C ‘49

March ‘09

THIS INTERNET VERSION is a slight update of the hard-copy version circulated to classmates on February 14, '09. Several new bits of data have been added, and for classmates' privacy, email addresses have been deleted. Also, typos have been corrected and 11 photos have been included of '49ers who were under-represented in the initial edition.

Page 80, between the Class Secretary's Essay and The ReNEWed Crane, is blank. Just ignore.

The picture below is of faculty singers in March '49's production of Trial By Jury. Get this: we're now twice the average age of those guys then. Ben Snyder, 'the Last of the Mohicans' (third row, the first on the left), hopes to join us for our 60th.

C ‘49

PERSONALITIES BEHIND OUR PENS

Back in ‗49, by looking at our signatures reproduced here, a handwriting expert might have claimed to discern vital characteristics about each of us. As detectable from pressures and slants of our writing, how strong were our emotional and physical energies? What did our baselines tell about our emotional controls and reliabilities? Did sizes of our signatures reflect our abilities to concentrate? That discernment would hardly be science, but who knows? it might have been a start towards apprehending the ways we were. (C0ntinued on inside back cover.)

STAFF for The ReNEWed Brook Every contributing „49er – Data/Support √ Alumni Office – Printing/Mailing Tom Clark– The Idea/Format/Production √ Dick Townsend – Tweaks/Flashbacks/Layouts Ron Ballantyne – Art √ Walt Denison – Data Mobilization, with John Rice & Dick Breck Ken Herman – Most Senior Informals √ Bob Beyers - Alumni Informals ® Jay Levin – Overleaf – Used by permission

SHOULD OLD ACQUAINTANCES BE FORGOT? A lawyer‘s answer: ―It depends.‖ Yes, go ahead and forget… if you‘ve totally outgrown all of us and choose to have nothing in common with any ‗49er anymore, ever. Leave us in your memory‘s deep storage. Forget about a once-in-a-lifetime re-experience. Do not indulge in any slight way your inner teen-ager. Here‘s the other side‘s ‗It depends," the side that holds that this year's shindig is not just for hard-core reunioners. As everybody says, over scattered ZIP codes, interests shift, personalities evolve, and loyalties are tested. Yet acquaintances from sunshine days should not be forgotten if you retain at least a twinge of residual affection towards full-tuition and scholarship guys that you started out with, one of your earliest reference groups. We learned to empathize with those not like us. Granted, with the lapse of time, after a few genuine pleasantries, we may strain to fill up the conversational time with some old colleagues -- but then again, we may find we run out of time before we run out of talk. That is, we survivors may profit in sharing elements of our lifetimes of adventure and misadventure -- after all we‘ve been through, we‘ve earned perspectives on what it‘s all about. Additionally, we septuagenarians have mutual interests in the beauty and terror of aging. In short, while re-walking the School's familiar routes, we poor worms do have reasons to remember and revisit. Our upcoming 60th Reunion may be our last, best chance to renew relationships face to face and to appreciate the kind gesture. Yet it‘s also a provocation to exchange images and writings about ourselves. That‗s why in advance of June 5-7, 2009, we ‗49ers pulled together to ‗play with‘ and extend The Brook 1949, our now-dusty yearbook. As an overture to this Reunion, we worked from fugitive data to try capturing bits of our last 61 ('49 plus our years that followed). We've seen no such long-term account anywhere on the good innings of any group of high- school classmates, and we feel tickled to have had this chance to pull together one. The ReNEWed Brook is dedicated to those who‘ve regularly fought the good fight to keep us in touch. We particularly salute our extraordinary, indefatigable, and absolutely world-class Class Secretary-General Walt Denison. Hats off as well to our generous local hosts including Ben & Louise Lowell, the Dick Breck family, and Ron & Barbara Ballantyne. Finally at the risk of being utterly self-absorbed (think back, we were one proud and spectacularly privileged group), join us now in a toast: To all in our ranks, Good Health and Good Fortune. And after all that, well, may your stars shine bright in the heaven. -- Dick and Tom who, in the course of working on this project about our Class's 60-year transition, have not only heightened their own sense of mortality but also have started trying harder to make every day count with family and friends (including old Cranbrook types).

Hello, „49ers

This publication is offered as a Supplement to our Class's newspaper in „04, The ReNEWed Crane, a run-up to our 55th Reunion. Five years ago, the middle image on that front page had been recycled from the first page of our initial '48-49 Crane. Remember, the headline was "Little Man, What Now?" Now, more than 60 years after our John Gordon obligingly posed as walking through that Marquis archway, that Fall, 1948 scene re-appears on the Overleaf. Only this time, it's an early June day, sunny like we expect for Reunion Weekend. We expect our 60th will reenergize, inform, and entertain you. It's not Spring, 2004 long enough to bore or obligate you.

C ‘49 I. WE STEP FORWARD, 1 BY 1

"Oh, where is it, where has it all gone, my past, when I was young, chipper, clever, when I dreamed and thought with grace, when my present and my future, were lighted with hope?" — Character in Chekhov's Three Sisters

Milt Matter stands victorious in the Little Gym some 60 years ago. That was a good moment. But to return to Chekhov's theme, what now, elder '49er, about your good moments?

The following sketches begin to suggest that over the long haul each of us has gone on to win merriment and cleverness, dreams and thoughts with grace. Certain hopes have been fulfilled (whoever gets everything?). Obviously we're not the stuff of Chekhov tragedy; based on our journeys, there's strong value in a Cranbrook education. Later sections refer to our group's kindredness at Cranbrook and after. In the opening 46 pages, however, the focus is less collective, more micro. The aim is to capture a bit of the past, present, and future of the individual '49er...

C ‘49 Up and At 'Em

RONALD WILLIAM BALLANTYNE Has spent his life tinkering with anything he can get his hands on. Used to play a mediocre piano and a somewhat better banjo. Is a pretty good woodworker; likes restoring antique power- boats; favorite possessions are his ‗35 Ford roadster and his ‗30 Chris-Craft. Has about 1000 hours flying, but now couldn‟t land a Piper Cub. Currently flies rather large model airplanes, with indifferent results. Is a 17 handicap golfer. Has devoted too much time fly-fishing all over the place and will tell you that trout may be dumb, but they are honest. While capable on some days of having a complaint (like all of us), regards this life as very well worthwhile... Now considers a great day as having a good dinner with mandatory glass or 2 while talking with his wife Barbara and hearing from his kids and grandkids. Has been married to Barbara for almost 30 years and they continue to live in their dream home near School. Barbara is an accomplished artist and a beautiful competitive ballroom dancer. Ron treasures family as well as new and life-long friendships. He remembers the years at Purdue and those distant days at Cranbrook with hazy but real affection. Most admires Thomas Edison for his ―cut and try‖ approach. His hero is brother John, Cranbrook „48. Ron‟s greatest hopes are for his extended family and for all other honest people to follow their hearts. He genuinely thinks that Cranbrook‘s faculty and his buddies saved his ass.

Living Classmates

C ‘49 GUNTHER WILLIAM BALZ Gunther emailed these barebones data: ―‗53, B.S. Business/Engineering, M.I.T; „53-„57, Active duty on destroyer, U.S. Navy; „57-„84, Worked in metal finishing industry; „88-‗94, PhD in Experimental Psychology, Florida Atlantic University; happily married to Susan; 3 children, 1 grandson, Will; Hobbies: aviation, tennis, reading.‖ That was it: 39 words. Needed: about 240 more… Happily, anyone can look Gunther up on web. So here is a quick thumbprint... Is still tall and blue-eyed. Sold his company in Kalamazoo to retire at age 53. Lives with beautiful wife Susan in oceanfront condo, Highland Park, FL. They‟re vegetarians, drinking no alcohol (―…I grew up in a time where most well-to-do people were alcoholics. It just was the way life was. Leisure to those people meant getting plastered.‖)… Describes self as ―half-fast inventor.‖ Holds about 50 patents, several becoming big moneymakers… Builds & flies planes. Donated one to a Kalamazoo museum. Is a licensed aircraft mechanic. Says his round-the world trip in ‗62 ―should last a lifetime.‖ Once won the National Air Races in Reno. Is said by others to speak in an ―ingenuous manner that serves to conceal his erudition and sometimes to psych his [air-racing] opponents into taking him too lightly.‖ Describes himself as ―still scared right up till I get buckled into the cockpit. After every race, I practically faint from sheer terror at what I‟ve done.‖… Loves Victorian novels & classical music, especially Bach‟s organ works. Has taught himself French, German, Latin, and Quantum Mechanics. In ‗72, published a book of poetry, The Feasting Eye (out of print)… Seeks spiritual, physical, mental, and emotional balance in the unhurried life. ―I don‟t know what‟s going to happen next. So what? The most valuable lesson I have learned in life is to live comfortably with uncertainty, the pathway to freedom.‖

Living Classmates

C ‘49 JAMES WESLEY BIGGERS JR. ―After Bachelor's and Master's Degrees in organ and choral music from Northwestern University, I was one of those ‗49ers who served in the army in Germany. There, I took the opportunity to tour parts of Europe by bicycle, train, and bus. Since then I have spent most of my life working in music, education, churches, and church schools. A short time in pipe-organ factories and 17 years in retail management also have helped fill-out my time since Commencement. For the past 22 years, I have been "Ministries Coordinator" in Hudson, Florida for a large Roman Catholic community (over 5,000 families). My duties are that of associate musician, adult education director, teacher in the children's program, director of a program involving 800 volunteers who reach out to handicapped adults as well as to the elderly who live alone, and director/host for various church and community events held in the parish center. In that last capacity, sometimes I find myself directing fairs and carnivals. Even with 21 others on the church‘s staff, I‘m on call for different tasks as needed. I also visit other parishes in the Diocese giving workshops on "Safe Environment" for those volunteers who visit or work with ‗vulnerable adults.‘… In my travels, I encounter many a northerner who is at his wit‘s end after moving down here to the ‗Sunshine State‘ – they haven‘t much of a clue about what to do with all their free time. I feel that it is good to be busy. So, I have no intentions of retiring. My wife, Cornelia, after 22 years in The Florida Orchestra, also keeps busy: throughout the 5 counties of the Tampa Bay area, Cornelia free lances bassoon and organ engagements.‖

Living Classmates

C ‘49 JOHN WILLIAM BOHON

Wearing his Cranbrook shirt at left, Jack is standing beside Sally Landis, a Kingswood and Florida girl he met at Michigan State. They‟re parents of 5, 2 sons and 3 daughters, all married and living the breadth of the nation – Maine, Texas, Kansas, and California. Off camera are their grandchildren and great-grandkids… Along the way, Jack‟s been a soldier, a master‟s student in Sally‟s hometown of DeLand, a PhD in Russian and East Asian History (University of North Carolina), and an award-winning History Prof at Texas Christian University in Fort Worth….When he hit 65, Jack retired to Granbury, Texas, where ―four years of life on the river was a story in itself…After traveling throughout Europe and the Far East, and seeing all 50 states and Canada, we‟re back in DeLand. We have a beautiful home on 1.5 acres. It is all I can do physically just to keep the grass cut. My hobby, I guess, is relearning Mandarin Chinese. Sally plunged into the life of the city, becoming president of the historical association. I help there and at the Garden Club, and we volunteer for Meals on Wheels and Faith at Work, an outreach organization to help indigents at St. Barnabas Episcopal Church where we were married almost 58 years ago. Needless to say, this is work in a universe light years removed from our Cranbrook/Kingswood experience. It has fostered our appreciation for how fortunate we‟ve been. Health is good, for our age. Financial health? Well, may God bless the stock market.‖

Living Classmates

C ‘49 DAVID FREDERICK BRECK Dick, record-holder for most times on the "Un-Sat" list, barely graduated from Cranbrook, Michigan State, & U of MI Law. Through law school, he mooched off a school teacher, his wonderful live-in wife, Fran. After law school, he knocked on law firms' doors (his résumé didn't help), finally getting hired in a 5-person firm after the 5th member was fired. He eventually became an assistant prosecutor, until swept out of office by Lyndon Johnson's landside. Then he became a solo practitioner. Favorite litigation: representing minorities for housing discrimination. Elected to Birmingham‘s City Commission, served 15 years, twice as Mayor… He earned his moniker (Saint) when Rev. Walt Young was teaching about sainthood; unfortunately for Dick, Walt heard Dick whisper, "What a bunch of bull." Penalty: he was ordered to write an essay on how to become a Saint… Governor Milliken later appointed Saint to the Circuit Court, the major trial court, where he served for 18 years. Unfortunately, during that time, he lost Fran to cancer... Among his memorable trials: Michigan's first right-to-die case and an inmate's petition to order the prison to remove his penis and give him a vagina, thus completing his sex change… Michigan law prevents judges from running for re-election at age 70, but Dick was assigned to continue the drug-treatment court he‘d founded. That court recognizes we‘ve lost the war on drugs, and so emphasizes rehabilitation. Currently Dick presides over murder trials in Detroit. Unique accomplishments: avoiding hit men and his modesty (for a photo capturing that modesty, see the discreet frontal on the page after Whitfield‟s bio). He also surprised everyone by receiving Cranbrook‘s Distinguished Alumnus Award and the Michigan State Bar Association‘s highest honor, ‗Champion of Justice.‘ He‘s proud that his 3 kids say he‘s ―the best mom a dad can be.‖ Based on heredity (their mother's), Dick claims his children are much smarter than yours.

Living Classmates

C ‘49 WILLIAM KEIDAN BRODER Bill remains grateful to a number of teachers at Cranbrook: Mr. Ricketts, Mr. Davis, Mr. Borbas, Coach Grba, and Mr. Yule, who recommended that he attend Columbia College. His experience at Columbia lived up to Senior Master‘s promise -- a fascinating introduction to world thought under stimulating teachers along with a lively experience in New York City… After serving in the Far East on a destroyer during the Korean War, Bill wrote and taught writing as a Teaching Assistant under Wallace Stegner and Richard Scowcroft at Stanford. Professionally, Bill has worked extensively as a free- lance writer, specializing in the writing, design, and production of educational materials for museums, schools, exhibitions, and publishing companies… He has published 3 books of fiction: The Sacred Hoop (Sierra Club Books); Remember This Time, written with his wife, Gloria (Newmarket Press); and Taking Care of Cleo (Handsel Books/Other Press); Cleo was chosen as 1 of 6 fiction finalists in the Great Lakes Book Awards and was 1 of 20 books from all categories selected as a Notable Book of 2007 by the Michigan Library Foundation… Bill has also acted as member, Executive Director, and Artistic Director of a playwrights workshop, California On Stage, and has completed a number of full-length plays. Abalone! was produced in Carmel, while his other plays have received staged readings throughout the northern part of the state… Bill has been joyously married to Gloria Kurian Broder for 52 years. She is the author of a wonderful collection of short stories, Their Magician and Other Stories. Their daughter Tanya is a public-interest lawyer; their son Adam, a film writer and director. The Broders have lived in Sausalito, California for 47 years and continue their writing careers. Bill still enjoys the outdoor life -- hiking and rafting whenever he can.

Living Classmates

C ‘49 ANTHONY SWINDT BUTTERFIELD

―Meet my son, the really neat kid on the left, Anthony Swindt Jr. We hunt ducks, geese, pheasant, partridges, etc. Tony Jr's also a super fisherman, tickled that I caught this 16 lb. Idaho steelhead. My wonderful, long- suffering wife Saint Sarah and I also have 2 neat daughters, a wonderful son-in-law, and 4 terrific grandkids… Worked for Macklin, Industrial Asphalt, U.S. Motors and then 22 years with Xerox. Next, started my own business selling photo-sensitive oscillograph recording paper to electric utilities and the aerospace & defense industry. Customers included Aerojet, Boeing, General Dynamics, Lockheed, McDonnell-Douglas, Rockwell, Edwards AFB, Cape Canaveral, Ft. Geo. Meade, China Lake, etc. Traveled on a nuclear-powered fast- attack submarine and the USS Ronald Reagan, sat aboard the USS Ohio with the ballistic missile trigger in my hand, etc… Made a fortune in the market with my Pacific Coast Photo Company monies, contemplated giving a million each to communities like Cranbrook, Williams, Santa Cruz (hometown), Holland and Jackson, Michigan (birthplace), etc. While envisioning a Foundation, I got greedy and lost it all. That sucks, so now I‟m grateful to Social Security… Incidentally, a long time ago, I emailed my thoughts on Iraq to Pete Simpson‟s brother, Senator Alan, then part of a committee advising G.W. Bush. Once we‟d taken out Saddam, we should‟ve given the Kurds, Sunni, and Shiites each their own oilfields and territories, and gotten the hell out. Iraqi aren‟t appreciative, don‟t want us there, contributed no $ to help us. Well, not hearing back from Alan, I guess he didn‟t agree with me… Finally, ole buddies, I‟ll probably waste the beard. (Sarah doesn't like it. You know they run the world. If they ever catch on to that, man, are we in trouble.) Will try to make Reunion.‖

Living Classmates

C ‘49 THOMAS ALLAN CLARK Tom says that early on, he knew he‘d probably become some kind of engineer. It was Floyd Bunt, over in the Science Building, whose passion for his subject influenced Tom to take up the chemical side. So after Cranbrook, Tom moved on to Michigan State University to earn his B. S. in Chemical Engineering and to the University of St. Thomas in St. Paul for his M. S. in Marketing. Thereafter he chose to only attend reunions at Cranbrook -- initially that was because Walter Denison cared about his classmates and kept in touch. Walter‘s the one who enlisted Tom to closely plan our most recent reunions. Every fall Tom still gets nostalgic for the campus life. … Tom and his wife Pearl fished for walleye and northern pike when they lived in the land of 10,000 lakes. That spoiled them because they have not fished since moving to Texas in ‗86. Tom and Pearl were active in the Lutheran Via de Cristo renewal program in Minnesota. They were fortunate to help introduce Via de Cristo to the Evangelical Church of Papua New Guinea and later to the Lutheran Church in Texas. Now Tom, retired from the 3M Company after 37 years of employment, lives with Pearl in Cedar Park, Texas, a suburb of Austin. They have 3 sons, 1 daughter, and 2 grandchildren. Currently he keeps busy as a caregiver (Pearl loves it), an Internet marketer, and an auditor of retail dealer collateral inventory (just for fun and supplemental income). Commuting to the auditing sites, he frequently listens to mysteries; admiring their clarity and their protagonists, Tom‘s collected all of John Grisham‘s books on CDs, eventually donating them to a local library. … Recently a young lady came up to Tom & Pearl in the Austin airport and said, ―I hope my husband and I are as happy in love as you are when we are older.‖ One of Tom‘s strokes of good fortune is that he‘s a cancer survivor from ‗97. Today Tom is healthy, enjoying life, and looking forward to our 60th Reunion.

Living Classmates

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WARREN M. CROSBY JR. ―The picture shows me as W.C. Fields at a New Year‟s Eve party in Munich a few years back. It is far and away the best picture ever taken of me… More and more often, I travel for pleasure, fish for trout and salmon, or most anything if the setting is right. I still ski when the weather is right, but the altitude in most places has an effect on the length of time I can ski on any given day….My health? Reasonable – 2 cardiac stents, atrial fibrillation, knee replacement. Currently I can do most of what I want to do, yet have plenty of excuses for not doing the things I don‟t want to do… The real meat is that I‟ve been retired from the practice of medicine for about 10 years. I still keep my office at the University of Oklahoma‟s Medical School where I started teaching in ‗62 (after a BS from Washburn University, a MD from Kansas University, and a 4-year residency at the University of California‟s hospitals in San Francisco)… My focus has been outreach education especially for prenatal care. I organized a statewide task force on that, later helped develop a statewide needs assessment and plan for prenatal care, and introduced continuing education in the field -- first in Oklahoma, then throughout the U.S. In numerous peer-reviewed journals, book chapters, reviews, and abstracts, I‟ve spread the word on my research and interests in trauma in pregnancy, preeclampsia/eclampsia, fetal malnutrition, maternal mortality, cerebral palsy, shoulder dystocia, Rh and other immunizations, osteoporosis, antepartum care, and of course continuing medical education… Since I wrote this sketch, it is true. As you may recall, all of my pronouncements are true, some more than others.‖

Living Classmates

C ‘49 WALTER RONALD DENISON ―Mr. Yule sent me to RPI, an engineering school. Couldn't pass mechanical drawing. Tried UM Business School. Couldn't pass accounting. Took a degree is History, married a judge‘s daughter, became a lawyer. Started as court clerk, then assistant prosecutor, eventually chief trial attorney. (Tried 356 jury trials, lost 4. I was smart enough not to try the losers.) Opened my own firm in Bloomfield Hills. Practiced for 53 years. Wrote a 2-volume work on Michigan Divorce and another set on Michigan Probate Law… Always thought of myself as ‗49ers' anchor at Cranbrook, e.g., Secretary of Board of Trustees, Chair of Brookside‘s Board, member of Board of Governors, member of Kingswood‘s Board. During the Schools‘ centralization and the unionization, I provided gratis legal service, averaging 16 hours a week for 2 years. In good years, we made substantial financial contributions to the School and Art Academy… In Kenya in ‘77, I married Kathleen, a much younger woman and a nurse, and afterwards I‘d joke that she could look after me in my old age. That‘s not so funny now… We have 4 children: eldest daughter is a social worker with a 14-year old at Kingswood; eldest son is a renowned architect; youngest daughter is an employment manager, turned homemaker with 2 wonderful little ones; and youngest son is a U.S. Marine Captain/combat veteran… I still hunt, having gone to Africa (27 times), Russia, Mongolia, China, and Arctic Circle. Sometimes I ponder what my life might have been had my dad left me in Africa in ‗48 to become a Great White Hunter. After a short ponder, I realize I wouldn‘t have my beautiful wife and 4 perfect children, nor the pleasure of serving as our Class Secretary and keeping in contact with all of you.‖

Living Classmates

C ‘49 ROBERT ERNEST ESCH Dayboy life at Cranbrook was followed by studies at MIT, where Bob earned a B.S. in Electrical Engineering. A year later, he married Ann Faulkner, K‘49. During his 3 years in the army, Bob realized that he enjoyed organizing people to do things. So he returned to the Boston area, this time to graduate with an MBA from the Harvard Business School… While working for Bendix (now Honeywell), Bob moved about -- from engineering to general management, and from one community to another, e.g., Detroit and Southfield (Michigan), Rockford (Illinois), Dayton (Ohio), and finally Teterboro (New Jersey). His job also took him frequently to Europe, Japan, Bulgaria, and the old Soviet Union… Ann and Bob were thankful for 5 children, 2 of whom graduated from Cranbrook and Kingswood. They are now scattered from sea to sea, and include a nurse, a recovering attorney, a teacher, an editor, and a genetics researcher turned bureaucrat. "I have 5 grandchildren, but I don't think that's a final count."... After retirement, Bob was able to spend more time with Ann, who suffered from multiple sclerosis. Also he started volunteer work for the Harvard Business School Club of New York, for whom he built a website. Bob also became interested in Second Amendment issues and did volunteer work for the New Jersey Association of Rifle & Pistol Clubs, where he built another website. When the president of the organization suddenly died, Bob was thrust into that role, serving for 3 years. Ann finally succumbed to her disease, after 51 years of marriage… Of late, Bob has been blessed with a friend, Judy, who shares his Second Amendment passion. Together they have traveled to Africa and China, saving the easier trips for their old age.

Living Classmates

C ‘49 JOHN FRANKLIN GORDON JR. Reached at his home in Titusville, Florida, "figuratively right across the street from the Kennedy Space Center," John sketches his past: a B.A. from Amherst in '53, a master's in business management from University of Michigan in '59, and immersion in Wall Street with Morgan Stanley for 9 years and U.S. Trust of New York for 34 years. "The best account managers and traders are like born athletes. Things move so fast they don't have time to think -- they know exactly what to do and they do it. That's a rare gift I didn't have. What I did have -- and Cranbrook's preparation helped -- was a knack of synthesizing arguments and recommendations of investment strategy committees. My weekly reports went out to 400 portfolio managers around the country." John became a Vice- President of his firm,‖ but that's no big deal on the Street. Literally everybody's a V-P except the President."... John's wife died 20 years ago, and in '97, he moved to Florida to be in the sun and near his son, gaining a daughter-in-law and 2 grandsons as neighbors (actually they're a mile away). Initially that son was part of the NASA team but later when starting an online furniture business, son (and father John) decided to stay in Titusville. They travel together, though, to the Home of Golf (above)... With gusto, John now speaks of 1) "managing my own life," 2) Toyota's superiority in today's auto industry, 3) housing prices in Ann Arbor, Manhattan, and waterfront Florida, and 4) classmates, e.g., "Toby [Maxwell] is one of those for whom work is not a job, it's their Life. I'm not like that." The morning at-home interview over, John climbs into his golf cart, drives 300 yards to the fairways, transfers to one of his Club's carts, and begins his regular rounds.

Living Classmates

C ‘49 HARRY LEONARD HATTON ―Cranbrook „49 was followed by Harvard „53, Harvard Business School „55, and U.S. Army „58. The Army began with 8 weeks of basic training at Ft. Dix, then nearly 3 years at Ft. Devens, where the Security Agency School was located. I worked in the Classification Assignment Office putting square pegs into round holes. Winkie and I were married in August ‗54, so we gladly lived ‗off post‘ in the nearby Massachusetts town of Harvard with 2 adopted children. Not too shabby!... One memorable Army experience was learning how to make a tent out of 2 shelter-halves. Since it takes 2 draftees to make 1 tent, 200 draftees=100 tents. That‟s unless 1 of the privates grows angry over the sergeant‟s perceived harassment and mistakenly brings his poncho instead. The upshot: we have 99 ½ tents and 1 newly minted Harvard MBA forced to stand at attention, facing 1 tree for a long time… Next came a career in commercial banking as a lending officer handling commercial accounts, then switching to teaching and staff work as a concurrence officer whose approval was required if the bank had such a system. Due to mergers, I worked for 2 banks in Chicago and 2 banks in Milwaukee, retiring with Winkie in Mequon at age 70… Our adopted kids are now 52 and 51 with families of their own. We also have a ‗home grown‘ daughter, aged 45, who lives with her husband near Washington, D.C. My, how time flies! When our oldest turned 50, it really got my attention. The youngsters do get older -- poor things!‖

Living Classmates

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ROBERT LEE HAYMANS ―How does a person remember what‘s happened to him in the last 60 years? I don‘t much remember what happened yesterday, I can share this: I began Kalamazoo College the September after Cranbrook and graduated in ‗55. In the middle of those years, I served in the Army, stationed in Heidelberg in the Adjutant General‘s division. Two months after finishing my B.A., Donna and I exchanged vows and 53 years later we‘re still married. Over the years, we moved back to Kalamazoo where we lived for 35 years on Lake Doster Golf Club, Michigan‘s toughest par-3. Naturally I played a lot of golf on that rolling and wooded terrain, known as ―Little Monster.‖… Professionally, I was in the men‘s clothing business, traveling and selling menswear across Michigan, Ohio, and Indiana. That type of business no longer exists…After my first retirement in ‗90, I worked in a Big & Tall department store for 5 years. For the next 5, I manned a golf pro shop…Now Donna and I live in Avon Lake, Ohio at a senior citizen‘s complex near our daughter and sons. We have 6 grandchildren, 4 of whom are teen-agers. I still play golf and regularly work out at the fitness center. I've never attended a reunion, shame on me -- I had excuses. Now when I really would like to attend, I have an unwanted excuse: of late, my wife has been ill and so we‘re not able to travel back to our Class‘s 60th. Allow me, though, to wish all of you gentleman well. And as you can see from my photo up top, I am not skinny anymore.‖

Living Classmates

C ‘49 WARREN WALTER HIRT JR. For a grad of a college-prep, Warren‘s data for this yearbook opens on an unexpected note: ―No higher education, no degrees.‖ He claims, however, that Cranbrook equipped him well, first to thrive in the family food business, and then on his own hook to succeed as a real estate developer, building contractor, insurance agent, and financial adviser. ―I still rely on ‗Aim High‘ for a personal life perspective. It‘s amazing how much can be accomplished by aiming higher than projected goals.‖… With Mitzi, his wife of 56 years, Warren has 3 sons, 1 daughter, 3 grandchildren, and 3 great- grandchildren. ―We couldn‘t quite fancy the condo experience of South Florida retirement, so in ‘02 we relocated to rustic mountains in North Carolina.‖ There, the Hirts hold annual reunions of their geographically dispersed family members... Warren lists his hobbies: ―Bowling in the past, playing Scrabble several times a week, doing Wood-Working (but I‘m still a novice), and enjoying Ashville‘s symphony season.‖… He‘s been heavily involved too in civic associations, e.g., Habitat for Humanity (initially down in Broward County, Florida, now in Macon County, N.C.), Teen Challenge of the Smokies in Dillsboro. ―Current mental exercise: trying to share the wisdom of my experience by helping 3 nonprofit organizations achieve their missions, including financial responsibility. Also I challenge those nonprofits to become aware of alternative options for positive decisions. At 77+, I‘m still mentally alert and healthy enough to know that every day in this condition is a gift to be used wisely. We all take our own personal paths thru life and if the end result is that we have ‗contributed‘ to others‘ welfare, we‘ve accomplished our passage‘s mission… Now hear this: I‘m going to make an extra-special effort to return for our 60th.‖

Living Classmates

C ‘49 ROBERT K. HOFFMAN "We lost a great man on January 19th," says Walt Denison, 1 of our Honorary Classmate‟s last visitors at his Waterford, Michigan hospice in 2009. Because Bob provided the direct quote below a month earlier, we retain this previously prepared biosketch.

All classes want access to Bob (B.A., Lafayette; M.A. Columbia), but we ‗49ers have a special claim, since we‟re the ones who made him a member of our class. It was a natural affiliation, for as we began Upper School, Bob began teaching classes averaging around 8 or 9 students in history and Latin while house-mastering at Cranbrook. He caught on to, and valued, the culture of our small, autonomous, and exceptionally well-endowed school, one that worked through traditions, group norms (such as high expectations and recognition), organizational structures (such as the houses and extra-curricular doings), and connections to singular physical spaces (like that curved concrete bench around the Fountain, where -- on balmy days -- some would sit and bid 'hello' to all who passed). Part of what made Bob Hoffman special was his learning, dry wit, absolute dedication, and cheerful interest in (of all things!) our minds. Bob then gave distinguished attention to 59 classes, likely a world record. "The '49ers are one of my favorite Classes," and so he'd always greet us returning alums warmly, specifically valuing us for what we‟d been and for what we‟d grown up to become… In recent years, over complex and interesting gourmet dishes he‟d prepare at his apartment, some of us would pepper Bob with criticisms about changes around the quad. We assumed, and wished, that he ran the place, always regretting that he wasn‟t The Decider. Until recently, Bob traveled a lot, and he‟d share his impressions of the medieval cities he‟d taught us about and the far- flung modern locales he‟d also explored… In his final service as Assistant Dean, Bob returned to a task that we saw him taking on in „45 – keeping track of attendance. Now it was attendance for everything not just afternoon sports, and he had a special indoor office. That was just a cover, though, for Bob‟s central role as Mr. Institutional Memory, the widely consulted, trusted, and esteemed gentleman who knows what‟s up, what‟s next, what‟s apt.

C ‘49 JOHN RICHARDS HOLDSWORTH

John reflects, "A large part of my pleasure at work stemmed from the work/study ethic and writing skills that I developed at Cranbrook. I learned how to think about things as well as how to summarize." John especially values Wayne Lawrence, Frank Girard, and Holland Sperry as being "extremely generous with their time," intriguing and helping him after class to explore domains beyond the curriculum, like differential geometry, calculus of variations, and optimization theory. "Their encouragement was pivotal in my choice of a career.‖... Two regrets linger from those days, though: ―First, because of lack of social skills, I am sure that I missed forming many interesting friendships. Second, I always wished that I‘d gone out for tennis. Later in life I played a lot and enjoyed it. I think that the coaching and practice of playing at Cranbrook would have been a great leg up on the game.‖ Anyway, after what seemed like ―an eternity in school,‖ John completed a couple of masters' degrees as well as a PhD at UCLA in Aerospace Engineering. A fascinating and satisfying career in applied math was terminated by John having an embolism stroke at 74. He now has good times playing chess, table tennis, hiking with fellow-retirees in foothills near his Simi Valley home in southern California home, and savoring songs like Stardust. Also he and Nan, his wife of 56 years, regularly take short car trips. Besides 9 grandchildren and 3 great-grandchildren, they have 3 children whom John says he adores ―but none of whom I completely understand.‖

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C ‘49 DONALD THEODORE JONES ―They say, ‘Once you have sand in your shoes, you never get it out.‘ So it was only natural that I returned to the Florida I‘d visited as a kid. I courted and married Phyllis there. Before long, however, work in the family‘s oil business called, and we moved up north, to Wisconsin. Less than a half-dozen years later and with 2 young sons, Phyllis and I returned to Florida‘s southwest coast. This time we settled in Naples. It was just a small and sleepy town, but one that I thought had potential for development. That turned out to be the case: in the wake of Hurricane Donna in September, 1960, great rebuilding was necessary, and that brought insurance money and investors in droves. Our coastal community has never looked back. With home construction, rental apartments, real estate development, and more – Phyllis had a very successful dress business of her own – we Joneses stayed busy. You may remember I was always interested in architecture, and we erected ‗Donphyl House.‘ Summers, we‘d cruise in the Bahamas aboard ‗Donphyl Boat‘… By 1980, having decided to semi-retire, we built a summer place at Linville Ridge, North Carolina, and began enjoying golf and tennis in its mountains. Both sons were now married with 8 children between them, and so we (and our friendly dogs) welcomed plenty of visitors…. After 10 years, it was time to give up those mountain summers and to put together a yacht (remember my interest in woodworking?). This project took 3 years (it was large). Fortunately for us, both yacht and its yard in Biloxi, Mississippi were sold before Hurricane Katrina hit… That‘s pretty much it. Lots of experiences to look back on and a wonderful wife to look forward with.‖

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C ‘49 TALCOTT ALDRED JONES ―I guess the best I can do is give you a synopsis of my life since we were last together. My first stop was the University of North Carolina from ‗49- ‗53. Started in the advertising world 2 years after Cranbrook, playing softball in the advertising league in my hometown, Chicago. In ‘54, began work at Grant Advertising in Detroit, and then returned to Chicago for a year. Los Angeles was my base for the next 14 years... In ‘71, entered the hotel business in Phoenix. A dozen years later, I went into private service for 2 real-estate tycoons… After 6 years, I retired and moved to Beaufort, S.C. where I married Patricia, the love of my life. We spent 16 years there in the heart of the Sea Islands and Lowcountry, and I got to play golf every day. We did a lot of other good things during that time, too many to mention… A couple of years ago, we moved to Mesquite, Nevada. It‘s a small town 80 miles north of Las Vegas. As local advertisers like to say, you can ―tee off against spectacular backdrops: rugged arroyos, natural wetlands, and inspiring vistas.‖… Patricia is now a 10-year survivor of breast cancer and a 2-year survivor of lung cancer… We have 3 children and 2 grandchildren. Unfortunately I don't get to see any of them very often as we live in different parts of the world… Sorry to say, I don't travel well as my diabetes is of the severe type, making it almost impossible to get around. So, damn, I won't be there with you for #60. I was there, though, for #35… Hope all of you have a great time. ―

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C ‘49 DAVID KOCH "Dear old Dave '49‖ -- according to Joan, his wife of 54 years -- "refuses to deal with the computer." That makes our post-graduate friend one of those '49ers at Cranbrook's online Alumni Directory who hasn't yet gotten around to posting any 'what's-up?' data under the School's categories of Education, Business, and Relationships. Happily for us, though, Joan has come through "filling in for him" with a fine email about Dave being a "physician in Michigan from '59-72, in the military for 20 years (U.S. Air Force and U.S. Indian Health Service). He retired in '98, having served on the Navajo, Hualipal, Supai, and Kakota Sioux Reservations." Working with other doctors, dentists, nurses, pharmacists, physical therapists, and behavioral counselors, Dr. Dave was part of the U. S. Department of Health and Human Services' system of clinics as well as tribal and urban hospitals that attend to physical, mental, social, and spiritual health of those quite diverse and scattered populations… Joan continues, "That retirement 10 years ago didn't last. So, now Dave works as a professional driver for Enterprise Car Rental" in a resort/adult lifestyle community not far from Phoenix, Sun Lakes, [said by some to be one of Arizona's best-kept secrets]... "We have 8 grandchildren and 1 great- grandchild... Dave's skateboarding and skiing days are over, but he does golf a little now and then, and he shoots pool a lot... I should add that my husband does not go to any reunions anywhere and [aside from his day job] he hates to travel. However, I make up for that. Dave is not exactly Mr. Excitement anymore [confidentially, are any '49ers?], but he is still full of spark."

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ROSS MACKINNON LAVERTY

―I like Kinnon, my name at Cranbrook, but in Engineering at the University of California at Berkeley, no one could get it right -- I was called Kenny, Kenneth, even Canyon -- so I switched to using my first name. Then, due to 2 years of Army duty in Europe, I‟m a veteran of the Korean War.‖… Next: Pacific Gas & Electric, where Ross helped design a series of large, gas-fired power plants, including the most efficient in the world. He also was Startup Engineer for the first U. S. geothermal power plant. ―Fellow-engineers considered me something of a reliable source on history, literature, and English composition,‖ which Ross attributes to Cranbrook. Retrained as a nuclear engineer to work on Diablo Canyon‟s plant, he says, ―Most of the rest of my professional career was wasted under the U.S. regulatory system.‖… In ‗63, Ross married the beautiful Doree Hasbrook at Grace Episcopal Church in San Francisco, where they‟d met. They have 2 children, Robert Ross (above with his wife and boys Ryan and Andrew) and Helen Crain who also gave our classmate 2 grandsons. Ross learned fly-fishing in the Sierras from fellow-engineers… In ‗01, he and one other retiree were trapped while fishing and spent the night on Frasier Creek. The next day, Ross was able to get out and go for help. A Highway Patrol helicopter lifted his pal out of the canyon… Ross has always enjoyed classical trumpet music. In ‗03, he started trumpet lessons and is now in a band and a community orchestra. He's been reading a lot of history, as well as building and flying model airplanes again (now radio-controlled). Ross and Doree are active in All Souls, Berkeley, where he sings in the choir.

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C ‘49 ROBERT DALLAS LEISTER ―Cranbrook held onto me. My field was secondary education, so after the Air Force I worked as a math teacher, coach, principal, superintendent, and 3 days a week now, I‟m again a math teacher. Guess I liked school and wanted to stay. At our School, I gathered a lot of teaching strategy, from excellent teachers and a few poor ones. They all taught me valuable lessons… My love of U.S. History began in Second Form and was burned in deep by the Fifth. Those 144 essay questions still surface in my mind, e.g., ―Trace the attempts at union in the American Colonies from first habitation until the Colonies were united.‖ Small wonder, I‟ve since visited hundreds of historical sites. Gettysburg is a favorite: since I first toured that battlefield in '38 or '39, I've brought all sorts of friends and relatives there, and I've inflicted on them my 'Dog & Pony Show' about that scene, including of course Leister House (Meade's HQ)... Cranbrook outdid other prep schools in that we lived in artistic surroundings and had access to woodworking, ceramics, metalworking, and visual arts. With skills I began acquiring there, I built our ―green‖ home from scratch, very happily living there at Bethel in Vermont's Green Mountains since '76. Also I took a 32- foot sloop from a totaled-out wreck back into Maine‟s coastal waters with the same 2 hands… Once I transferred to UVM in ‗51, I found my bride Lucile and the State of Vermont. There we‟ve raised 4 impressive, energetic, canoe-loving, ski-doting kids all in service-providing careers. Like Lucile and me, the 3 who live in Vermont heat their houses with wood from 25 to 100%. Cutting and splitting parties are becoming a family-togetherness time... One goal, to live 25 miles from a traffic light, was maintained for 47 years -- until Killington‟s Ski Area put in stop-and-go lights (but they were 22 miles away)..... My attendance at Cranbrook set a record in U.S. education. Far as I know, I‟m the only student who resided in New England and who went to prep school in the Midwest. Most did it the other way around.‖

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C ‘49 JOHN PHILIP LEWIS Jack and his wife Rosemarie are still trying to cope with a recent enormous tragedy in their lives -- the unexpected and shocking loss of the oldest of their 2 children, their son Tom, to a massive heart attack in December, ‗06. Jack, Rosemarie, and their daughter Margaret now find a measure of solace in Tom‘s 2 children, both now adults and both pursuing successful and productive lives. Tom had been enormously and justifiably proud of his children… From Cranbrook, Jack went to Oberlin but dropped out during his junior year to volunteer for the Army. He was spared almost certain combat experience in Korea when the peace treaty was signed just days before completing his basic training. After the military, Jack finished his undergraduate education at Coe College, then going on to the University of Chicago for an MBA. He then spent most of his working life with a financial-service and title-insurance business. During those years with Chicago Title & Trust, Jack and Rosemarie globe- trotted to various national and international branches, thus happily dovetailing business with their fascination with travel… Their daughter Margaret (a.k.a. M. E. H. Lewis) is an increasingly successful and award-winning playwright working in the Chicago and national theatre scene. Her parents, of course, are hugely proud of her successes… Some 10 years ago, he was able to retire and has been on an extended vacation ever since. Splitting their time, Jack and Rosemarie Jack enjoy boating, fishing, swimming, and bicycling around Longboat, Florida and bicycling, swimming, dog-walking, and exploring around Evanston, Illinois. Also they‘ve taken up the popular seniors‘ hobby of combining doctor visits with lunches outside their homes. Their greatest joy is time spent with their daughter and those 2 grandchildren.

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C ‘49 WILLIAM BERNARD MACOMBER "Spent 2 1/2 years at Princeton before being 'asked' to join the Army in '54. Following OCS, avoided Forward Observer duties as Korean War wound down... Upon discharge, moved to Columbus, enrolled at Ohio State, and graduated in business. From there, joined a young, expanding Kansas City company, Spencer Chemical. After a few years in sales and marketing, shepherded a new division dealing with commercial explosives. Following acquisition by Gulf Oil, Spencer kept on growing dramatically, including its explosives division. About 15 years later, however, Gulf Oil itself was acquired by Chevron whose main interest was finding, pumping, refining, and marketing oil petroleum and its derivatives -- and thus the eventual sell-off of much of the explosive business. By '82, left Chevron and, with 2 partners and our wives, started a travel-related company, the Condo Network. The company succeeded, and in '89 we sold it. Then returned to the marketplace with an old business acquaintance who manufactured large diameter borehole drill-bits for iron ore and copper-mining. Within a decade, sold my share there too and really retired... During the past 58 1/2 years, married twice. Have been with Carol for the past 32. Have 4 great children, 1 son and 3 daughters, ranging in age from 54 to 29. Two live in Kansas City, 1 in Phoenix, 1 in Wichita with my 3 grandchildren... With Carol, have travelled to many foreign lands, making lots of summer driving trips to western US and all of Canada. Fortunately, am in relatively good health and am physically 'active' in and around Prairie Village, Kansas with golf, gardening, and other mundane activities geared to us 'old fellows,' such as sipping the grape, power-napping, and other exhausting pastimes... Looking forward to reading about the lives and loves of fellow-'49ers, and hope they are enjoying life as much as I am."

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C ‘49 MILTON MATTER JR. ―I attended Stanford University following Commencement (joining Warren Crosby and Pete Hight C '48). Stanford turned out to be too good to be true and I spent the next few years checking out other institutions of higher learning (Purdue with Ron Ballantyne, Ball State with Ben Lowell, et al.). They all had the same flaw: they required at least a minimum amount of study. In '53, I gave it up, joined the Air Force, graduated pilot training, started flying jet fighters with the Indiana Air National Guard, graduated from the Med School in Bloomington in '61, opted not to transfer to the Medical Corps, continued to fly (1 assignment was at the Flight Test Center at Edwards AFB), and worked for NASA on the Gemini program. Flying nearly all our current fighters, I spent 30 years in the Guard and USAF Reserve, the last 6 as Brigadier General, including time as Vice Commander of 10th Air Force. This allowed me to check out in the A-10 (warthog). No one wants to fly as wing man to a general officer, so they turned me loose alone and I was able to revisit all the officer clubs I had frequented as a 2nd lieutenant... Along the way, I became interested in diving medicine and negotiated a contract with Ecuador‘s Ministry of Defense to search for sunken Spanish gallons. Ecuadorian coastal waters also have the largest shark population in the world next to Australia's Great Barrier Reef. The search became a contest between the sharks and me. The sharks won... While in Ecuador, I married Ligia Andino, who was teaching linguistics at University of Quito. We have 3 children and 4 blonde, blue-eyed grand-daughters. Today we permanently reside in Berkeley, California... It has all been great fun, except for the part about getting old.‖

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C ‘49 “CHARLEY” THOBURN MAXWELL II ―At graduation from Princeton, I decided to dig deeper into Arabic, and won a place at St. John's College, Oxford. As it turned out, Arab history and literature were not so upbeat because the vitality of the culture peaked early between 800 and 1300 AD, and after that took a downhill course… After Oxford, I married an English girl and joined Mobil in ‗57, thinking that, at the least, it would bring me to the Middle East. But, no, I was sent to drab industrial towns in northern England (William Blake's ‗dark Satanic mills‘ of our well-loved ‗Jerusalem‘), and then to northern Nigeria, a surprisingly attractive place -- up to the ethnic civil wars… Picking up a more entrepreneurial line, I went to Wall Street in ‗68, eventually becoming a partner in an institutional brokerage house that specialized in oil and gas equities. Meanwhile, I became active in pointing out that the world was moving slowly towards a peak in crude oil production (which I still project for 6 years hence). Major ramifications will follow… I have married 2 wives, but not at the same time, and have had, or inherited, 7 children. All have been a blessing to me. Ginny Dorr, my wife and companion for the past 32 years, has kept me on the straight path eating nutritionally and exercising. One of our joys is snorkeling and exploring caves in the Yucatan… I continue to work (at Weeden and Co., Greenwich, CT) as an oil and gas analyst, and am deeply involved with energy issues facing our society. We are not doing enough to prepare ourselves for major changes coming towards us… ‗Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, till we have built ...‘ a better world.‖

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C ‘49 WILLIAM HERRON McGOWAN Bill married Carol Hawkins of Birmingham at Christ Church Cranbrook in ‗52; they eventually welcomed a son and a daughter. He is the 2nd of 3 generations of McGowans who‘ve earned a B.A. from Kenyon College, where he confirmed that philosophy was indeed his main interest. Bill went straight on to The Johns Hopkins University, where he received his PhD in ‗57. Washington and Jefferson College, in nearby Pennsylvania, gave him his 1st teaching job, which was followed by 6 happy years rounding out the newly established humanities program at the Eastman School of Music in Rochester, New York. A job in a full-fledged philosophy department then beckoned at the University of Arizona, and in ‗67 Bill moved on to California State University, Long Beach, where he spent the next 29 years. At CSULB, he took an historical approach, teaching students to ―get something by being close readers of classical texts.‖ In ‗95, Carol succumbed to breast cancer, and a year later Bill retired. He then traveled extensively in the U.S. and abroad, and kept up his piano playing. Over 3 years ago, Bill went blind. He now lives in an assisted-living facility in a quiet neighborhood in Huntington Beach, California. Bill is completing The Blasted Bishop, a book about an episode in the life of the 18th-century Irish philosopher George Berkeley. Asked over the phone for a brief statement of his credo for this 60 yearbook, Bill reflected for a moment, audibly sighed, and responded, "You mean a This-I-Believe declaration?... Well... I believe in rejecting the annihilation of one's opponent in favor of rising above the opposing factions by integrating both parties for a higher cause."

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C ‘49 HARRY MONROE NELSON JR. His father and grandfather were both surgeons and when he set off for Carleton, that was Harry‘s aim too. Because he wasn‘t sure he‘d make it into and through med school, Harry had History as a fallback concentration (―Maybe I could teach History somewhere‖). That focus supplemented his double major in Chemistry and Zoology... Wayne State did give Harry his M.D., however, thereafter steering him to an internship at the University of Pennsylvania. Harry‘s fellowship was in vascular, chest, and general surgery. During the next 30 years of practice in Philadelphia, Harry became a Chief of Surgery at a city hospital, a clinical professor at U. Penn, and a founder not only of a support group for patients but of a national association of doctors within his specialization. Besides being accurate and delicate at the operating table, he often had to lift patients (strong orderlies weren‘t always available) -- and over time Harry seriously injured his back. Retired since 1994, he himself has been the patient of 2 successful back surgeries… He‘s married to Marlene, a nurse, Art History buff, and Canadian. Together, they‘ve traveled throughout Europe, especially favoring Italy… Five years ago, they relocated to Shallotte, North Carolina, 3 miles inland from the coast. They still delight in Philadelphia, though – a son and grandchildren live there, as do ―close friends we keep up with, including my nurses and fellow-physicians.‖… One of Harry‘s passions now is gardening of native hollies ―(―they‘re light and airy‖). Although he‘s given up his license, Harry still keeps his hand in his profession, doing as he did in Philadelphia, i.e., regularly he meets with peers to diagnose X-rays, cases, and best practices (―…Technical talk like that is good medicine for me.‖).

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C ‘49 DAVID MARVIN OSNOS ―There is a question about Washington D.C metro area lawyers: Who has had the same spouse for more than 50 years, practiced with the same law firm for more than 50 years, and lived in the same house for more than 47 years? I confess to being the 1 person who meets all 3 criteria… You may ask, How did I get so lucky? My luck began in the 8th grade of Hampton Elementary in Detroit. At an all-school assembly, I said something which offended our principal Ms. Montgomery (also known by a host of other names). She called me into her office and asked where I was going to high school. I replied, ―Cranbrook.‖ She said that she was going to call them and tell them not to accept me. I answered, ―Too late, I‘ve already been admitted.‖ She broke into tears. That led me to 4 wonderful years at our School and then 7 at Harvard College and Law School… In August ‗56, 2 months after graduating from Law, I married Glenna. We‘ve been very happy together ever since (she‘s not only my sweetheart, but also my best friend). We have 2 great kids and 3 wonderful grandchildren… My good luck continued in ‘56 when I joined Arent Fox, a Washington law firm. I developed an excellent practice including the NBA‘s Washington Wizards (formerly Bullets) and the NHL‘s Washington Capitals. Pretty good luck for a guy whose 2 favorite sports are basketball and ice hockey! (With my replacement knee and replacement hip, I'm not sure I could beat Breck's butt in tennis anymore.)... At age 71, I was voted the leading real estate lawyer in Washington by The Legal Times and am still working 4-day weeks. The latter fact, however, is at least in part to please Glenna who says she married me for better or worse but not for lunch.‖

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C ‘49 THOMAS ERIC PETERSON ―Current official status: single… Been living in 2 places. In Baltimore, I continue work launched 36 years ago in Zurich through a diploma from C.G. Jung Institute. Being a Jungian Analyst is engrossing, fruitful, fulfilling. Unrelinquishable even in these later years, it resonates with my central values and sense of personal vitality, affording companionship with others, depth of meaning, and capacity for overcoming obstacles through emergent, purposeful, unconscious processes… Qualifying as my other home, Greenfield, Massachusetts is where Cindy, my former wife of 20 years and mother of our 4 children, resides happily. It‘s been health-promoting there to ‗grow‘ a woodpile and beds of raspberries, vegetables and flowers… Residues of a conscientious but misguided aim in earning a Cornell Civil Engineering degree, including some misperceptions of my own reflective processes, precipitated inevitably into a consuming need for development of new forms of attention to myself, along with issues of personal life and vocational direction. After a master‘s from Hartford Theology, I was motivated by something not less than a mysterious inner power, with transformative purpose, evoking a sense of great urgency. Naturally the requirements of this circumstance involved high costs and sacrifices at the expense of my former conventional life. They also brought painful burden and challenge to Cindy and our children… Back at Cornell, I had an enjoyable, successful "career" on the golf team, including a term as captain. Yet after graduation, this recreational form diminished for me into virtual non- existence, making way for my own more complete re-creation… Although effects of my inner experience drove me in that direction, I had no serious intention of becoming a hermit. Nevertheless, forms of authority of hermitic (and Hermetic) life-in-the-making remain active… With regret, I look back at my neglect in cultivating important friendships born at Cranbrook.‖

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C ‘49 VALENTIN HANNO RABE

Val prepared this self-profile Nov. 29, „08, a day before he died. His account is included here rather than in a special section on deaths that occurred while this yearbook was in production. ―Beyers wrote an essay some years ago in which he referred to our generation having the advantage of fortuitous timing. My life after Cranbrook reflects that. Packing to go to Ohio State, since state residents could go virtually tuition-free, I received a telegram a week before classes started -- someone had passed on their scholarship to Tufts and I could inherit it… 3 years later, I both received my citizenship papers and married Susan, a longtime hometown friend, ‘49 prom date, and reference for my naturalization. We wed despite parental disapproval and the illogic of having my senior year plus army service to satisfy before earning a living… Timing was a factor again when I was inducted 5 days before the Korean Truce: after duty in Germany, I qualified for enough of the GI Bill to begin in East Asian studies at Harvard. After losing a conflict with the Chinese language (which Spoehr had survived there as an undergrad), I switched to American history, earning a PhD in ‗64. Again imprudently, we managed to have our family of 3 daughters and 1 son before my first fulltime teaching job at Drexel. In ‗67, we moved to the Geneseo Valley in western New York State and for 24 years, I taught American history at SUNY Geneseo. Students were inquisitive; sometimes I'd find myself standing out in the heat or snow discussing a fine point of my lecture for even longer than we'd been in class. I served on the Faculty Senate, and was fairly active at the state level in SUNY's United University Professionals. In '91, I took advantage of an early retirement incentive. I have been incredibly content in that new career, reading in non-specialty areas I had no time for before, helping guide the county‘s historical society, puttering in our garden, listening to music (Beethoven's a favorite) on a good FM station, driving for Geneseo‘s food pantry, and traveling as much as possible.‖

C ‘49 JOHN BOWEN RICE ―Dartmouth: sociology major, psychology minor, student government, sports on All- American soccer team. (Truettner still has the soccer ball from our 2-1 loss to him and his varsity Williams team.) Entered Army: October ‘53, worked in security & counter- intelligence. Married Helen: July '54 shortly before shipping-out for 29 months to Mannheim… For 20 years, represented Maritz, -- a firm whose motto is ―We Understand, Enable, and Motivate People to Activate Hidden Human Potential‖ – in Detroit, Manhattan, Minneapolis, Houston. In ‗77, with clients buying my tapes and texts, started my own goal-setting business. In ‘82, also ran a water-treatment business for homes… Helen succumbed to lung cancer in ‗83. By then, 4 of our 7 children had graduated out of the home. Our college-bound son Chris elected to stay, while our oldest daughter (age 23) volunteered to return to help raise our twin daughters (age 13)… In ‘84, met and married Missy Kerr; she had 4 grown children all living in East Texas. We were only to spend 5 years together when she succumbed to heart failure… I then traveled, seeing children and grandchildren until settling in Dallas in ‘93. When a management company recruited Chris for computer services in Houston, I followed his family along, living alone for a year on a 26-ft Sea Ray (yes, the boat had air conditioning)… In ‘99, met Maureen Shryne, a therapist and also twice-widowed; that‘s us there in the Grand Canyon. Been together since, enjoying each other‘s company and family (Maureen has 4 grown children)… Active as a Volunteer in Optimist International helping students start clubs where they elect officers, select volunteer projects, and so forth. In ‘02, son Chris was diagnosed with ALS (Lou Gehrig's syndrome). He has trouble walking and talking, but he‘s still a computer whiz. We‘re in a business together -- he handles the internet, I do the marketing.‖

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C ‘49 WILLIAM PAUL SHULEVITZ Math was Bill's great love at Cranbrook, although he was an ardent wrestler and soccer player as well. He pursued his math studies at the University of Michigan and Wayne State University, but put them aside after college to join his father in the family business. He did, however, keep his hand in at math, eventually getting a master's from Wayne State… Bill's other great love is his wife of 56 years, Marion, whom he married when they were both in college. They have 2 daughters, Deborah and Judith, and a son, Michael, and 5 grandchildren. Bill and his family remained in the Detroit area until '68, when they moved to San Juan, Puerto Rico and later to Miami, Florida… While in Miami, Bill sold his business and retired -- temporarily. After a few years of sailing, swimming, and fishing, he moved to Manhattan to pursue a 2nd career in finance, where he continues as a full-time investor and CEO of Ora Associates. Recently, politics has become one of Bill‘s major interests, making him an active supporter of many state and national political figures… Marion also pursued a 2nd career when they moved to New York, and is now a rabbi-chaplain at a local nursing home; she was the officiating rabbi at Judith‘s wedding and at the naming of her granddaughters… Residing near Lincoln Center, the elder Shulevitzes find lots of time for their 4 New York City grandchildren and their Puerto Rican granddaughter… All in all, Bill says he‘s had a satisfying life with both obligations and rewards. His 1st class reunion wasn't until the 50th, but Bill had such a great time then and at the 55th, that he's eagerly looking forward to the upcoming 60th.

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C ‘49 PETER KOOI SIMPSON Pete‟s coming of age, a task he says is not yet complete, began in „48, when he left cowboy country for Cranbrook‟s challenges. Then came a basketball scholarship to University of Wyoming (UW) and, for 2 years, he lapsed into bad habits. Recovery followed; he‟d decided it would be better to graduate than run around a gym floor… Escaping with a diploma, he was a bombardier/navigator in a U.S. Navy squadron in the Mediterranean. Furloughs in Europe involved tours of remarkable places which piqued his interest in history. So, instead of following the family‟s lawyerly tradition, Pete took a History M.A. at UW and a PhD at University of Oregon. He says he‟d not have been that conscientious if he hadn‟t married a hometown girl, the talented and vivacious Lynne… Teaching stints soon gave way to administration (e.g., Dean of Instruction at Sheridan College, Vice- President of Institutional Advancement at UW). Along the way, Pete jumped into politics (Brother/Senator Al thought it might have been a recessive gene), serving in Wyoming‟s legislature, eventually running for Governor but losing in a close race (to a fraternity brother, who's still a friend)... Pete‘s now ‗retired,‘ serving on several Boards, teaching 2 poly sc. classes each spring at UW, and splitting his time between Laramie, Cody, and the family‟s Bobcat ranch. His and Lynne‟s hobby remains theater, and their 3 kids have picked up the bug (as a musician actor-cultural director, a singer-songwriter, and a ―blue man‖ in the European troupe). They relish their 4 grandchildren… Pete loves Cranbrook reunions, and plans to ride into the 60th at full gallop, beaming ―Let ‗er buck!‖

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FREDERICK EDWARD SMITH ―After C‘brook, Colgate for 1 year. Most fun: going to Ithaca to see Peterson & Leister. Biggest effort: to lead a petition protesting exclusion of minorities from fraternities. Transferred, enjoyed Yale… Stateside service in Infantry, a real learning experience. Caught military flight to Rio with Lt. Townsend; fantastic holiday… At University of Tuebingen, Germany, lived off the G.I. Bill, hitchhiked Europe. Enrolled in U of MI Law School, earned J.D., passed bar exam, but didn‘t set legal world afire. To pay for this training, worked at Rare Book Library, came to enjoy it, completed library master‘s, and accepted job at U of MI. Law Library. In 1967, became Head Librarian at UCLA Law School. Had an exciting 35 years there, with computerization of cataloguing and texts…Met Pompea at Detroit Culture Institute where I was trying to learn Italian and she English (her first month in U.S.). One thing led to another, and by 1968 we had 1 son, 2 daughters (whose soccer teams we both enjoyed coaching)... Probably most fascinating has been evolution of my wife from immigrant country girl to C.E.O. of very successful nonprofit (Sustainable Economic Enterprises of Los Angeles). Graduating with economics degree, Pompea developed Hollywood Farmers‘ Market, L.A.‘s largest certified farmers‘ market; it aids farmers, urban poor, immigrants. I‘ve a half-time commitment there as volunteer… In photo atop, I‘m under the white hat, enjoying California family. I also do our household maintenance, gardening (including winter peas, radishes, and garlic), and watercolor painting (still a beginner!). I don't quite accept the notion of painting impressionistic 'photos.' Am still trying to read mountains of books of literature and German philosophy accumulated over the years. Russian literature -- modern -- is just fantastic."

Living Classmates

C ‘49 EUGENE JOHN SPOEHR No one, but no one, expresses more gratitude to his parents for sending him to Cranbrook than Jack. Harvard also added perspectives, in part by enabling him to spend 2 summers in Mexico, 1 with Mennonites and another inhabiting the life-style of Tarahumara Indians (for which Jack made an Institute of Science ethnographic exhibit). Before long, and after 10 months at Honduras‘s Escuela Agricola Panmericana and in mountain villages there, he wed the revered Olga Marina Guardiola Cruz… When biology-major Jack took Mandarin and more Spanish in Harvard Yard, he never anticipated that in retirement he‘d regularly teach classes in Introductory Mandarin at the University of Delaware‘s Academy of Lifelong Learning and Spanish for 4th and 5th graders in non-curriculum venues in Pennsylvania…. Also mucking about in his garden today, Jack talks up botanical and zoological subjects with his 4 grandsons and 1 granddaughter – the progeny of his son and daughter who live nearby in Chadds Ford… ―Way back, I began selling audio-visual products to academic, religious, and commercial clients around Detroit. Over the next 2 decades, I worked for Spitz Planetariums selling planetariums for teaching elementary descriptive astronomy. I joined IMAX for the next 15 years to market their 70mm large format theater equipment -- also to clients throughout Europe and the Western Hemisphere. Before retirement, I contacted potential customers of educational 3D systems for Lightspeed of Seattle…During ‗08, I‘ve been involved in the urgency of our next national administration. In my dotage, I‘ve become a very active political campaigner.‖

Living Classmates

C ‘49 RICHARD G. TOWNSEND Wishes he‘d met Barbara sooner; has 3 kids, all working in books (librarian, book-seller, editor)…1st career misstep: went into city-planning to design beautiful Cranbrook-like communities; after M.I.T. masters & 4 years' of frail ‗accomplishment‘ working in Ohio & California, left that field… Training that changed his attitude the most: PhD, University of Chicago, Politics/Educational Administration… Moved to Canada in ‗74 and got by in Quebec for 3 years on Cranbrook French. Relocated to English Ontario where unfortunately he knows no fellow-Americans… 60 years after 2nd or 3rd Form, re-read Silas Marner; still doesn‘t like it. Prefers William Boyd‘s Any Human Heart. Favorite poem: Andrew Marvell‘s To His Coy Mistress. Favorite movies: ―Dr. Strangelove‖ & ―Annie Hall‖. Digs www.BAGnewsNotes.com, a blog. Usually disagrees with National Post, Canada‘s most conservative paper (but not hackneyed conservative). Political heroes: FDR, Pierre Trudeau, Sardar Patel… Admires Beyers' ingrained kindness, Leister's talent to fix anything, Sue Rabe's capacity for joy…With the distance of his older self recalling the younger, he realizes he was a bit thick when it came to math/science/sport, and often a jerk as a teen-ager -- and beyond… Work he‘s proudest of: in U.S., civil-rights advocacy research in Washington D.C. in mid- ‗60s, helping provoke changes in federal housing programs; later in Ontario, doing research that nudged provincial change towards ‗one man, one vote‘ elections for school boards. At University of Toronto's Grad School, an award for exemplary classroom teaching was established in his name.… Now does aquafit, helps out at Barbara's fine-arts guild, and in keeping with his church's work program, helps cut grass at the cemetery... Major issue on which he‘s changed his mind: nuclear energy (now in favor, at least for stable societies; assumes technologists will hit upon ways so waste will no longer be a threat). Would like to reform U.N., giving more voting power to nations that meet democratic and human-rights standards.

Living Classmates

C ‘49 WALTER JAMES TRUETTNER JR. ―Commencement, Christ Church in ‘49, then, starting to use my middle name, on to Williams BA in ‘53 and University of Michigan MS in Petroleum Geology in ‘54. Worked for Mobil and Dow. In ‘62, went into investment business. After stint as COO of Heritage Investment Advisors in Milwaukee, in ‘80 I joined William Blair Associates, Chicago, where I headed the firm‘s Investment Management. Fully retired a few years ago… Returned to Christ Church Cranbrook in ‗54 to marry Nancy; we divorced in ‘74. Married Jane Kuhman in ‘76. Between our 2 families, we have 7 children (none together) and 24 grandchildren… We had homes on Au Sable Lake near Walt Denison and at Crystal Downs near Frankfurt, Michigan, but now we stay in Vero Beach, Florida for 7 months and in Golf, Illinois for Summer and Fall… Passions for golf and fly-fishing are parts of my DNA. I‘ve golfed all over the world, sometimes with the U.S. Seniors Golf Association‘s tournament schedule around the country. I‘ve been lucky enough to have 5 holes-in-1, including Augusta and Cypress Point. With my kids, I‘ve fished most of the major trout streams in America and bone-fished in the Bahamas… A next step for Jane and me is to move into the retirement cottage we‘re building in Lake Forest, Illinois; it‘s connected with Presbyterian Homes. Our plan still is to spend the bulk of our time in Vero Beach… Since ‘49, I‘ve seen Maxwell (my company tapped his analytic services and we‘d meet at companies‘ board meetings), Denison (I used his legal services), and Townsend (Barbara cooked the meal)… Have committed early June to golf at Pine Valley and Ekwanok, and a grandson‘s commencement, so I‘ll have to miss Reunion. To anyone who cares, a hearty hello.‖

Living Classmates

C ‘49 ARTHUR EMERSON WEBB JR. Floyd Bunt's chemistry class intrigued Art so much so that he went on to earn a B.Sc. at Kenyon in '53 and an "easy" M.Sc. in it at University of Michigan in '55. Ergasterion nurtured his interest in drama, fortifying him to take part in amateur theatricals thereafter...In due course, he married Nan, who gave him 2 loyal children that he genuinely admires, Wendy and Greg; they've made Art a grandfather 5 times... Some decades ago, Art forsook chemistry and moved from New York State down to "always vacationland Naples," Florida, "wearing shorts year-round and keeping my nose to the grindstone as a realtor working for Downing-Frye, the area's leader in real-estate transactions... The present housing crash? It's is a good time here to buy, fix-up, and wait to sell. You know, all things come right to he who waits." While continuing to broker residential properties, in '92 Art established a sideline retail operation, Artweb Office Equipment. He also became a Rotarian, organizing activities for "the needy folks who work for the well-off" in that rich Gulf community. He enjoyed buying, fixing-up, and driving antique cars "in the middle, not at the front of parades."... Losing his wife some years ago, however, was "worse than cutting off my arm. She's buried in a cemetery a block from the place in Carson City, Michigan, the farm-market village where I used to spend great summers with my grandparents." Having had a couple heart attacks, a stroke, and a broken shoulder from rolling out of his bed, Art now resides comfortably in an ample suite at a nursing home, where he especially delights in his lanai ("...nobody calls them porches anymore..."). His real-estate associates stay in touch and volunteer by looking after his home (where his Midwestern kids and their offspring stay on visits south)... Art reports that he often keeps pretty much to himself, not caring so much "to meld" with some of his gossipy fellow- residents. ―But,‖ he laughs, ―I have a good doctor, I read a lot, and am pretty good for an old fart.‖

Living Classmates

C ‘49 WILLIAM PARSHALL WHITFIELD ―My 3 years at Cranbrook made college easier and fuller. I was able to live my motto that life is to enjoy. I loved my 7 years at U of MI business and law schools and 1 year at NYU in Greenwich Village. For about 30 years, I practiced law in Oakland County and was surprised that my passion became trial law, mostly defending doctors in medical law suits. Very demanding but satisfying. I was active in the State Bar Association and President of the Oakland County Bar Association. I eventually got tired and deaf, and quit at age 58… In my non- working life, I also had fun. I was single until 35 and socially active. I skied all over, road-raced a Lotus 7, and sailed and raced Hobie Cats on Lakes Angelus and Geneva… After losing my 1st wife, I quickly found my wife of 36 years, Kristin VandenBerg, K ‘67. Just out of Cornell, she was teaching at Kingswood. We married, had fun, bought a distressed house on Lake Angelus, fixed it up, and eventually had kids, Colin (30, an artist in Brooklyn) and Emily (29, a MD completing her double residency in Pediatrics and Internal Medicine at U of MI Hospital)…. After 18 years of enjoying Lake Angelus, we moved to Orleans, Cape Cod. I became a licensed carpenter and Kristin became a realtor, and then an acupuncturist and Chinese herbalist. When our kids found the Middle School too lock-step and unchallenging, I worked with others to establish Lighthouse, one of the state‘s 1st and most successful charter schools. That was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life… I now spend my days playing tennis, keeping up with the world, doing projects around our house, sitting in our hot tub, and enjoying the nature of our rustic backyard and on the beaches of Cape Cod.‖

Living Classmates

Is Shakespeare Right? Is All the World a Stage? Are We Merely Players? People our age are in the Bard's 6th stage, when we're supposed to begin to lose our charm and edge -- both physical and mental. Presumably we also forego our firmness. It's also the time that 62 years ago, Jack Spoehr warned us about. Two years before our John Lewis (far left) and Bill McGowan (far right) put gray powder into their hair for their April, ‗49 roles in Ergasterion's "What A Life,‖ sophomore Jack had stood in that same dressing room, also gray-powdering his hair, also about to go onstage as an elder. "The time will come," Jack intoned in ‗47, "when we won't be able to take off this gray stuff." To a man (or boy), others in the room groaned. Now, of course, the hair on our heads is an unpowdered gray, but at least we can take comfort that Shakespeare is wrong about our diminishing powers. In our read, the preceding profiles reflect go-getters who come across as engaging as well as dynamic. To augment that claim, consider 2 inside stories about the production of this year‘s yearbook: 1) throughout a series of exchanges with (email, letters, faxes, phone calls), vigorous protests were routinely raised over wordage limits on the length of these self-presentations - - almost every '49er on the preceding pages demonstrated he wasn‘t going to let life, or this yearbook‘s staffers, knock the firmness out of him; 2) members of our team also were downright assertive about choosing precisely which recent pictures would serve as their 'stages,' overseas or at home, inside or outdoors, with or without other ‗actors‘ in their casts, motionful or not. One or two of us seem to almost glower at the camera, but go-getters do get to choose what they're going to give and get. To stay with Shakespeare‘s stagey metaphor about 'performances' of 'players,' we may be wearing costumes as we present ourselves in those color photos, but our outfits do have a zip that doesn‘t accord with our merely being Joe Six-packs or bland, withering stage-6ers in Shakespeare‘s ‗ages of man.‘ To begin, sassy red is a frequent color. Several rakish hats appear. Besides Crosby with his cravat, Koch at a country club, Maxwell and Osnos as their corporate selves, Esch at a formal affair, and Leister who wears a School tie to go with his coat, only Don Jones and Jack Spoehr don the Cranbrook gear of our era -- but look closely for the wild patterns of their ties. Elsewhere too, notice our spiffy short- sleeve shirts and our rippling arm muscles. Then there‘s our ―modesty‖ man recently with his pretend fig leaf. Even back at School, Breck fostered visual impressions of his own special, adventurous pluck. Remember him as the multi-buttoned Rev. Bloom, Headmaster of Hot Rock Prep? And when we warned him that his Hawaiian costume would punctuate this overview of our self-presentations, Dick remembered, gave a wistful chuckle over the phone, and wondered, "Whatever happened to Trudy Rollins?" We wonder too.

Living Classmates

C ‘49 Missing in Action

Alas, although our Alumni Office has reason to think they‘re still drawing breath, classmates pictured below have fallen off our radar. In keeping with the Founder's philosophy of beauty that undergirds the School (incised on the Marquis Arch), we assume their lives have not been half-lived. Further, if they're like most of us during the Korean War, after student deferments, some briefly served in the military. They married in the ‗50s, and sometimes remarried in the ‗60s and ‗70s. Thanks to their fairly small age group and the U.S.'s widening economy, odds for advancement proved reasonable from the gitgo. Between '49 and ‘09, a number of them re-invented themselves work-wise. They may have done the Grand Tour of Europe. All have experienced frustration in learning new technologies, and some recoil from going online, even to watch a funny video about aging at www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yN-6PbqAPM. They may suffer from carbon guilt, but give to charities. Again, if they‘re similar to other ‗49ers, they‘ve forsaken stuff we associate with them (like Hatton playing a cello), instead taking up other pursuits (like Bohon routinely playing a character in cemetery walks). One of the riskiest things they‘ve done is to drive a car when distracted. If they're like classmates in recent photos, a safe call is that they're not obsessed with name-brand clothing. Maybe they're doing gym workouts. Possibly in tune with most of us, they've re-gifted, just as others have passed unwanted presents on to them. Maybe after years of smoking, they've stopped cold turkey. Perhaps, being retired, they only shave every other day. Or less. And it's uncertain whether most of them -- or any of us -- still have our original teeth, and the Class lacks a dentist to check that matter out for us at Reunion. Today they‘re good for more than traveling and worrying about inflation, deflation, stagflation, and hyperinflation. They've become more involved in their communities (Leister-like, serving on a zoning board or Truettner-like, being a governor of a Virginia university and honcho of assorted country clubs). Midway through their eighth decade, the alive-but-missing '49ers likely have the ability to take the long view of history, e.g., economies ebb and flow, politicians disappoint and inspire, churches and families have their ups and downs. And in common with our present & accounted-for classmates, probably the no-shows below have come to know about the temporal nature of existence. They're fine with who they are, fascinating adults who've met serious and buffeting challenges. So we anticipate they‘re drinking the brimming cup of life to the full -- and to the end. Maybe our guys here also resemble Holdsworth who recently concluded, ―Life has been very good to me. If I had it to do over again, I‘m afraid I‘d make more mistakes next time.‖ Of course, we don‘t really know for sure whether these gentlemen ‗fit‘ these easy characterizations. What we do know, however, is their last-known residences by state (and nation) and that they are late in responding to our invitation to send in their yearbrook bio. Yale, Vic, Bill, and Army, we're hoping you come to the Reunion anyway.

YALE VICTOR GUILLERMO ARMAND BERNSTEIN CARPIO MORENO SMITH Arizona The Philippines? Columbia? Pacific Northwest?

Living Classmates

C ‘49 EQUALLY AMONG THE LIVING is Fred Mead, author of a scintillating piece in our ‘04 ReNEWed Crane and of course our senior year‘s humor columnist. Unfortunately for this yearbook, as with other classmates on the preceding page, no words and ideas were forthcoming from our sometimes sardonic ―Country Wit.‖

Below, however, we do reprint a random selection of a few of his jabs from past Craniums. (If other ongoing publications can reprint stories, The ReNEWed Brook can too.) Besides, like all fables, Fred‘s observations and accentuations include at least a grain of truth.

It‘s only fair to warn new boys of slight irregularities of hours in the School store. Veteran students have no trouble remembering the day when Pete got wind of 2 boys bounding a tennis ball in Marquis, and closed the store on the grounds that it was an athletic event. * * * Masters have expressed some anxiety over the sloppy condition of Cranbrook broom closets. No need for alarm, however. If the situation becomes too serious, we could always appoint another Senior Committee. * * * To the observant, it is rather obvious that usually indifferent waiters have been entering the Kitchen with strange and longing looks. Besides, the Dining Hall staff reports that orders on hot cereal in the morning have tripled. Reluctantly, Dining Room chief Dockstader admits the cause may be Doris and Jinny, who are slowly making boarders forget Kingswood. * * * Cranbrook was considerably upset Wednesday [after the Truman-Dewey presidential elections] which filtered in from the outside world. ―Even worse than Homecoming,‖ snapped 1 diehard faculty member. * * * February 28: Mr. Wonnberger, noticing that a senior‘s seat in assembly was vacant, marked him absent, unaware that the student was on the stage giving a talk [or maybe the English master was commenting on the quality of that talk?]. * * * Disillusioned Master of the Week: Holland R. Sperry, when he discovered that the mass study of the weed by certain 5th form horticulturalists was not purely botanical. * * * After last Thursday‘s Page Disciplinary Committee meeting, the Senior Prefect went to Happy Meyer‘s room to show him all his reports (which should keep Happy in ―C‖ for another 6 weeks). There were reports from Mr. Hoffman for being 32 seconds late to athletics, from Mr. Licklider for breathing too loud during study hall, from P.A.T. for talking about baseball in public, and by Dr. Kinsey to occupy Happy‘s mind while other reports were taking effect. * * * As a result of the recent Cranbrook dance, next week‘s Kingswood formal will embody new features. Governor G. Mennen ―Soapy‖ Williams has promised to call out the National Guard to act as chaperones. The welfare-minded Church Cabinet has also bought huge supplies of sun glasses and tan lotion to be rented out at the affair, as reliable sources expect that lights will not be spared.

Living Classmates

C ‘49

Down For The Count Our Dr. Maynard Smith once remarked, ―We all have timers in us -- we just don‟t know when they‟ll go off.‖ With their timers tragically closing down via illnesses and accidents, almost 40 percent of our Class were unable to contribute directly to this yearbook. Below, by identifying their occupations, we do not support that tired saw that ―You are what your job is.‖ To the contrary, as the profiles of our living classmates attest, everyone‟s far more multi-faceted than that. Thing is, we just weren‟t able to assemble data on families, involvements, and life-contours of these men. Unfortunate, and sad. In a sense, however, these deceased classmates jauntily live on. It doesn‟t get any more cliché than this, but we do have our memories of them. And of those in earlier classes who died young, e.g., the bright, athletic, activity-leading Jim McLaughlin '48 who died from the pneumonia he caught in Alaska barely 14 months after his Commencement. (Our group did not lose anyone that early.) Somewhat recent photos are available, however, of 3 from our Class. We failed in locating post-Cranbrook pictures of our other deceased classmates, but the next 3 pages do reprise their yearbook portraits.

ROBERT WEST BEYERS Head, Stanford News; Editor, Pacific News; Journalism Mentor Photography & Travel Enthusiasms

BEN THOMAS LOWELL Manufacturer Boating Enthusiast Also into golf and tennis

JOHN KELSEY Insurance Company Owner Longtime member – Tennis Doubles Group with Breck & Ben Snyder

Deceased Classmates

C ‘49

RICHARD VIRGIL ALLEN WILLIAM SHERMAN CHISHOLM DUDLEY JAMES GAECKLE Financial Consultant Linguistics Professor MD OB/GYN Manager, small condo Cleveland State University

SIMON HIRSCH GALPERIN JR. MARTIN SLAFTER HANNA WILLIAM OLIVER HEFFLEY WV Legislator, Environmentalist Applied Math Professor, U Kansas Trucking Company Owner Father (3x), Grandfather (5x)

KENNETH R. HERMAN JR. HOWARD LIEDER KATES ROBERT GEORGE LUTHER Radio and TV director Commercial Artist IBM Executive Golfing and Canoeing Enthusiast Partner in Daughter‘s Cookie Business Bought/Sold 7 Antique Lines (including books, cars, timepieces)

Deceased Classmates

C ‘49

BINGHAM FEAD MURRAY FREDERICK LEONARD NOVY DEREK ALLEN ORTH Sea Captain Banker, Wells Fargo & Union of CA Engineer Subject, Lynne W. Novy‘s Published Stories

PHILIP S. PLEXICO DAVID LIVINGSTON SEEBER DONALD JAMES SEMMLER Wall Street Broker Sales, Connecticut Manufacturer Cattle Rancher

MAYNARD SAVILLE SMITH II DANIEL ALBERT TAYLOR JR. ALVA CHARLES TOMLINSON III Gynecologist Tax Attorney Navy Commander, Pilot 1 daughter Flew everything except choppers

Deceased Classmates

C ‘49

DAVID EDMUND TOMPKINS S. JEROME VARON FREIDRICH JOCHEN WEYMAR Sculptor, Designer, Toy Inventor Doctor Banker in Germany and Bahamas

LAURENCE B. WILLIAMS Racing Commissioner

REUNION TRADITION: These men, and other alumni who have died, will be honored at a Memorial Service on the afternoon of June 6.

RESPONSE TO A LETTER OF CONDOLENCE

Dear Mr. Leister - ―I remember Dad [Bob Luther] describing his Cranbrook days with so much fondness and delight! It was wonderful to hear those stories, as well as ones about his elementary school days at Hampton [with you, Rice, Shulevitz, Osnos, and a couple Kingswood girls]. I am sure that you and Dad saw each other at Reunions that he looked forward to so very much. My Mom and 5 siblings and I really miss Dad's love, his hugs, his stories about you ‗49ers and others, and his warmth, but I do feel his presence every day in my life. Isn't it amazing how love shared with another, lasts forever. -- Jeanne Luther Hooks, October, 2007

II. BACK IN THE DAY – AND NIGHT

Yesterday, School was such an easy game to play -- not. Yet we played out our parents' decision to enroll us at this campus (half-accurately described online by one of our sons, also a Cranbrookian, as "ridiculously attractive"). We stayed and, in the process, changed. Cranbrook Time passed quickly. We moved on, and carried memories...

C ‘49

AFTER CLASSES, BEFORE WE GOT OLD(ER)

Goings On

ANYONE REMEMBER ALL THIS? Across 7. Founders' home - 2 words 8. Maxwell 11. Latin star 13. Satire of Oscar Wilde 15. Record for '49ers 16. Winner of Harvard Book Prize 17. Scoop 19. Lived beside Little Gym 20. Cranbrook architect 23. 'C' Club President 24. A spring quarter miler 26. ______Plaque - Don't step on it. 27. Horn-rimmed track star 30. Dance taught here 33. Lowell 35. Christmas pageant play 37. Big game hunter 38. On-site Postman 41. Some skipped regularly - 2 words 45. Basketball center 46. The Wizard 47. G & S lead 48. Senior Master Down 1. Physics Master 2. Peter's son 3. First TV owner 4. Cranbrook's generous hand 5. Big Red 6. Drama 9. Tuesday & Thursday a.m. 10. Cranbrook landmark 12. 'Suicide' slide 14. Started at Brookside -- 2 words 16. Best at French 18. Fantastic sculptures 21. Shop teacher 22. SIXTY YEARS ON 23. What's the ______with Milt? 25. Co-wrote 'Sports Shots' 27. Typing teacher 28. Head Prefect C '48 29. Laundry location 31. One of Balz's nicknames 32. Tennis Captain 34. The pool 36. Barber 39. Lone ____ Road 40. Patience chorus 41. Animals in the Dining Hall chairs 42. Served to Seniors in Page Hall Common Room 43. Go Forth to S___E - Kingswood motto 44. Butterfield

A Solution will be available at the Reunion

C ‘49

A Story Exchange

One way we enlivened our days and relieved stress was to tell stories about authority figures. One favorite was that, before dances at Kingswood or the Little Gym, saltpeter (potassium nitrate) was secreted in our eggs, mashed potatoes, and other edibles. Allegedly, this was done in an effort to reduce our lust and so physiologically betray our sporty young sex drives. Of course this penis- unfriendly tale didn‘t originate at Cranbrook -- it‘s told wherever teenage boys are housed together. The story has no basis in fact -- saltpeter has no effect on libidos -- yet our bruited-about ‗word‘ was that ‗they‘ were doctoring our meals to undercut our erections. Some of our other authority-figure stories involved different contact sports. Thus we‘d complain that Coach B.N. Grba‟s predecessor had 70 to 90 fancy plays for the School‘s football team, but none worked. When Boz took over, our team went forward with only 7 plays, but they were meat-and-potato moves that our players had down to a T. After whipping Centerline, the Blue and the Gray went on to other wins. We‘d also quote hockey coach/Reverend Walt Young as having faith in what ―the Lord provideth,‖ even if that provision was weather that was too warm for rink ice, leaving the team mostly to divide into 2 teams and play smear football in the mud. At the same time, we‘d celebrate track coach Paul Thompson‟s war stories, wherein he‘d depart from an athletic theme, discourse about his military experiences, and then return to his starting point with ―All right, where were we?‖

Tales from the School

BOB LEISTER, for one, values sitting on the bank of the Oval while The Admiral delivered a combination of coach's talk, sermon, and comedy, all spiced with a war story or 2: "On a sunny spring day, that interlude with Mr. Paul Thompson made for a great couple of minutes out of our busy times."

Mostly, we thought of Mr. W. Boyce Ricketts as 1) teaching history (his was a narrative approach) and 2) running the Dining Hall. But WBR also was a sometime basketball coach who gave of himself to students. Two tales follow on that giving.

TOM CLARK recalls the time when an anonymous ‗49er fouled basketball-scrimmage umpire Mr. Ricketts. The student's wild arm hit the whistle in the master's mouth, displacing 2 front teeth. We students may have laughed, but not History Man. The tall tale goes that no one ever saw WBR smile again.

BOB LEISTER remembers Mr. Ricketts as a referee for intra-mural basketball. One day he stopped the game to demonstrate differences between blocking and charging. He asked VAL RABE to run into him, which Val did, but not to WBR's satisfaction. "Hit me again," the 6'5" master said, and Val did, again to Coach's dissatisfaction. ―Come on Val, really hit me.‖ So Val went at it with gusto, knocking his elder to the floor. Coach had been hit right where he wore (underneath his sweatshirt) the whistle that dangled from his neck. First upshot: Val decisively had broken his teacher's rib. Second upshot: nothing, as this encounter never affected Val‘s final mark in American History (which, incidentally, Val went on to teach at college).

Of course we ‗49ers reveled in stories about teammates, e.g., basketball‘s DAVE SEEBER‟S fast breaks, hockey‘s JOHN RICE‟S out-fakes of enemy defenses, BOB HAYMANS‟ snagging football passes high over his head; cross-country‘s TOBY MAXWELL‟S setting a home-course record on his birthday, JIM TRUETTNER‟S hurling a 4-hit game to trounce Centerline, MILT MATTER serving as the model for the sketch of the Aim High insignia on our sweatshirts, TAL JONES‟ knockout drops and fast dribbles, and so forth. Shooting hoops, and shooting the bull about shooting hoops and other pursuits, helped us connect.

Today, what‘s the story with our bases attempted, rescued, and won? Evidence is only anecdotal, but maybe as one ‘49er recently emailed another who‘s also no longer nimble, ―it seems we‘ve definitely entered the shaky years.‖ Yet, as in a note VAL RABE'S family found posted on his desk, "Never regret growing old -- it's a privilege denied to many."

TOM PETERSON remembers placing a slow-fusing firecracker in a wastebasket at the intersection of halls on the first floor of Page. Seconds after he'd scurried back into his room, the loud explosion resounded. Tom then returned to the hall, "shocked, shocked." Soon after, as "The Admiral" hurried towards the spent firecracker and the knocked-over wastebasket, Tom asked Mr. Paul Thompson, "What on earth was that?"… The culprit never was found.

Tales from the School

C ‘49

Reflecting on the Cranbrook experience that overall he values as more pleasant than unpleasant, JOHN HOLDSWORTH recalls being summoned one day to our Headmaster‘s Office. He was there to get a pep talk after having being in 'Solitary C' (does the School still have that confinement, he asks?). John no longer is sure what his particular peccadillo was; it may have been that he had been caught smoking in the basement of Page Hall. Anyway, while waiting at the counter outside The Brooke's (The Reverend W. Brooke Stabler) office, John couldn't help but notice a manila folder with his name on it.

The nub of John's tale is what happened next. "Notwithstanding that some of the administrative staff were bustling about, curiosity got the best of me (yes, this tale doesn't reflect too well on me) and so I opened the folder to examine the top sheet. It was an evaluation of me by the music master, Mr. Robert Bates, whom I had always regarded as a very nice gentleman. I had never taken a class from him, but I did sing in Iolanthe in the ‗47-‗48 year. Mr. Bates wrote that I was superficially pleasant and amiable -- but though he had tried, he'd found it difficult to like me. You can understand that I was really startled because I'd enjoyed Glee Club and singing under him. And as far as I knew, I was well-behaved and worked reasonably hard.

"At that time, I resolved to develop a greater ‗depth of superficiality' so whatever character flaws I had would not be too obvious. Strangely, I never bore him any ill will for his remarks and he was always unfailingly pleasant to me. It is one of my regrets that I never had the courage to ask him what he found objectionable about me. I would honestly have been interested in his response, yet I could never figure out how to do it without revealing how I came upon the information.

"One lesson," John continues, "that this episode taught me was to be very careful about what I put into writing about anyone who worked for me over the years. There's really no such thing as completely confidential information. I only wish that I'd had more time to have read what each of the masters thought of me. I'm sure that I would have read it closely." John also wonders whether the rest of us were aware the faculty apparently kept dossiers on each of us.

One weekday evening, after faculty wives and masters had left the Page Hall Commons Room coffee klatch, for some reason (that no one anymore remembers), a group of dorm residents there stripped 'JOE ANONYMOUS,' a classmate. Well, not completely stripped - 'Joe' did retain his shoes and socks. What's a chap to do then, but to walk briskly and purposefully to his room in Stevens Hall? (Remember how we weren't supposed to run in the Halls?)

En route, he happened to pass Mr. Paul Thompson in the first-floor crossroads of halls in Page. Surprised and naturally curious, "The Admiral" simply said, "Good evening, 'Joe.‖ Joe' replied, evenly, "Good evening, Admiral," and kept on walking. After telling this story at reunions for years, BOB LEISTER holds that "The Admiral's" response was perfect. "Joe' was already embarrassed enough, so why add to that?"

Tales from the School

JOHN LEWIS told one of the School's authority figures, "I plumb forgot." No one remembers what minor thing Jack forgot, but the modifier 'plumb' appreciatively was picked up later by others, usually in a short form, e.g., ―I plumb believe it" (DICK ALLEN), "Yes, I plumb did" (TOBY MAXWELL, confirming that he'd paced Roger Bannister in the '52 Olympics).

En route to the second-floor Assembly Hall, we climbed a spiral staircase and passed under a statue of the Greek philosopher Diogenes. He glared down at us, lamp in hand, still on his daytime search for an honest man. Our legend was that Senior Prefects alone had access to the adjacent door that led up to the top of the Tower. When not scrubbing the Plaque, allegedly LEISTER, F. SMITH, BALZ, SEEBER, RICE, and SPOEHR met there to weigh Diogenes's claim that virtue is best revealed in action, not theory.

"There was excitement in the air about cars," TOM CLARK recalls about living near what was then the world's automotive capital. "On the occasional Saturday afternoon, some of us might pile into a dayboy's car or (rarely) a daygirl's car. We'd cruise into Birmingham with a real sense of freedom." DICK TOWNSEND also remembers driving down Woodward Avenue, car radio blaring out 'On the Sunny Side of the Street.' Our top weekend destination, he says, was "Detroit's best burlesque theatre. Afterwards we'd drink a Vernors."

Each of us occupied an Eliel Saarinen chair like the one here every School day. For several of the long-time boarders, that meant over 3000 meals and just as many noontime announcements by Head Prefects. Since the masters who lived on Faculty Row did not usually come to breakfast, seniors then could occupy one of the fancier head-of-table chairs with armrests. Also remembered: MR. CONDIT had a participatory technique for distributing extra goodies (e.g., a piece of meat, a fruit). At his signal, interested parties would show 1 to 5 fingers. If the total number was, say 16, Merrell would do a round-robin, starting with a student to his left, counting round and round the table until he reached that designated number (presto! the winner). Decades later, as masters at our own dining tables, some of us used this same technique, but without the flair. When faculty families joined us for suppers, MR. SCHULTZ called his kids not by name but by "Son Number 1" and "Son Number 2." Once in a while one of us was thrown out of the Dining Hall for misbehavior. Thus MR. HOFFMAN excommunicated a '49er who, looking down at his pudding, stole a line from a radio comedian to say, "I see something in that pudding and it sees me." Being thrown-out was a badge of honor for the offender.

"JIM GAECKLE kept telling me," HARRY NELSON recalls, "that Schoolboy Humor Carleton was a wonderful liberal arts college. So at the very last minute, maybe as late as June '49, I applied, got accepted, and found there the same sort of great teachers and great characters (like Mr. Floyd Bunt and Mr. Bill Schultz) that I'd admired at School."

ROSS LAVERTY says he felt he was neither popular nor athletic. Some students devised a game at meals: they would speak to a boy from his right, while an accomplice on his left took his bread and butter. Ross says, ―Once or twice I noticed my bread seemed diminished. The next time I was addressed, and noticed movement on my left, I moved my fork quietly into my left hand and stabbed it down into the table. I missed the hand by my bread plate, but I had no further problems with my bread.‖

DAVE OSNOS cherished the Latin class where one morning, Mr. Howard Wert was describing details of Roman history during Cicero and Julius Caesar's era. Sitting with his back immediately in front of a blackboard, another student picked up a piece of chalk and, without turning around and with amazing dexterity, wrote quite legibly behind his back on the blackboard, "I don't give a damn." Seeing the inscription, Mr. Wert smiled broadly and said, "Burt, you don't have to," and continued on with his lecture.

WALT DENISON reminded us that we always looked out for each other. Like when he would stand look-out while DICK BRECK would meet girlfriends over in the boathouse. For his part in another narrative, Breck said he witnessed other guys getting stuck in those steam tunnels en route to Kingswood. Did anyone make it?

JOHN HOLDSWORTH recalls Mr. Holland Sperry telling a class about a problem he and some vets had while consulting for a large poultry Between tellers and farmer in Michigan. Apparently many of that farmer's birds were afflicted receivers, we had exchanges about each with coccidiosis of the comb, rendering the birds sick and unsalable. At other, the junior class, Michigan State, veterinarians had developed a treatment mixing the Headmaster, sulfanilamide into a paste and applying it to the afflicted chickens' combs. pornography, food, This technique seemed to work well when there were only a few chickens - bodily functions, sex, - but for large numbers the process was time-consuming. And many of the cigarettes, chapel, and the sine-cosine - chickens didn't like the pasty stuff on their heads: they would scratch it off minooooos rumba. We and then molt. also joked when the stench of a dead duck, Mr. Sperry‟s solution was elegant and simple. He noted that during cannily placed beneath their normal activities the chickens would flap their wings and scatter a the master's stand, lot of sawdust and wood shavings which lined their cages' floors. What he caused the cancellation suggested was that the sulfanilamide powder be mixed with those of a Study Hall. And shavings and sawdust so that in a sense they'd dose themselves as they although we were cheeky enough to mock the very flapped their wings. Remember how our biology teacher was very self symbol of our School, the effacing. He did not volunteer that he had the idea until a student image of that archer and specifically asked him, and then he shrugged it off. John has never his aiming guideline forgotten that incident and has tried (without universal success, he says) linger with us yet. to emulate that sort of approach in his own career.

C ‘49

JIM TRUETTNER thought he could write good enough -- after all, he'd won the Scholarship Award in Second Form, a year with a heavy number of mandatory preparations of book reviews, compositions, and history reports. But Mr. Templin Linklider, not all that impressed with Jim's prose in his Third Form English class, quietly went to work, unyieldingly putting Jim through all sorts of literary paces. Says the 49er: "Any skill I have today in writing reports, I have to attribute to what Temp did back then -- for and to me."

WALT DENISON reminisced that we didn't always endear ourselves to our masters. Walter cited, as an example, the Amateur Night that he, DICK BRECK and DICK TOWNSEND dressed up as Indians singing ‗Flagstaff City Fred‘ to the tune of 'Sioux City Sioux.' The next day, when Walt passed Mr. Fred Dockstader (pictured here, several years before his death) on campus, "The Chief," our tough wrestling coach, said (with a smile), ―I‘ll get you for that!‖. Other songs in the skit included "We're Poor Cranbrook Masters who Have Lost Our Pay," "Let Us Call You Boyce," "No One is Politer than Mr. Eddie Snyder in the Library," "Floyd Is The Face In the Misty Light," and so forth. Most memorable line, from GUNTHER BALZ: "What we need is institution, constitution, and prosperity." Those 17 singers took First Place, but because the Administration couldn't handle the group's then-daring name ("Hot Rod Joyboys"), the trophy recorded the winners as "Prefects" (which some singers were not).

TOBY MAXWELL spoke on the "fatherly influence" of Rev. W.B. Stabler (our Head did "a truly remarkable job.")... 'Round about that salute, 'twas the Summer of '49 and we were taking flying lessons (PHIL PLEXICO: "I've even flown solo"), puttering around (HOWIE KATES: "I worked behind a dishwasher and drove taxis"), making the rounds of U.S. skeet fields (TOM TOMLINSON: "My dad and I won 5 trophies"), earning 50¢ an hour (DAN TAYLOR: "I did general clean-up in a grocery"), attending barn dances (FRED NOVY: "I had fun in Canada's north"), hitch-hiking (FRED MEAD: "I traveled with every known form of human"), and otherwise building character (the rest of us).

VAL RABE wanted us to believe another tale involving F. J. Dockstader, our breakfast master when he was not teaching history, advising the rifle club, finishing his PhD, preparing to become the Director of the Museum of the American Indian, and so forth. Interfering with Val‘s early- morning process, F.J. caused the first-floor Marquis resident to miss breakfast. Specifically, the Marquis master locked the 6th former, who was wearing only a shower towel, out of his room at 7:25 am, a bare 5 minutes before breakfast. (Val -- quartered on the 1st floor of Marquis -- had honed his time to a precise 9 minutes to get-out-of-bed, dress-up, and travel-to-seat-in-the-dining- hall.)... In addition, Val wanted us to believe he once saw a camera poke through his 1st floor Marquis window while he was reading the Sunday funnies in his P.J. bottoms. A female voice said, ―Oh look Henry, a typical boy‘s room!‖ Val also claimed to have explored certain steam tunnels in search of the legendary passage to Kingswood.

A couple classmates remembered BILL SHULEVITZ's mother baking the world's most wonderful apple cake. It was always good after a particularly awful school meal like, say, creamed chipped beef... Perhaps fueled by her food, Bill scored highest on Time's annual Current Events Quiz. A few thereafter called him 'Cover Boy.'

C ‘49

All during Mr. Floyd Bunt‟s chemistry course and despite rigorous study, JACK SPOEHR never scored higher than a high C on pop quizzes (generally introduced with a ―Take out a sheet of paper and write the following test.‖). When the results of the final exam were unveiled, MARTIN HANNA was literally weeping because he only had a 99%; Mr. Bunt had had to deduct 1% over some detail. Seeing that Martin was distraught, Mr. Bunt told him ―For Pete‘s sake, Martin, look at Spoehr – he finally broke through to 81%.‖ Jack is not sure Martin cared much about that comparison – Martin is the one who got the As at Harvard in courses that were Jack‟s major while Jack pulled Bs or Cs. ―But,‖ as Jack says about a master who provoked him to appreciate the physical world inside each of us and all around us, ―Mr. Bunt had tried his best to console Martin... While I have the floor, let me salute the faculty wives like Mrs. Bunt. Boarders dined in that double-vaulted hall with them. The word was, they were always always supportive. That's no tall tale."

Recalled from another of those sunny spring days in '49: 10 minutes after winning the quarter-mile at an Interstate League track meet at school, DAVE OSNOS collapsed. He went directly home and lay absolutely flat for a week. Problem: the mumps... Another Oval- related story concerns the awkward-looking scrimmagers in that bronze relief below Alumni Court. Presumably if our in-the-flesh football team ever had an all-win season, the sculptured figures would come to life and run onto the field in a cheer.

"It was a sunny day and a group of 5 or 6 of us were hanging out at the Senior Cabin,” RON BALLANTYNE starts his tall tale. ―At one point, I may have lit up -- after all, as President of the Smoking Club, I had to be a role model. As we ambled back up the hill from the Senior Cabin, we spotted a bus with the logo of Cleveland University Schools; its football team was unloading. (Next day, those little buggers beat us, 42-0. Grba was beyond grumpy.) Then we met some guys from our Glee Club, out strolling along, booming a chorus from Pinafore, which Master Bates then was directing. Soon we saw a couple dayboys who wanted to take us to Ross‘s drive-in for a shake. But Uncle Hubie, The Admiral, and Womby had stacked the Un-Sat and D List, thus grounding most of the boarders in our group. Pete‘s Store was closed; Ev had left his barber chair for the day, so a handful of us trudged into Stevens to talk endlessly about pretty Kingswood girls who wear saddle shoes, pleated skirts, and cashmere cardigans. We mused about Harlem Nocturne and the Delphoi. It was an awesome day... I was reminded recently of that time by hearing again the old tunes and fashions at http://oldfortyfives.com/DYRT.htm.

Tale from Beyond the School Post-Cranbrook, MILT MATTER pursued a story of treasure hidden in mountains by Incas, to keep Spanish from taking it. With Cranbrook loyalty, DENISON, BRECK and BEN LOWELL graciously offered to help Milt spend it: they formed a Michigan corporation to extract the several million in Inca gold. In this yearbook's profile, Breck modestly fails to mention that this filing of incorporation papers was his greatest legal accomplishment. Matter, on the other hand, concerned about his classmates' mountaineering capabilities, never developed a level of trust sufficient to show them the "X" that marks the spot on his map. The treasure remains where Inca General Ruminahui buried it 500 years ago.

III. LIONS IN THE SUN?

We were neither first nor last to use the Fountain as a prop. Compared, however, to a later class's members who rolled up their trousers and waded right in, we were inhibited. Tamely we convened before the spring water had even flowed.

Yet unlike other students, our whole gang did convene at our central Cranbrook place. What follows is a search for later common ground...

It's another day, another suit. Month before Commencement, we're looking invincible and feasting on life's possibilities. But what lie ahead? According to social scientists, the depression and fears of middle age probably awaited, for "Generally people are happiest towards the beginnings and ends of their lives."

20 Questions Though eyes grow dim, three sets of impertinent, cheesy questions arise. They're posed to bolster our impulses to reunion this June 5-7. For we’ve reached an age that looks back, compares notes, and sums-up. Put another way, 20 queries are offered as "starters‟ for us a) to retrieve memories when, as youth, we were still not fully developed, b) to follow-up on -- and to face-up to – our full-blooded middle years, and c) to bring forward today our demons as well as our graying dispositions.

Days of Fresh Air in the Rain & the Sun 1) Whatever became of those standing beside you in the 2-page spread above? What of those who, alphabetized by row, sat beside you for years in Assembly? Or those with you for forbidden dawn dips in Jonah? 2) If you read Maugham‘s Of Human Bondage in Senior English, did you react as Pete Simpson did, i.e., ―What? No attractive heroine? No happy ending? This isn‘t a text teachers would assign back home.‖ 3) In his novel Widow for One Year, John Irving‘s narrator discerns a ‗masturbatory smell‘ in the dorms at an eastern prep school. Surely Stevens, Page, and Marquis didn‘t have that smell too, did they? 4) Like kids today often say about their high-school years, was your time there ―the worst years of your life‖? 5) When you hauled your sorry ass back as an alum and saw one of our Masters, did you hit it off easily? 6) Like Whitfield in backwoods Colorado, like Balz in France, like Osnos in D.C. where a classmate worked right next door, and like Spoehr on a cross-country flight, did you ever unexpectedly run across another '49er?

We don‟t ride statues anymore. Or wear a „C‟ letter or a pillow. Or „head‟ many soccer balls.

Missing (besides women, blacks, Asians, et al.): Balz, Broder, Hatton, Heffley, Lowell, Mead, Moreno, Murray, Orth. A. Smith, and Spoehr. We should've asked photographer Harvey Croze to wait til they showed up. Note the 'cool' upturned collars of Osnos and Breck.

Follow-Up, Follow-Up, Follow-Up 7) If you knew then what you know about life now, would you‘ve chosen a different college major? A different university? Like Truettner with Williamstown, did you contemplate retiring to your university‘s town? 8) The inevitable ‗What If‘ question: what if you‘d thereafter fought for, or fled, a different series of jobs? When your vocational aim faltered, did you suck it in and make the best of your situation, OR did you somehow chuck it all for an alternate reality? 9) What personal fault have you disliked most about yourself? As in that song we kept hearing in the '60s, "Try to remember/the kind of September/When you were callow fellow." 10) Like Kelsey serving as Don Jones' Best Man and Townsend as Rabe's, did you witness '49er weddings? And if a classmate went into the same line of work as you, did you contact them? Any response? 11) Have you found, as one of us recently observed, ―The hardest, most detailed, intimate, frustrating work we ever do is to transform ourselves from children into parents. Nobody ever gets it quite right"? And while we're at it, did a kid of yours marry into New York high society? (Jill & Yale Bernstein's doctor son did.) 12) For your work, did you ever get a rave review like "Broder combines a storyteller's delight in complicated predicaments with a painter's eye"? Or as Bohon did in the TCU Magazine? He was dubbed ―the quintessential Professor – forever pacing, lecturing without notes, lurching into the classroom in disheveled clothes, wild hair flying, making quick, illegible scribbles on the blackboard; naming key players in ancient Chinese dynasties... I loved Dr. B's style and intellect.‖ Or as Hanna did among appreciative peers with his math-important work on second-order elliptic operators in polyhedra.

Nor do we glee-club much. Or select a Class Gift. And how often do we ham it up on lower fields?

13) Who among us gained the most power, wealth, fame, and fun? Discuss. a) About power, it‘s impossible to judge. General Matter, Captain Murray, and Commander Tomlinson commanded. Judge Breck had reward and coercive power to set men free (as when, in Dr. Kevorkian's first trial, he ruled that assisted suicide was not a crime). Drs. Crosby, Nelson, Gaeckle, Koch, and Maynard Smith had the power to heal; so did Biggers and Peterson, working in the church and Jungian psychology. As far as we know, Allen, Ballantyne, Balz, Butterfield, Hirt, Lowell, Macomber, Rice, Shulevitz, and others had creative power, guiding their companies. And so forth. (That catchall ‗and so forth‘ is important since we each had assorted kinds of power.) b) Also, trying to estimate our classmates‘ fiscal wealth is a crap shoot -- although we infer that Balz BUTTERFIELD (on the short list again) did OK with his company. Gordon, Hatton, Plexico, and Truettner thrived in helping clients in the investment realm while Esch, Haymans, Lewis, Don Jones, Webb, et al. classmates may not have had gigabucks but still could wear silk shirts and have pricey addresses. (Of course, many types of wealth exist, and the rich can be intellectually interested in their work.) c) And fame? Let‘s face it, none of us exactly became household names -- but remember how in a Crane poll 60 years ago, 13 masters projected Maxwell, Osnos, and Beyers as the ‗most likely to succeed‘ (whatever their definition of ‗success‘ was). Those first 2 both made it into Who‘s Who, while Beyers rated a laudatory front-page column in the Wall Street Journal after he was eased out of his longtime job by the university president who was furious that newsman Bob publicized incriminating facts about Stanford. And we can't forget that facilitating vital things for communities brings tons MAXWELL of strong local fame, state-wide regard, and within-profession honor too, as has been won by Broder, Clark, Denison, T. Jones, Leister, F. Smith, Spoehr, Whitfield, et al. BEYERS d) Fun? Did Heffley and Lowell, each the owner of a single-engine plane, grab the most enjoyment by flying their machines (sometimes over the School while carrying '49ers)? Or was it Tompkins with his wife Socorro, 3 kids, many patents, and art shows in a California gallery? Or Laverty, mastering altogether new musical skills after retirement? Or Mead with the rural lifestyle in Southwest Ranches, Florida? Or the 7 profs, like Pete Simpson, who published widely? All things considered, maybe it was, and is, You. SPOEHR SIMPSON Hey, the “Distance Enchanted” Is Now 14) Likely as a teen-ager, you used to laugh at least 15 times a day. Do you still? 15) What‘s the human quality that you‘ve come to value most, e.g., honesty, empathy, dependability, ability to laugh at oneself, what? When do you prefer pleasing falsehoods over unpleasant truths? 16) You love your wife, and she loves you. But after all these years, do you even know her clothes size? 17) Do you think you could have ever been married to, or in a long-term relationship with, someone having radically different socio-political views from your own? 18) Like Breck, do you enjoy summers at your cottage on a nude beach? To take the opposite tack, what commonly relished pursuits do you regard as a waste of time, e.g., cards, golf, watching TV, what? 19) OK, let‘s get down now to the nitty-gritty: on occasion as a septuagenarian, do you piss in the shower? 20) As the days dwindle down to a corny few, do you ever run into the guy who used to be you?

Bonus Question: What advice for Cranbrook‘s Class of ‗09? For a recent Reunion, 16 members of the Class of ‗55 offered a mix of guidelines. A few follow: “Pick a mate of equal intelligence with parents who appreciate you.” ―Remember that whatever upset you at Cranbrook will be out there in the real world -- but this time you will have to deal with it creatively.” “The highest motive is the service of God and man” (quoted from Commencement Address given to ‘55ers in June ‗55, possibly echoing the talk Bishop Emrich gave us June 11, ‗49). “Know your potential by venturing carefully but surely into areas beyond your known limits” (suggested by Dwight Davis, son of our Hubie Davis). “Life is not a journey to the grave with the intent of arriving safely in a pretty, well-preserved body. Rather, the point is to slide in broadside, thoroughly used-up, totally worn-out, and loudly proclaim, „Wow, what a ride.‟”

Overheard: '09er: If you're giving us grandfatherly tips, thanks. But you're giving us advice for a world that's not going to be ours. We'll graduate aware of the world's awful inequities. Only sayin'. ‗49er: We're hoping you'll grasp those truths that come with the triumph of age. We've been 'round the block. ‗09er: We respect your folk wisdom. Yet we know that general advice often takes little account of differences in character and circumstance. 49er: Point taken. You know, it could be we've more to learn from you '09ers than you could ever learn from us.

Advice From the Past: Firmly written in green ink, this prescription on the inside cover of a '49er's Yearbook, amid 63 of those "Hang in there, Sport" notes that we used to scribble to each other as Summer approached: "Good luck in all fields, especially the one I hope you'll experiment with this Summer. Hope you know what I mean. It will give you inspiration. (signed) Mac"

Goings On

You Did That After Cranbrook? On a recent rainy afternoon, by email 3 ‗49ers tried identifying anomalies about members of our class, living and dead. Our focus was on classmates‘ deviations from expectations that were in the air about the time we graduated. Yes, our data base is pitifully limited and [full disclosure], no one has ever called us infallible -- and so our enumeration may be more of a provocation than a fair report. Take a look anyhow.  Number in our ranks who remotely fulfilled Fred Mead‘s ‗Cranium‘ forecast for what we‘d do in the future: 3.  Number of us who worked 5 hours each morning to help build a house in Center Sandwich for Mr. Condit (the work was done during parts of our east- coast universities‘ summer breaks, and afterwards these ‗49ers swam, shot .22 rifles, horsed-around, and went square-dancing): 4. (Subsequently Merrell freely loaned that empty and renovated house to another '49er for a week of honeymooning.)  Number known to use another given name or a variation of what we knew them by: 6  Number known to have taken an advanced degree after mid-career: 4.  Number of ‗49ers who regularly walked to U of MI. Grad-School classes with Mr. Coulter: 1.  Number who couldn‘t remember Mr. Hoey‘s name when encountering him outside Michigan in ‗56: 1.  Number who are bridging, through marriage, national cultures: 3.  Number known to be life-long bachelors: 0  Number known to have married a marriage/family counselor: 1.  Number who sailed on a schooner from California to Hawaii, there hoping to see classmate Army Smith (also a sea-faring enthusiast): 2  Number who encountered and chatted in '63 with Mr. Dockstader at O'Hare Airport: 1  Number who discussed their re-readings of Kafka at our 15th Reunion: 2  Number who started a swimming-pool business: 1.  Number known to be in a garage band: 0.  Number known to have a child who is an Episcopal priest licensed to preach at Cranbrook: 1.  Number of working engineers in class: 2-3, despite high demand for such pros.  Number interviewed for Wild Man, a critical biography of Dan Ellsberg C‗48: 8.  Number who probably still regard spaghetti as a favorite meal: 0.  Number known to have collected wine: barely 2 now.  Number who have revealed a tattoo or body-piercing at a Reunion: 0.  Number who sense an emergent Hegelian synthesis of capitalism and socialism in the U.S.: possibly 44.  Number, as of 1/1/09, who had gone online to https://schools.cranbrook.edu/hof/ to leave a remembrance on a long - serving master: 1.  Number who sang all of "The Boar's Head in Hand, Bear I" at a Library Board's Christmas Party: 1  Proportion who appear to weigh as much now as at Cranbrook: judging solely from the preceding photos, maybe as much as 60 percent! (Where‘s the heft?)  Number who have held one job continuously for almost 60 years: 1.  Number of eulogies known to have been delivered by a '49er about another member of our class: 4, so far. Come to Reunion to challenge and to supplement our provisional answers. Also invent your own categories and bring along your own list of known ‘irregularities’ of classmates. Prizes will be awarded for our cohort’s most marked departures from routine, post-Cranbrook.

We Came, We Saw, We Conquered (almost)

C ‘49

One „49er‟s Commencement Address by Pete Simpson, June 11, „99

Thank you, Dr. Siebert, trustees, distinguished faculty, honored guests, parents, and loved ones of the Class of ‗99, and the Class of ‗99, the last class to graduate from this School in this century. It‘s an honor to address you today! "Jerusalem." I haven't heard that song -- the whole thing with both verses -- for 50 years. And it took me the whole year I was here to learn it. Just in time for Commencement. It has a great line -- "Chariots of Fire" -- and recently there‘s been a movie, a terrific flick called by that name, ―Chariots of Fire." Have you seen it? Let me tell you a little bit about it. I mean, what would you rather do now, listen to nothing but advice? Or, Every classmate has, especially fellow-boarders, talk about a movie? has a vivid memory for me. Let me introduce a few: "The Saint," a photogenic devil, now a judge; So here's the first scene. It opens in a church in Rice, "The Prefect," a big heart is still one of the England, almost exactly like this one in best of us; "Macomber," handsome, athletic, Michigan. There are a bunch of old strong; admired then and now; Leister, ―the goats, kind of like me and my classmates Captain‖ whose gift was leading while being one of sitting down there, the Class of ‗49. In the rest of us; Murray, fun-loving possessor of the the movie, it's a commencement widest grin at school; Laverty, adroit on the ceremony just like this. While these old wrestling mat; McGowan, piano man and actor; men watch the graduation proceedings, in the Schulvitz, an active New Yorker now, then the middle of it, they look at each other and the screen head of the Store Committee I was on; Biggers, fades as they remember when they were younger. also a keyboard man, but with church music; my And there they are, young men running along a old ―roomie,‖ the very good Dr. Matter; ―Walt," deserted beach, kind of like you and your the Big Game Hunter; Kelsey, "the Go-Getter"; classmates also sitting down here in front of me, Bob Beyers, ―the Uncorruptible Reporter with the Class of ‗99. In that same spirit, let the Camera‖; another Bob, Haymans, a wise man in camera fade now briefly from you and your our Christmas Pageant and a bass standout in our classmates over to me and my classmates. Show Glee Club; ―Tommy Tomlinson, ―The Boss on the yourselves, '49ers. Raise your hands… Look at Aircraft Carrier;‖ Tom Clark, ―the Organizer;‖ 'em, not your hands… Look at the '49ers. Turn Seeber, baseball captain for 2 years, a rare honor; around. There you are in 50 years. Scary, isn't it? We‘re kind of like Obi-Wan Kenobiin the first Star Wars. But, he still had a light saber -- and so do Toby, then ―The Runner,‖ now the world‘s top oil we. Right, ‗49ers? (flourish light saber) There's analyst and in the ‗70s the coiner of the term life in the old boys yet! Say it! Right? I don't want ‗energy crisis‘; Val, even then the Teacher, these '99ers to think we‘re a bunch of "wooses." skeptical when anyone pitches outright guff, but Yet like the Star Wars epic, we meet the old Obé agreeable when someone demonstrates the life of Wan first and we know beforehand what the the mind, qualities that facilitated his being young Obé Wan will turn into. So, what we saw in named in 1971 as 1 of America's Outstanding the first episode was Obé Wan's future. That's Educators; Dave Osnos, ―the Big Deal in what these '49ers represent, gentlemen. They're Washington‖ -- we recognized he was smart then; not your past. They're your future. we tried to steal his notes.

The „49er As Obé Wan

And on through the others and their real bodies, very souls. Is that wretched cut-off names and nicknames – they called me routine still in play? -- The Editors] "Hosenose" and I'll never know why. (turn And then there was Warren. He's not here full profile) today, so we can talk about him. I warned him I would. Back then, he would make us Now, I know things have changed from ‗49, laugh just looking at him. He was very even though the grounds, this church, and clever, and so he was always the center of this ceremony are the same. Still, what I attention. We never thought he'd get want to know is this: where was co- serious. But now he's a pediatric physician education when we so desperately needed in Oklahoma City. Which one of you in the it? Sure, the girls' school had dances, but class of ‗99 is our beloved Warren Crosby?" Which one of you is ―Scurvy‖ Bohon, the distinguished professor, with the level- headed perspective that historians seek? (point) You're sitting in his seat. Ben, a big man on campus, now a big man in business. Which one then is going to be "The Bear," the businessman? That's his seat. Which one of you is going to be like ―Big Bill‖ Chisholm, one of the first academics of our class to have a book published, and thereafter an authority in his university otherwise Kingswood Lake wasn't a lake -- it domain. was the great Wall of China and you'd cross In our year, we had 2 foreign students. I the bridge on pain of death. I can remember don't know what became of Vic, and Bill Bob Hoffman standing (Guillermo). But I do know that at least 1 on that same bridge, American in our class became a citizen of making sure the cross- another country. My friends in Canada tell county runners didn't me that up there he‘s supervised a record break ranks and bolt for number of prize-winning dissertations. the girls at Kingswood. Which one here then is the quiet, brilliant, dual-national Dick? Dave Koch, another one of us, tried it on his And which one of you is me? And which own more than once. I remember, in order one of us is you? to fortify himself, he had a bottle hidden at I had a wonderful experience at this School - the old Greek Theater. Old Dave was a little -coming from cowboy country and summer ahead of us in the ways of the world. I ranch work outside of the little town of remember he used to say, "Remember, you Cody, Wyoming. But I'm still not sure I don't have to drink to have fun, but why took enough advantage of this privilege. In take a chance?" the middle of my first semester here, my Dad asked the headmaster how many [Back briefly to the girls of courses I was carrying and he said, "He's Kingswood. After a dance in the carrying 1 and he‘s dragging 5." I thought Little Gym, we'd walk our academics was medicine -- you had to hold Saturday-night dates over to your nose to swallow as fast as you could. Academy Road. There'd be a brief So you did so you could get back out with interval, and then Connie Teeter or another the gang and play. chaperone would blow a whistle, literally and But as it turned out, I learned in spite of figuratively. Obediently the girls would board myself because, as I realized later, their bus back to Kingswood, cutting short all Cranbrook in our time, just like now in your romancing that may have been on our minds, time, had some remarkable teachers. Teachers like Bob Bates who not only taught haven't had. Never take it for granted us how to appreciate music, but how to because the world out there won't let you make music. If he could teach me take it for granted. Their expectations of "Jerusalem" and "Chariots of Fire," he could you are higher than for others, because they teach anybody. He made us feel like adults think you're the best and brightest, and and just took it for granted we could sing. they're right. But today, who needs to think Why not? Of course! He even gave me a about that? I mean, it's Summer! Fifty little solo in a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta years is nothing when it comes to that. I we all sang in. I'd never sung a solo and I'll know what I was thinking: Girls, Summer, never forget the first rehearsal with the girls and how to cover up my pimples with a at Kingswood. I was so nervous. I sang the suntan. Because for all the things we may high part in falsetto – and the girls went not have in common, School is still School. crazy. Wow! I could see what Bob Bates Romance is still Romance and Summer is meant when he said, "Music will enrich still Summer. And Today. Man, today, for your life." all the bittersweet leaving of friends and Now, there's Bob Hoffman, right there. He partners, today is a day full of love, full of was a brand-new history teacher and I could joy – and full of parties! Remember, we tell in the first class, he was in a whole other alumni have been there but the difference is league from my old high-school we're also here and, from our own basketball coach and part-time history experience, we can tell you that every teacher. That wry humor, those probing decision you make from this day on, even questions. He opened up new vistas. I what are you going to do this very Summer, asked Chaplain Robinson will lead to what you eventually become. whether he's seen Bob There's no such thing as an unimportant recently. He replied that he'd decision. Just like there's no such thing as a had a cup of coffee with him "quick fix." Like I say, 50 years is nothing in and that Bob had told him his the scheme of things. True! Life is getting coffee was so strong it was longer for you and healthier. What we in doing "push-ups" in his cup. I the class of ‗49 want today, what all of us said, "That sound like Bob." And Ben want, is for you to arrive here 50 years from Snyder, there he is. I never had the good now feeling good about your life and the luck of having Ben as one of my teachers. decisions you've made. We're not talking My brother Al did and their friendship about a perfect life. No generation can pass continues to this day. Classes were lively, on a perfect world to the next. We're talking provocative, and stimulating and Ben, too, about a good life – a strong life, a is still here -- a beloved man. The Historian courageous life, and a satisfying life with all Laureate of this School and the founder of its obstacles, frustrations, triumphs, Upward Bound. These men have lived a life failures, sadnesses, and pleasures that come of special dedication and they believed in us in every life. as your young teachers believe in you. That Welcome to Adulthood makes all the difference! So now comes the advice. So, sit there and If teaching is going to be a future for some take it like men! Simpson's 8 Rules for a of you, take a good look at these remarkable Good Life. I learned 'em and I earned 'em men. If you haven't talked to them about men. So listen. their work, ask them what made their life ● Keep a grateful heart and be wise enough special and why they chose this profession. to know what your privileges are and be I'm glad they did, in my case, because as the thankful for them.. years went by, I came more and more to realize what a privilege it was to be here.  Self-gratification never completely Just as it is today. And, I can tell you it is a satisfies while self-sacrifice never fails to privilege the vast majority of your peers fulfill -- or as Indian spokesperson Corey Ten Boom put it, "If you get tired of your lot with your own special life. Build the in life, put a service station on it." communities you live in, and in doing so,  Peer pressure is always there; but you you can build a world where the Kosovos, can choose the peers you want to be the Columbines, Jonestowns and the pressured by. So choose those with worthy scandals and corruptions will recede more goals, worthy ambitions and worthy values. and more from the scene. So that in 50 years, you can say you took on the charge in  Blaming someone else for your mistakes the song that asks you to: or failures gets you off the hook; but it also robs you of the power to avoid similar "Bring your bows of burning gold, failures and mistakes in the future. Bring your arrows of desire, Bring your spears, O‟ clouds unfold!  Don't confuse making money, having an Bring your chariots of fire. expensive home and a nice car, or being And, do not cease from mental fight. famous with success. Success comes from Nor let your sword sleep in your hand relationships with family and friends and 'Til you have built Jerusalem making a difference in your community. In this green and pleasant land." The need to be a good citizen is a profound need. A life helping build your community in this day and age, that‘s a hero's life. "In my overview-of-  Do the job you're handed, however the-world menial or lowly, the very best you can -- and Commencement you may be astonished how far and how Address 20 years ago, high you end up going in your career and in a point I might have your life. made is that while the reasons for a descent

 Beware of hatred and envy. They of the Arab civilization corrode the container they come in. are many and diverse,  Keep a sense of humor. It is the key I believe the central solvent for life's abrasiveness. one is that the Quran was presented by I hope you haven't been counting because Prophet Muhammad I'm going to sneak in one more – the advice as the actual word of I got right here at my commencement 50 God, and therefore to years ago from one of my teachers, Boyce be obeyed forever in Rickets. He was sitting at the end of the unchanged form. For platform as diplomas were handed out and Muslims, this left little he said, "Keep moving." Some of the best 'wiggle room' such as advice I ever got. Jews and Christians had inherited in their We believe in you '99ers. We have great less-confined system hopes for you. Obé Wan could die in peace of 'rules.' The freedom because he saw great hope in his protégé. to adapt God's There‘s an inscription scrawled on the door enduring purpose to differing ages and to of the Great Cathedral of Notre Dame in changed conditions, Paris in the 18th century. Go see it someday denied to the Muslims, is the core reason (I if you get a chance. It says, "The World of would hold) for the Arabs' failure to keep up Tomorrow will belong to those who bring it with the modern world." the greatest hope." You '99ers carry the – Toby Maxwell, '49 light saber, bringing hope. – Grad Speaker in „89 So go out and build a Jerusalem in your – Looking back in „09 lifetime. Build it in your own special place C ‘49

What Mr. Stabler Didn‟t Tell Us

FOUR FORMS OF OUR LOVE

I ◄ Here we appear as the child, centered on ourselves. The emphasis on teamwork, dependability, and citizenship at Cranbrook helped us move beyond such

self-love dominating our character. Besides pushes and shoves from our

family, masters, and classmates, Kingswood girlfriends helped ground us then. Example: while dancing on the Little Gym’s floor, one in our cohort remembers a date who followed-up on one of his preening remarks with “Climb off your pedestal, Mr. X------.” In the lower-left corner, note a In the upper right corner, we see a

depiction of erotic love, where celebration of love for friends,

couples are carried away on waves including assorted ‘49ers. Other pals of sexuality. We assume that all have since swum into and out of our ‘49ers have regularly enjoyed that lives, but Cranbrook chums have sort of love since June, ‘49 (some been approachable and willing to before that). Demographers report help for as long as any. Over the that most of our generation have years, some of us have been lucky shagged in a car, and over a fifth in enough to watch at each others’ a kitchen. With regard just to weddings, to laugh and reminisce at members of Cranbrook's Class of meet-ups in each others’ places, to '49, however, no data on sexual together feel younger than our activities are directly available. Finally at bottom right we have a rough chronological ages, to trade playful representation of what the Greeks call insults with each other, and of agape. No, we don’t recall agape being course to regret that we’ve demonstrated down at the Schools’ Greek "somehow" lost touch. Theatre, yet over time we’ve come to know a love that's entirely spiritual. Maybe we can stretch that definition to include a love that's persistent, patient, and perceptive. In this vein, we’d marry the same woman we’re living with today, since agape is a love that recognizes the strengths and weaknesses of the other -- whether it’s hogging the covers, forgetting birthdays, overspending, whatever. We see others in full, and love them anyways. Agape, we’ve well learned, goes beyond self, friendship, and erotic love. Art by Lisa Brown

The „49er As Lover

Later Meet-Ups (In Color)

Our Data-Mobilizers put out feelers for photos of us getting together over the years (after our visits to each other at our various colleges). Clockwise from the top: Drinking thru the '40s, '70s, and '90s with Townsend, Rabe, Leister, and Beyers; a BEFORE/AFTER pair, first it's Kelsey and Whitfield, grooving in the mid-'60s, then it's Kelsey envying Whitfield's pony-tail in the late '90s; (in the '00s, a mustache was to replace that pony-tail); Matter and Tomlinson, observing other guests at Reception for our 50th; Ballantyne asking Wayne Lyon C '50 about his engineering and marketing experiences as President of 2 major corporations; Tomlinson (who's strolled over from swapping war-stories with Matter), looking with Denison and Kates at olden pictures of young-buck classmates; Balz and Osnos at the Lowells in the '60s, looking up from their schmooze (faced with space constraints, Sixty Yearbrook Graphics Man Tom Clark has photographically truncated the white tablecloth and dining table between them); Fred Smith and Peterson, coming together to attest that their heroines have evolved from Elizabeth Taylor to Mother Teresa; in '49 and later, as a hub of our community, what would barber Ev do with ponytails and beards? To Know A „49er

Remember the days -- miller Maxwell on track, Trimming his time, later on to China and Iraq. Peterson skiing through the north's quiet snow, Pitching that game, later Psychology he'd know... So begins a long poem about Cranbrook days intersecting with post-Cranbrook days, written by one of the women above (5 wives & 1 girlfriend of '49ers*). In multiple stanzas, Sue Rabe (center, back row) fuses characteristics of the 6 men on the other side of the camera, specifically linking what Toby M., Tom P., et al. did back in School to what they're doing in '00 (when Bob Beyers took this picture in Vermont). Generally Sue sees all '49ers, (those who attend Reunions and those who do not) as vigorously moving on after leaving (and certainly never stepping on) the Friendship Plaque. At the same time, Sue projects our whole group as valuing, if not dwelling on, elements of our common past. Her sane wrap-up expresses surprise over the pull that some continue to feel toward Cranbrook: ...What can we say about this dear motley bunch? Well, recognize now what has long been a hunch. That without them, we'd all be morose and bereft. But I think we know too, that they never quite left.

* As the start of a rough stand-in for varied enriching work brought off by all of our womenfolk, those behind-the-camera husbands married women who made (respectively) films, quilts, music, paintings, history as an ACLU president, and story-telling CDs. And, oh yes, our Class's 66+ wives heroically raised, or co-raised, our kids.

On The Table

At the kickoff for our 50th Reunion, Jack Spoehr & …On behalf of our Class, in symbolic appreciation for Tally (Card) Williams, K'49, are looking out the years of hosting our Friday night receptions on window from inside the Lowell‟s' house as Leister Reunion Weekends, and from fear that extracting brings in an end table. Previously Tally has learned money out of classmates might be a lost cause, Leister that Jack resides on Tally Lane while Jack in turn has had built and transported the cherry wood table for savored that Tally lives on Success Avenue... Louise and Ben Lowell. Today Bob reflects, "When Ben died before our next Reunion, I felt like I was lucky to have done it when I did."

YOU‟RE ALIVE! ARE YOU COMING?

FOR OUR 60TH, we'll again begin with friendly shout-outs at Louise Lowell's home. During the next 40 hours at various spots we once frequented, attentive audiences will assemble for even your most casual asides, rebukes, musings, and surprises.

Some probably will be '49ers who initially had planned to attend their grandchildren’s graduations elsewhere June 5-7. If we're lucky, in the end those classmates will rearrange their schedules to meet-up with that old gang of yours. Together, will we figure out where the soul goes when separated from (in words of our age cohort's John Updike) "this pond of bodily fluids and their slippery conduits"?

Goings On

C ‘49 Doggerel

THE BIG PICTURE of the whole School, Oct. 6, „48. We're an orderly group, with chins up and shoulders straightened, looking out over our site. About then, George Booth, our Schools' Founder, has his Detroit News reporters checking- out Cadillac's new tailfins, the Cleveland Indians' wins for the Series, & the hit song "I'm My Own Grandpa."

We‟re Men of Our Times Too Can be sung to the tune of ‗Oh My Darling Clementine‘

In a back row, there we‘re standing, senior classmen of forty-nine, Soon to be alums of Cranbrook, for we‘re nearing Commencement time.

In the fifties, now we're striving, getting used to our profession, As we muster, do we fluster that we're deemed "Silent Generation‟?

In the sixties, there are ladies lacing cookies with marijuana, There is pot, and much new music, for our New Nirvana

In the seventies, we are torn on our role in Vietnam‘s fate Some for War, some Anti-war (like Ellsberg forty-eight).

In the eighties, into computers, we bring 'em home for our range, While Feminists and Environmentalists say we have got to change.

In the nineties, we grow richer, incomes sometimes even double -- We‘re irrational in our exuberance; see no hint of fiscal Trouble.

Come this June, we‘re really seniors, hanging out, before we drop. Our Big Picture‘s now more global, and messier than the one atop.

Sundial, „49 “The Cycle of Life” Same Sundial, Today Our Sundial‟s Given Name

C ‘49

KEEPING TRACK, or WHAT I‟VE LEARNED ABOUT CAJOLING CLASSMATES Words and Color Photos by Walter Denison, January 15, 2009

A while ago, Dick Townsend asked me, as Class theme, real happy to say, we've got pictures of Secretary and one who‘s regularly been involved the Tower, the Fountain, and the 3 dorms we‘d like with the School since ‗45, to write an article. This to sell your article with.‖ may be the perfect day to do it. Today this part of When I hadn‘t delivered within a month, Dick Michigan, including the Cranbrook campus, has 8" asked me to comment on my 5 most favorite places of snow on the ground, the sun is rising, and the on campus. ―If, for instance, you placed a premium snow is sparkling as if diamonds have been cast on on our Pillars, could you get us a picture of them -- it. Will this moment inspire me to pull off Dick‘s names, Howie Kates' design of a covered wagon, assignment? Hope so. and all? There are no photos of them online." ―One topic,‖ Dick initially wrote, ―might be a mini- So, armed with my trusty walker (I was 2 weeks out history of our cohort, starting in ‘43 and leading up of hip surgery), for my 1st favorite place and my 1st to today.‖ Well, classmates, I wish it were possible picture, I trudged into the icy Alumni Court. In to gather, quickly codify, and interpret in a 2-pager winter, the Court‘s not the inviting place it is on a all the miscellaneous information that I could bright summer day with a warm breeze moving the muster from the Archives, past columns, old air. A fond summer memory is of that sacred scene: Cranes, etc. But I soon realized that‘s not possible. my son and I remember viewing, in the company of It took me 90 minutes just to go through 1 of my our Bob Hoffman, Ken‘s newly erected Class of ‗97 many Class files. It had gems like an original letter bronze plaque attached to the North Wall. from Ed Snyder to Dick (his preferred first name) Long story short: Tom Clark and Dick didn‘t like Breck. my photographs. I offered to keep on trying, but A couple weeks later, Townsend proposed that ―you they said they‘d stick with professional might want to characterize your interactions with photographers. Only in a big-time pinch would they ‗49ers over the years, perhaps even on a House-by- use my puny Pillar pictures. House basis? For instance, were Stevens guys more Later, when I still hadn‘t gotten it together, Dick faithful at sending in news than Tower guys? Did started goading me by sending potential ―hooks.‖ In Page alums pass on more info about other alums one, he had me reporting from Paris, France on than guys from Marquis? Walt, if you were to ideas I‘d picked up at an mythical Annual weave your story around that comparative Convention of thousands of class secretaries.

The Spartans, part of our entering Class, Fall '43. Which 6 made it all the way through to Cranbrook Commencement?

Cycle of (A Class Secretary's) Life

In another bid, Townsend asked me to write as From the day I entered right through to the day a hard-boiled detective, framing my account in she‘ll exit, our span will encompass 67 years. terms of an unfolding mystery: I‘d lurch There‘s a story worth developing on the around in a trench-coat, snooping from changes that our 3 generations have obscure and sinister stairwells at School, experienced -- but the vast topic didn't grab me searching for clues to missing classmates. Dick for a once-over. said he had a photo for that too. Weeks later, and still hearing nothing from me, a desperate-sounding Townsend phoned to ask if he could publish ―as a snapshot‖ my 1st alumni column. I recalled that it introduced Breck and me as the new Class Secretaries. To find it, I had to go to the School‘s Archives and lo and behold, the very 1st ‗49er column was 3 pages long. It mentioned each of us and undoubtedly is the longest, finest Class Notes ever written. It wasn‘t by me, however, but by Dick T. (2 pages) and Toby Maxwell (1 page). Their 2nd and 3rd columns were shorter but equally well written. I've often wondered how the Secretary's mantle fell to me. The 4th column, my own first entry, was an exceedingly limited snapshot. It covered playing base fiddle in a Dixieland band at Vanderbilt (Novy), becoming SAE pledge president at Michigan State (M. Smith), joining Alpha Tau Omega at Tyler Hewitt Wyoming (Simpson), finishing 4th in pre-flight The guy‘s right about mystery-solving as a class class (Tomlinson), traveling to Hudson Bay secretary‘s role. Helping round up classmates (Ballantyne, Matter), burning up the roads in for the 60th has been a stretch, but rewarding. New Hampshire (Rice, Truettner), and The payoff of moving Bill Broder from the marrying Sally (Bohon). Enough said. Deceased pages forward to our pages for Living Classmates was a high for our whole detective Two years ago, I had no responses to my calls team (with the Alumni Office‘s able assists). for news from classmates at all. Discouraged, I called Kathy Discenna at the Alumni Office, Many detective stories describe investigators‘ asking if she‘d ever had a Class Secretary routines, but frankly my procedures aren‘t all resign. Her reply was, ―Yes, 2 -- and both were that complex. Early on, to elicit data from you, sorry they did." That fixed it for me. So, ‗49ers, the double-postcard approach did not work you‘ll have to put up with me a while longer. well. Some of you wrote illegibly and your returned cards often were unsigned. After I It‘d be great if we could see you all at our 60th. began paying for return postage, we enjoyed a better turn-around. Eventually when I needed 3 Cheers news, I‘d simply pick 10 names and phone. If I With the deaths of Walt Denison's neighbors in got 5 hits, it counted as a good day. E-mail has Tradition Magazine, we‟ve lost 2 Class helped, and I love it when you give me your Secretaries whose columns on adjacent pages new addresses. we had reason to value. Reports over the years Later, still on my case, Dick wrote to propose a by Ken Wright '48 and Mike Redfield '50 were sociological-philosophical-pedagogical analysis droll, informed, and good-natured about men of the sojourn at Cranbrook of all of us we knew. Their passing reminds us how Denisons -- me, my brother, my 4 children, and fortunate we are to still have Community now my oldest granddaughter. She‘s K-2012. Organizer Walt steady, accomplished, and vibrant on the job.

The ReNEWed Crane Volume XXII Cranbrook School, February 14, 2009 No. 29

COMING RIGHT UP, just for ‘49ers A TOKEN CRANE FOR OUR 60th: FRIDAY, JUNE 5: Hotel Registration at Since our time, with the Clarion FIRST FOOT RALLY reduced rates, at Radisson Kingsley Inn, merger and as hinted by the front page Plans are afoot for a low-key 39475 N. Woodward, Bloomfield Hills, 800- miniaturized below, the art, pizzazz, and and goofy event modeled on car 333-3333; scope of our School's newspaper have rallies, a Foot Rally around increased exponentially. Face it, people, Cocktail Party, 5 p.m. chez Louise School. The hope is that it won‟t our Cranes in ‟49 were comparatively rain on that parade and that our Lowell,.Treasurer. Bob Leister will collect flat. Even so, it‟s unseemly to wrap up $30± for the subsequent dinner. Saturday morning participants will have entertaining trips down Dinner, 7:30, Thornlea, beside Brookside. memory lanes. For those who are At Christ Church, turn north from Lone Pine still mobile, the contest also will to 700 Cranbrook Rd. Afterwards, each „49er be a test of their abilities to will have a chance to story-tell – briefly – follow-up on instructions. about Life, School, Joy, Plans, Sore Feet, etc. For 75 minutes or so, this SATURDAY: Foot Rally, starting at the occasion will have 2-men Fountain beside the figures in color atop the competing teams, accompanied center of this page. 10:00 – 11:15 a.m..; by willing spouses. Each '49er team will have the same set of Memorial Service, 3:00 p.m., Alumni Court; written instructions to follow over a pre-determined route. Picture-Taking, 5:00 p.m. We'll meet for a Teams will be invited to walk group portrait on Page Hall Steps, near those whimsical faces also atop this page. If it our School‟s upper grounds independently, departing at set rains, convene in Dining Hall. our The ReNEWed Brook without at least intervals and striving to adhere SUNDAY: Breakfast, 9 a.m., Deli, Kingsley. a token nod at what was after all the exactly to the course. Scattered physical bulk of that Brook, i.e., those 27 throughout the route will be weekly Cranes that follow our checkpoints where teams will be yearbook‟s accounts of seniors, sports, asked to decipher clues and houses, activities, faculty, and so on. A decode somewhat cryptic Brook without the presence of our instructions. To prove that they newspaper is a Brook that‟s incomplete. have covered the whole loop, Absent, and thus different, in this teammates will need to jot down abbreviated „09 issue are features such answers to maybe as many as 25 as Under the Tower (WBS‟s sermonic questions. column, our Crane’s least-read item), A possible question: “Once Sports Shots, Letters, and Pro & Con you turn left, what‟s the date on (the paper‟s most-read mainstay). Milles‟ statue of those 2 dogs?” Through stories in „04‟s The (That‟s where Breck, Gaeckle, ReNEWed Crane, however, our Class and Denison were photographed Tyler Hewitt already has been there, done that. after pomp and circumstance.) Winter shadows encroach on Alumni Court (more, page 4)

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“Then there's the time-travel twist, as in 'Peggy Sue Got  Married.' She‟s transported from her 25th reunion back to insecure adolescence. It‟ll be easy for us to adapt that plot  for you too. With a soundtrack of hits from the „40s, we‟d Much as a film was put together of stories recounted at show '49ers sizing-up crucial decisions they made 60 our Class Dinner in '04, your Reunion Planning Committee years ago at Cranbrook. Wedding movies are big this year and so, like Peggy Sue in her film, we could stage a real is commissioning a new video about our doings. A Go/No Go decision has not yet been made. So far, only 1 classy one. The 40 extras we‟d hire to shoot the ceremony screenwriter has responded with a pitch. Here it is:

"What you have to understand about Reunion Movies is their 3-part storyline: 1) Heroes go back to school, 2) Heroes undergo existential transformations and because of that, 3) Heroes get the lover or the situation they always wanted.

"We can adapt scenes from 'Romy & Michele's High School Reunion.' Initially, chums Romy and Michele lie about what they've been doing since high school -- but ultimately they decide to "just be ourselves." When a snooty long-ago classmate puts one of them down, Romy gives out with revenge, saying, 'I don't give a flying f___ what you think anyhow. Never did.” Onlookers then cheer. We could Arising Images, Inc. shoot a dramatic resolution just like that for your reunion footage in slow-mo would be attentive, chic, and flick. For the party, everybody could wear fancy duds at the photogenic on a back lawn at Cranbrook House.

“Or we could use a premise from "Tea & Sympathy." That classic opens and closes at a prep-school reunion. Deborah Kerr is a youngish wife of an unromantic housemaster. So, after one of the school‟s seniors happens to lose his virginity to her, our Deborah reaches gently across to him and says, „Years from now when you speak of this -- and you will – be kind.‟ Trust us, we could sign Angelina Jolie to reach across and enact that scene with some fresh-faced kid who stands in for a „49er in ‟49. In the movie and Broadway play, the kid was an artistic sort. We could cast a long-haired chap who‟s good Arising Images, Inc at sketching vistas of that iconic Marquis Arch and those Art Academy. Near the climax of her high-toned reunion, Alumni Pillars that you seem to dote on. Michele quits the scene in a helicopter piloted by the richest chap in the class, a likeable nerd. We could stage a triumphant „Goodbye‟ like that in your Quad or wherever.

"This genre also includes „Grosse Point Blank.‟ Walking the halls of his old high school, John Cusack catches intimations of the person of conscience that he‟d been -- 10 years after graduation, he's a professional assassin. Cusack then sees the errors of his post-high-school and hit-man ways. Similarly, we could arrange for actors portraying you „49ers to traverse your School‟s halls as they come to terms with you chaps‟ wrong turns. Faculty daughters or Kingswood girls, once truly loved by „49ers, could recognize their now-aged beaux. There‟d be dramatic stares, lust, close-ups, fade-outs, and, if you wish, restricted ratings. Cranbrook Summer Art Institute

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“Now, if you want to do a Message BEST ACTION PHOTO defend this second choice. “We like Movie, we recommend something the way the group huddles around that along the lines of „The Tao of Steve.‟ 1 world. Yep, a Panelist did perceive a Probably resembling some of you few in this cluster as „pompous‟ – on chappies way back when, Steve has a close inspection, they smirk like life that revolves around hanging-out they‟ve already made a difference to with a group of slackers. He drinks, the world. But we other Panelists eats junk, tosses frisbees, smokes Ken Herman valued the group‟s sense of Great weed, and sleeps around, at which -- Recently a Panel of '49ers chose this Resolve and Action: they come across for a fat slob -- he's amazingly photograph, taken one marvelous May as confident, keen for international successful. Steve's 'Tao,' or fool-proof afternoon in '49, as The Action Picture relations, and ready to run the world.” theory of dating, is a blend of of (a small section of) our Class. The According to our ‟49 Brook, this philosophies of Lao-tzu, Heidegger, background is part of a stone replica of Federalist group went on to hold cabin and Groucho Marx: 1) Eliminate Your an ancient Greek Theater near Sicily‟s parties at which “they discussed the Desires: if you're out with a chick and Mt Taorminas. According to some, this practical aspects of world government you're thinking about scoring, you're 94-year-old setting at School allows the and made ambitious plans for dead in the water -- a woman can visitor to step back in time. In just that translating their hopes for such a always smell an agenda; 2) Do reminiscent spirit, the Select Panel's government into reality.” Thus, in Something Excellent in her presence, judges were unanimous in their pick. April, along with several other World thus demonstrating your sex- The gold-prize snapshot above Federalists at Kingswood, these worthiness; and 3) You Must Retreat – features a cluster of us listening to idealists followed-up to collect 711 for, as Groucho says, "If men act like classmate Dave Koch speak on the joys books “sent across the Atlantic to a woman can't join their club, she‟ll of little brown jugs. One of his keen keep European bookworms busy.” do anything to get in. points was in order to prevent “That approach serves the Steve hangovers, it‟s important to drink 3 YEARBOOKS FOR US character real well – until of course a plenty of water before doing any rd Class Reunion. On Kingswood Lake serious drinking ("...the magic of pre- Our Class's 3 yearbook is now in on an annual Raft Regatta like Art hydration..."). Nothing if not quick the hands of surviving '49ers, Louise learners, we „49ers came to enjoy our Lowell, Sue Rabe, Mrs. Bunt, Mrs. own little brown jugs. Chances are, Dockstader, the School‟s Archivist, however, we didn‟t imbibe in a place as the Board of Governors, Valued Allies secluded as this one nestled within a Kathy Discenna and Ben Snyder, and mature pine forest. Editor Dick Townsend's 3 kids. "We After Herr Doktor Professor Koch's didn't plan for this ‟09 version to be a Inaugural Lecture, this open theater valentine to the School,” says Tom reverted to its initial use. St. Dunstan‟s Clark, the Publisher, "but that‟s how (amateur) Theatre Guild now puts on The ReNEWed Brook turned out.” Academy students have, we could summer performances there. Reportedly, several of us have lost film a „49er Steve bumping into man- For the contest‟s First Runner-Up, or misplaced our copies of our 2nd woman realities. As in Hollywood's the Panel opted for “the freshman Yearbook from ‟49. For them, this ‟09 1st version, that event could trigger a portrait” of the initial chapter of the version at least provides photos from crisis in your Hero‟s life. He could United World Federalists. When word 60 years ago. Then, as the most- even over-haul his whole Tao! That leaked-out on the heated debate among photographed Class in Brook history, scenario can work in your movie too. those Panelists, a judge stepped up to we assumed the camera loved us. "So, Reunion Planning Committee, Our cohort‟s very 1st yearbook -- there you have it. Our company can mimeographed with short profiles, make you dudes one Sweetheart of a pasted-in black-and-white pictures, movie. We guarantee box-office gold. and clamps within a blue folder -- was As we say in Hollywood, we'll get it produced in '45. Lower School Master done on time and under budget. A real Condit wrote up the 20+ pubescences bargain. who were moving into Upper School. “What do you say? Deal?” Ken Herman Page 4 The ReNEWed Crane

RETURN VISITS In his not-so-long-ago visit to FOOT RALLY (from p. 1) While driving past Christ Church the campus, Harry Nelson was pleased to other year, Tom Peterson pleasantly discover that it was Bob Allis recalled climbing the bell tower after [informal dress] Day. “I enjoyed church. Like other youthful haunts, “the seeing the boys and girls walking place seems way smaller.” He then was around in bathrobes and pajamas,” asked his view about Pascal‟s Wager, Harry smiled, adding that “Oh, I‟m the attempt by Blaise Pascal to „save‟ probably exaggerating the prevalence the religious skeptic through the of nightclothes as costume. Anyway, common-sense reasoning. (In essence, Cranbrook should have gone co-ed to conclude his argument against when we were in School. I thought st John P. Denison absolute certainty, Pascal claimed that that headline in the Crane April 1 issue in ‟49 had it right back then.” (Simultaneously, other „49ers were jointly posing for similar coming-of- * * * age shots. Hence, in assorted attics Facing the quad is the new (in „72) across the U.S., a score of photos exist “Aim High” sculpture by former of us at such spots as the front of Cranbrook art teacher Peter Kerr. Christ Church, the Sundial, the Tower, That sight triggered the Class the Main Gate, the outdoor entrance to mathematician John Holdsworth to the Library, and a Dining Hall door recall a faintly arithmetic approach where -- remember? -- we plebes had for living by the great psychologist previously stood aside for entering William James. “James recognized masters.) that we can‟t be everything we‟d like A refreshing spot on campus will you have everything to gain and nothing to be, and so he advised us to serve for the finish, enabling teams to to lose by believing in the existence of relinquish our various potential meet-up to swap stories about missed God. If you win and God does exist, you selves and to Aim High at doing one data and to vie for bragging rights win everything; if you lose and God thing splendidly.” Pressed to while Pearl Clark tabulates the teams‟ doesn‟t exist, you‟ve lost nothing.) For a elucidate, John H. (still closely points. The winning group will have moment, Tom pondered, then said the following the Jamesian formula) completed the course in the shortest proposition deserved close examination. reflected that “our Self-Feeling in this time and with most correct answers.

world depends entirely on what we Since this enterprise is an * * * back ourselves to be and do. It‟s experiment – so far as is known, it determined by the ratio of our hasn't been attempted for any other actualities to our supposed reunion anywhere -- the event may potentialities… So in the end, our flop royally. Then again, if enough of Pretensions are the denominator and us can turn out and make it across the finish line, who knows? the numerator is our Success. Thus, Anyway, may the good times roll.

Success = Self-Esteem Pretensions

The fraction may be increased as well by diminishing the denominator as by increasing the numerator… That‟s my take on Aiming High. You see, my issue is that sometimes top students from high schools find themselves at the academic bottoms of their college classes. No longer kings of the roost, they become gravely depressed. It‟d be wiser if they rationally assessed their capabilities, cogently defined their targets, and then aimed to hit those targets.”

NOTES FROM REUNION on celebratory toasts, embarrassing reminiscences, and witty anecdotes. ‏

C ‘49

Our Base Camp For ALL of Us in the '40s:

Primary Residences of Living Classmates Now:

Florida (with 8 of us), California (7), Michigan (3), Arizona, Maryland, New York, North Carolina, and Texas (2 each), plus Illinois, Kansas, Massachusetts, Nevada, New Jersey, Oklahoma, Ohio, Ontario, Pennsylvania, Vermont, Wisconsin, and Wyoming (1 each).

Site for Dinner Meet-up, June 5, '09: Who'll say the familiar "Bless this food to our use and us to your daily service"?

Cranbrook‘s Thornlea House George Gough Booth, 700 Cranbrook Road Thornlea‘s Founder Too

Location, Locations, Location C ‘49

PERSONALITIES BEHIND OUR PENS (Continued from inside front cover) For this Revised Brook, we didn‘t even try to collect our signatures in 2009, but what if we had? By comparing our current and past signed names, what might a graphologist infer about what we‘ve become? For starters, would we come across now as more assured, cautious, laid-back, vigorous, or finnicky? Just wondering.

In any event, to re-glance today at these 65 markers is to ache again at the passing of too many of our troops. It‘s also to exult that the majority of us have been able to make it to this point.

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