champion puppy, please be advised that "Canadian Champion Balaam von Randberg" is a stud at Saintwood Kennels. I'm no longer depressed over those idyllic tales of Vermont and Hawaii. I found out that Balaam von Randberg is really a reincarnated old Yalie, Class of 1916, who used to live in Indianapolis. As they say, it's a dog life.

—Peter B. Fritzsche