Memories for Dean Seymour Presented by the

1. Memories for Dean SeymourPresented by the

2. During much of the four years that the Class of 1962 spent at Dartmouth College, Dean Thaddeus Seymour was a visible and positive presence on the Campus. Fortunately, he has remained so in our lives since graduation through his attendance and wonderful speeches at a number of the Class of 1962�s reunions and the Class Birthday parties, as well as in our collective reflections about the days that we all spent on the Hanover Plain. The contents of this book of Memories represent a modest demonstration of the great affection that Class members have for Dean Seymour and provide a snapshot of the very direct impact that he had on many of our lives. Reading my Classmates� submissions to this collection of Memories has left me impressed and moved by the sensitive, practical and intelligent way in which Dean Seymour helped assure that I and a number of my Classmates would have the life-changing experience of obtaining a liberal arts education at Dartmouth College. Gay and I want to express our appreciation to all those who contributed to this collection of memories and memorabilia, with special thanks to Richard Hannah and our daughter, Jenny, who put all the pieces together into this book of Memories. Allan & Gay Weeks

3. David Bergman As a philosophy major, during our Junior year, I took a most interesting class on Aristotelian Thomism (focusing on the philosophical proofs of God�s existence) at the home of the professor, a brilliant and charismatic Jesuit priest, Father Thomas Purcell, who awarded me a glowing, personal citation for my participation in his class. I didn�t know about the �citation report� until that summer (�61), when back home on Long Island, my mother excitedly brought me a letter from Dean Seymour acknowledging and quoting in its entirety the commendation from Fr. Purcell. I immediately asked her if I could have the letter laminated and framed. She smiled, said �of course,� and added: �I�d want to memorialize it too if I were a Jewish student who�d just received such a fabulous compliment from an outstanding Catholic priest and academician.� To which I responded: �Ma, I want to save it �cause Thad signed it.�

4. Peter Brink When I was a Freshman and a bit overwhelmed by Dartmouth, I had the chance to keep my brother's Ford Thunderbird for the year. Not focusing on the rule against Freshman keeping cars, I arranged a place for it. At some point in the year I received a rather wonderful letter from Dean Seymour pointing out that I was breaking the rule, but at the same time phrasing it so beautifully - something like, we don't expect our better students to cut corners in this way. The letter left me feeling keen admiration and gratitude to the Dean and was indicative of his wise and sensitive handling of our young souls. Somewhere in there I ended up totaling the Thunderbird trying to keep up with a fraternity brother as we drove on icy roads to a women's college. (Hmmm.)

5. Alan Dynner How I Was Saved by Thad Seymour As a high school student, I couldn�t wait to escape what I regarded as the boring climate and topography and non-existent cultural and intellectual life in Coral Gables, Florida. So I chose to attend Dartmouth and was thrilled in my Freshman year by the mountains, snow, winter sports, and multiple seasons, and most of all by my stimulating courses, professors and classmates. But in May my father came to Hanover to tell me that his business had failed and he could no longer afford the Dartmouth tuition and expenses. �Either you get a scholarship, or we�ll have to pack up and go home, and you�ll have to transfer to the University of Florida,� he said. Terribly upset, I went to see Dean Seymour, told him the bad news, and went back to the dorm to fill out the scholarship application with my dad. I thought it was hopeless, since the application said that a decision from the College would normally take four to six weeks.

6. Alan Dynner continued� My dad stayed for the weekend to help me pack. On Monday I got a phone call from Dean Seymour. His words were, �Alan, you�re not going anywhere! You�re getting a scholarship and loan.� I was ecstatic, knowing that I could stay at Dartmouth. Before he went home that day, my dad took me to Balfours and bought me the gold Dartmouth signet ring, engraved with my name and class, which I still proudly wear.

7. Jim Hale

8. Jim Hale continued . . .

9. Roy Halstead There are not many people in my life of whom I could say their presence truly altered my life. Thad, in 1960, was one of those people. It was spring of our Sophomore year and I was floundering in all areas. Thad and I had several meetings and I was heading into finals with a low E in quantum mechanics, a higher E in a math course and a D in a third course. Dartmouth engineering was not made for me, and what�s more, my interests in the sailing team, fraternity life, dating, etc. were not helping either. I was truly a flunk out candidate. Then Thad, two weeks before finals, came up with his classic out of the box thinking. �Roy, why don�t you just withdraw? If you withdraw there will be no negative marks on your record and you can decide when you want to come back without asking anyone for

10. Roy Halstead continued� readmission.� I think it took me about five minutes to agree to the strategic retreat even though it meant a lot of pressure at home for having wasted a semester. The rest is history. Fifteen months went by very quickly. Three months as second assistant construction superintendent on a major NYC housing project, six months in the Marine Corps active duty, and three months as an assistant superintendent on a San Francisco bay area construction project. Under Thad�s tutelage I was back as a full fledged Junior in the fall of 1961. Tried Dartmouth civil engineering one more semester but clearly we were not meant for each other! Thanks again to innovative thinking from Thad I was able to change my major to economics and even came within one decimal point from graduating cum laude in June 1963.

11. Roy Halstead continued� Thad Seymour changed what could have been a career ending catastrophe into a minor hiccup in my life�s evolution. Even the hiccup was fruitful. How many graduates had a full six months of practical management experience plus were proud to have completed their active duty obligation? I will be forever thankful to Thad for having been the right man, in the right place at the right time.

12. Richard Hannah The Susie Incident Thad Seymour convened all of the Freshmen and Sophomores one evening in Webster Hall. He had spoken with the Juniors and Seniors the night before. The newspapers were full of stories about the huge black eye Yale had received because of the Susie Incident. It seems there was this promiscuous woman who had "entertained" Yale students in a most intimate way in Yale University dorm rooms. She looked and acted older than her sixteen years. She was under the age of consent and Yale was in very big trouble. The Police and DAs were circling. The Yale administration was in siege mentality. Dean of Students Thad explained, "If any Dartmouth student is caught having sexual intercourse with a woman in a Dartmouth building he will be expelled." There was a long pause. Thad continued "When I explained this to the Juniors and Seniors last night the room became very quiet�About as quiet as it is right

13. Richard Hannah continued� now�� I recall the tremendous presence of Dean Seymour when he spoke with us.

14. Colin E. Harley I was lured to Dartmouth--a school I had never heard of in Laurens, S.C.--by Bob Blackmun's carefully planned introduction, the highlight of which was meeting with this 6'6" dynamo of an English professor wearing colorful suspenders and crushing my hand in his big bear paw. As a future English major, I was wowed by Thad and left with an indelible impression of a school with nothing but charismatic professors. I guess I was pretty tame during my four years there because I had very little contact with Thad after that.

15. Charles Henderson Unfortunately, I got to know Dean Thad quite well, since my academic achievements were little. After he coached me on how to finish school, at graduation, he handed me my diploma and said, �Well, Charlie, we made it!!!� And he made it possible.

16. Michael Howard A Recollection of Thad Seymour Thad must have been in his job for a little while, since we all started at the same time and you couldn't join a fraternity until Sophomore year. In any case, he came around to DU one evening for a question-and-answer s�ance. Almost inevitably the conversation got around to social issues. And girls. And the restrictions. So Thad began to talk about what a difficult line he had to tread, with myriad expectations related to rules, the administration, the role of the college as in loco parentis. And then at the end, he blurted out: "Sometimes it seems like you can hear bedsprings squeaking all over campus!� I've thought about what made this memorable, and concluded that it contained essential elements of what has kept our class so connected with Thad over all these years. He wasn�t stuffy. He spoke with what seemed like incredible candor for someone

17. Michael Howard continued� from the administration. He made us feel as though we were all in this together, with responsibilities that were sometimes in synch and sometimes not. He talked to us as though we were adults (or at least headed in that direction). Looking back on it, I'm sure we had no real concept of how young he was. What wonderful days!

18. Eric Mathies I remember the afternoon conversations in Thad's office during my Sophomore year trying to decide how to get Eric through his sequential science requirement (in the end it was waived), and the subject turned to joining the Navy for a couple of years, probably not unique to me. But the Navy didn't happen then, although it did after law school. Some years after graduation Thad became president of Rollins College in Winter Park, and Judy and I attended a Dartmouth seminar that Rollins was sponsoring, and at the receiving line for the reception following, Thad remarked that he well remembered what he called "those long afternoon meetings in my office". Now, I prefer to think that I was not that memorable and the meetings were not that long, and that Thad had a list of the attendees and had prepared comments, but then, who knows? Another memory is that of asking Thad to write a letter of recommendation for an exchange program in Europe that I did during law school. The letter was sealed and signed on the flap (so I couldn't open it), but after the program ended the sponsor sent back to me the entire file, and there was Thad's letter. Not as complimentary as I would have liked....but remarkably on target. (I

19. Eric Mathies continued� still have the letter.) Some years after that I called Thad at Rollins when our son, who had missed the application deadline, wanted to apply. Thad, of course, said to send the application along to his attention (Marc was admitted, did well and graduated). What a guy!

20. Jim Murar The Great Caper in Thayer Hall

21. Jim Murar continued� others chimed �let�s think about that� and the idea behind the great beer in the milk container caper was hatched. How such an event could be carried out without the perpetrators being caught and hauled into Dean Thad�s office was debated. It was high risk as all three were on scholarship but the challenge was too exhilarating to pass up. Precise and meticulous planning ensued. The comings and goings of full and empty 10 gallon milk cans were tracked. It was determined that control over the number of empty cans sent back to the dairy was lax. The schedules of the DDA workers were analyzed to determine who replaced the empty milk cans with full ones. Funding for such a caper was another issue given the limited financial resources of the three but they believed fellow dorm mates would contribute in effect to a blind pool.

22. Jim Murar continued� The stars aligned and two of the three were scheduled for a dinner shift while the third was not on for that specific night. Quick action was required. Donations had been received from dorm mates to fund a truly unique opportunity. Enough money was raised to head off to Tanzi�s to acquire the beer. Carting huge numbers of quart bottles of beer back to Brown Hall was a Herculean task but no greater than hijacking a 10 gallon empty milk can and inconspicuously carting it off to Brown. So far so good -- no suspicions aroused. The milk can was filled with cheap beer (only about half full as that was all the beer that could be afforded). Getting it back into Thayer was quite a trick and keeping track of its location was the responsibility of the insiders.

23. Jim Murar continued� At the agreed upon time one of the two inserted the can into the milk dispenser with the other watching. To ensure anonymity the one placing the can appeared to cut the plastic tube to allow the milk to flow as that was the required procedure. The second insider signaled to the outsider who approached the dispenser to refill his milk glass. Upon filling his glass he exclaimed �My God, it�s beer not milk!� Chaos ensued as the Freshmen in the dining hall rushed to the dispenser to get their glasses of beer. The DDA lady standing next to the milk dispenser had no idea what had just happened but was aghast at what she was seeing. Alas the beer was flat but that wasn�t the point anyway. The three slipped back into their normal routine and marveled with the other Freshman at the guys who had pulled this off. There was no back patting or taking credit but only self fulfillment of having accomplished their goal and yet remaining anonymous.

24. Jim Murar continued� No - they were never called into Dean Thad's office. Only Dean Thad knows if they truly remained unidentified or whether he recognized �no harm � no foul� and saluted their ingenuity by looking the other way. The Three

25. Marsh Potterton I entered Dartmouth through the White River train depot with Future Doctors of America, Benjamin S. Vogel and Stephen M. Serlin, at the ripe old age of 17. I had never been away from home without my parents for one night in my entire life. I was determined to begin life's journey on my own. I would not let my parents drive me to Hanover from north Joisey. I took the train from Grand Central with my foot locker. My hubris lasted one week! I went to see Dean Seymour to inform him that I was terminally home sick, and would leave the campus immediately.

26. Marsh "Spider" Potterton continued� The funny part is that my appointment was the Monday morning after the Saturday night riot and food fight of 1958. As I entered Thad's office, I stopped about twenty feet from his desk. He was standing behind the desk. Without greeting me, he picked up a bullhorn on that desk, and, at maximum volume, blasted: "THE NEXT GUY THAT THROWS ANY MASHED POTATOES IS OUT OF HERE!!!� Then he says to me: "How did you like that?� That was my introduction to the Dean of Men at Dartmouth College.

27. Roy Schoen My relationship with Dean Seymour took root when I was in his last Freshman English class. I'll never forget how I tested his patience that trimester as he coaxed me away from what he called my "Dear Grandma" themes and tried to tease me into creating thoughts that were logical, concise and cohesive. My poor progress led him to suggest that I rethink my dream of becoming a writer; so I settled on medicine as a career. For that and other reasons I owe him a great deal of gratitude. To me he was the Best at Dartmouth. And, although those were some fuzzy years for me, he still stands out clearly.

28. Dave Usher Sadly, Dave is no longer with us, but as was recalled in his eulogy, Dave had cause to meet with the Dean quite frequently. As evidenced by the fact that he kept the following letter from Dean Seymour stapled to the inside cover of his Book of Lies, it is not difficult to imagine that he may have wanted to submit it as a cherished memory.

30. John Walters During the first two weeks into our senior year, I got involved in two unfortunate "trashing" events at a couple of fraternity houses, together with some fraternity brothers and other social deviants. Unknown to me, both fraternities sent notes of protest to the Dean's Office, in each case singling me out as being among the riff raff causing the problems ("John Walters '62 was one" is how they referred to me in their letters, which Thad read to me). Based on my somewhat checkered record of social conduct over my first three years, which had included two or three probation sentences, Dean Seymour had reached his tolerance level, and summoned me in to see him. He proceeded to tell me that I had finally gone too far, and would have to leave school for a couple of years, after which I would be eligible to return. I pleaded my case, noting the various responsibilities I had for my Senior year, including being House VP, Dragon VP and Lacrosse Captain. Understandably, Thad was not swayed by any of this, and again said I would have to leave.

31. John Walters continued� Grasping for straws, I blurted out that I had been dating my girlfriend since 8th grade, and that we had planned to get married right after graduation. As he stared at me, trying to figure out the possible relevance of that expectation, I suggested to him that I would be willing to get married right away, the concept being that if the Dean allowed me to stay in school, Nancy would be a sobering influence on me, and I would manage to stay out of his hair and line of fire. Thad just continued to stare at me, as if I had lost my mind, then suddenly rose out of his chair, leaned across his desk, shook my hand, and said "If you do that, I'll let you stay". That was in mid-October, 1961. Nancy and I got married on December 23, moved into Sachem (where all the other married student wives couldn't figure out why she wasn't pregnant), and I somehow managed to stay (relatively) clean until graduation. As a result, I was - and remain - incredibly grateful for Thad's mercy. Needless to say, my life would have been considerably different if I had been forced to leave school, got drafted, etc.

32. Allan Weeks My fond memories of Dean Seymour begin with Freshman English. I think that he was the tallest and biggest man that I had ever seen. In addition, his blue button-down shirts and tweedy sport coats with leather patches on the sleeves made him the epitome of a college English professor in my somewhat parochial eyes. Unfortunately, with the exception of the Bible, I do not remember anything about the course�s curriculum. But I do know that I was shocked that we would be studying the Bible in a college English class, because I thought the study of the Bible was applicable primarily to Sunday school or church services. It is a tribute to his teaching skills that I acquired a deep understanding of the Bible�s central place in the development of English-language literature. As a consequence of my various failures during the Sophomore year, including Chemistry, I commenced a serious relationship with Dean Seymour. Basically, I had my teenage rebellion during that year, which took the form of a strong desire to leave the soft intellectual environment of Dartmouth College and engage in an

33. Allan Weeks continued� activity that required hard physical work. The way things were going, I had decided that I wanted to drop out of school, spend my Junior year in Alaska working on an offshore oil drilling rig and earn some real money. My series of meetings with Dean Seymour during that year culminated with a meeting in the Spring that included my parents. As he was able to accomplish with so many of our Classmates, during the meeting Dean Seymour addressed me and the oil drilling adventure situation by artfully telling me and my parents about the tough environment in which I would be working and the extreme dangers to which I routinely would be exposed while working on the drilling rig�s icy floor, including death, lost fingers and other appendages, and severe burns. So, I came back after the summer vacation and dug in. And when Dean Seymour handed me the Diploma, he said: �Well, Allan, we made it�! I have a mental picture of that moment that will never fade.

34. John Wilkinson I did not get to know Dean Thad personally because I did not get caught in what now seem like two minor transgressions. The first and more egregious was spending a lot of time during spring term of our Freshman year at the AD house rehearsing the brotherhood for their hums competition, which they actually performed fairly well. (I lived next door to an AD who recruited my modest musical talent into that den of iniquity.) In addition to being out of bounds as a Freshman in a fraternity house, I had my first, second, third and more drinks on one of those rehearsal nights. In the midst of their cheering me on to consume more, I tore off ALL my clothes and headed back to my room stark ass naked. Instead of heading into the dorm, I started growling like a bear behind Topliff, which you may recall was also the front door to the campus police. I am certain that had I been caught, I would have disappointed Dean Thad almost as much as it would have my placard-wielding WCTU mother. The other, was masquerading as Bill Hayes' father during Freshman Father's weekend. We went to all of the events as father and son

35. John Wilkinson continued� and it was not until we were standing in front of the weekend banner, when the cameraman laughed out loud and with a wry smile said "Well, well, well, what have we here? That is some kind of father". I think both Dean Thad and my mother would have enjoyed that little prank. I only regret I did not get to know him better: Those of you who did, know him as a great guy who was one of us. It is a pity that our good friend Michael Coffield is not still with us because he more than anyone I know loved Dean Thad and would fill the book with wonderful stories, embellished with the Coffield verve.

36. No memory book would be complete without the inclusion of the following unforgettable additions: Dave Usher Eulogy 25th Reunion Letter from Dean Seymour Sachem Oration Class of 1962 65th Birthday Celebration, New Orleans, February 16, 2005, John Walters� Introduction for Dean Seymour Campus Building

37. David Preston Usher Dave Usher, one of the more memorable members of the Dartmouth Class of 1962, was born December 7, 1939 and left us suddenly March 15, 1997 in a tragic boating accident on Long Island Sound. Raised as an only child in Ohio, Dave came to Dartmouth after Bob Blackman out-recruited Woody Hayes and Ohio State. An outstanding two-way end for the Big Green football team, Dave also took up lacrosse and became a ferocious All-Ivy defenseman with a knack for inciting bench-clearing brawls at the hint of a perceived insult. A Sociology major with a seemingly incongruous passion for art, Dave spent a lot of time road-tripping with his Phi Gamma Delta fraternity brothers until Gail Russell stole his heart during his Junior year. Their 1961 wedding produced what may have been the first �62 child born post-graduation: Elizabeth arrived in mid-June, followed by Scott, Kim and Chris. Prior to his domestication, Dave was a frequent visitor to the Dean�s Office in Parkhurst. His escapades culminated in a classic note penned by Dean Thaddeus Seymour, found stapled to the inside cover of Dave�s Book of Lies, a bawdy and somewhat obscene log of events he kept during his Junior year living off-campus with some of his enlightened fraternity brothers. His son Scott presented the Book to John Walters, a lacrosse teammate of Dave�s and Godfather of his daughter Liz, after Dave�s tragic accident, believing it should be retained by the Class. Thad wrote:

38. Dear Dave: A few days have gone by now without your name on a police report, so I can only assume that you have been out of town. Ever since your fight in the fraternity house last fall, I have had a growing apprehension about your instinct to get into trouble. I hope you will make an appointment to see me and to discuss such matters. Sincerely yours, Thaddeus Seymour January 17, 1961 Dave cherished that letter. Following graduation, Dave turned his energies to a four-year tour of duty with the United States Marine Corps, serving in Vietnam as a company commander. Despite receiving decorations for valor during his tour of service, Dave recoiled at the realities of combat he discovered, and his letters home portrayed a man who came to appreciate the sanctity of life, a man who gained composure under pressure and who developed an ability to define what truly was a problem and what obviously was not. Dave quickly learned the importance of surrounding yourself with people who are better at what they do than you, a lesson which later served him well in business. As Dave observed: �You don�t need to know how to operate the artillery. All you need to know is how to call it in.�

39. Having risen to the rank of captain, Dave resigned his commission to accept a sales position with Domtar Pulp and Paper, a leading Canadian paper company. While working for Domtar in New York City, Dave attended Columbia�s Graduate School of Business Administration. An MBA project calling for the creation of a business plan for a hypothetical start-up company rekindled Dave�s interest in art. He developed the concept of a limited-edition art print company, which subsequently resulted in the founding of The Greenwich Workshop, a leader in the art publishing business. Dave commissioned a painting of the Dartmouth Green entitled �Carnival Capers� for our 20th Reunion, prints of which were signed by noted artist Charles Wysocki and President David McLaughlin and hang on the wall of several classmates. Due to his corporate philosophy of quality, innovation and service,�Dave was widely regarded as a leader in the art publishing business. He was an avid sport fisherman, tracking salt water shark, marlin and other game fish. While he traveled extensively on business, Dave also made numerous trips that took him on safari in Africa, bungee jumping in Australia, exploring the Alaskan wilderness and backpacking into remote sections of U.S. national parks. Dave was one of a kind, uniquely molded by his experiences as a Dartmouth �62.

44. Introduction for Dean Seymour I want you all to think back 45 years to fall term of our Sophomore year. We had survived Freshman year, with the food fight in Thayer and the day a keg of beer mysteriously showed up in one of the milk machines. Rudy LaRusso, Chuck Kaufman, Walt Sosnowski, Gary Vandeweghe, et al. win the Ivy B-ball title and go to the NCAAs. And now comes Sophomore fall: fraternity rushing for most of us. We can finally drink without looking over our shoulders. All-Ivy quarterback Bill Gundy leads the Big Green football team while brother Dave shows humility as a lowly Beta pledge (along with brothers Beebe, Bradford and Martindale, among others here tonight). In addition, a new Dean of Students emerges in Parkhurst: Thaddeus Seymour, a/k/a Thad the Dad. We sort of knew him as an English Prof. and crew coach; that distinctive bouncing gait as he walked down North Main Street for lunch in the middle of a winter storm, with only a scarf to keep him warm. But how many of us know who this remarkable person really is? Let�s take a look: Raised in New York, the son of Whitney North Seymour, prominent attorney and one-time ABA President.

45. Prepped at Kent School before heading off to Princeton (hey - everyone�s entitled to at least one mistake in life). This one has a happy ending, though. Thad left Princeton after two years. He had decided he was going to marry Polly, but Princeton�s archaic regulations prohibited married undergraduates, so he moved on. That�s called Polly trumps Princeton. By the way, imagine the impact on �62 if we had to deal with that regulation at Dartmouth: No Jim Hale, an outstanding scholar and future Supreme Court clerk for Chief Justice Earl Warren No Bill Shanahan, captain of our basketball team No Dave Usher, one of �62�s most colorful and maniacal members And many more Thad participated in the Olympic Rowing Trials in 1948, his boat finishing third to the eventual gold medal winner. He transferred to Berkeley, graduating in 1950. He then went on to get a Masters and PhD in 18th Century English Literature from UNC Chapel Hill.

46. He came to Dartmouth in 1954 as a member of the English Department, and became an Assistant Professor in �58. He served as a fraternity advisor and faculty dorm advisor, coached the Rowing Club for three years and later became Chairman of the Friends of Dartmouth Rowing. Named Dean of the College in 1959. That�s where we come into the picture. Fast-forwarding for a minute, in August 1969 he was named President of Wabash College, and Polly and their two sons (Thad, Sam) and three daughters (Elizabeth, Mary Duffie and Abigail) headed out to Crawfordsville, Indiana. Thad proved to be an enormously successful fund raiser at Wabash, heading up what the NY Times cited as �the most successful small college campaign in the annals of higher education�, and he tripled the college�s endowment during his tenure. He brought stability to a school that had gone through five presidents in six years prior to his arrival. He also cultivated his real passion - performing magic tricks and doing magic shows for students. By the way, Thad has been a card-carrying member of the International Brotherhood of Magicians since his days at Dartmouth,

47. and that passion continues to the present. In March 1978 he was named President of Rollins College in Winter Park, Florida. After 25 years of harsh New England and Indiana winters, he finally saw the light. He currently serves as President Emeritus and still teaches an English Seminar on a regular basis - though he�s on sabbatical this term so that he could be here with us! Thad did a masterful job at improving the academic reputation of Rollins, recognizing early on that the key to survival for small independent colleges was academic excellence, as well as a commitment to �total education�, both in the classroom and outside. An interesting sidelight: after a few years at Rollins Thad started getting calls from some of his former Dartmouth students, who had a son or daughter applying to Rollins, asking if he could put in a good word for them. Thad would collect their resumes in a file and walk across campus each spring to negotiate with the Dean of Admissions on their behalf. Rumor is that he had a pretty good success rate.

48. If you stop to think about it, it�s somewhat ironic that we still call him Dean Seymour - an unintended slight for someone who has been �President Seymour� for well over a third of a century. As Paul Harvey would say: �Now you know the rest of the story�. A great friend to talk to when things weren�t going too well - his door was always open for us. He consistently found a way to find sunshine in the midst of some of the darker events going on around the campus, especially in the late �60s, when students conducted campus protests, sit-ins and takeovers. Thad never lost his sense of humor, even while he was being physically removed from his Parkhurst office during a student takeover. However, he was also an intimidating and foreboding personality to deal when you were summoned to come see him for whatever reason. For example, and although I alluded to this letter at a prior �62 mini-reunion at the DOC Cabin, I�d like to share it again with you. It was found stapled to the inside cover of Dave Usher�s Book of Lies, a somewhat bawdy and occasionally obscene log of events he kept during his Junior year living off-campus with some of his enlightened Phi Gam fraternity brothers, including Andy Zigelis, Ivy John Roth, Red Knowlton and Tom Magenau. His son Scott presented the Book to me after Dave�s tragic accident, believing it should be retained by the Class.

49. January 17, 1961 Dear Dave: A few days have gone by now without your name on a police report, so I can only assume that you have been out of town. Ever since your fight in the fraternity house last fall, I have had a growing apprehension about your instinct to get into trouble. I hope you will make an appointment to see me and to discuss such matters. Sincerely yours, Thaddeus Seymour I can personally attest to the fact that Thad straightened me out, saving me from banishment, for which Nancy and I will be eternally grateful, and I know there are others in this room who can make the same statement. He has had an enormous influence on all of us, collectively, and it�s a privilege and my pleasure to ask him to come up and �talk to his boys�. Our friend for life: Thad the Dad.