The popular Class of '57 New York City Luncheons will resume second of each month.
You are cordially invited to join with some of our classmates for camaraderie and lunch.
Details are as follows:
Date: Tuesday, January 14
Place: The Princeton Club of New York
15 West 43rd Street
3rd Floor Tiger Grill
Time: 12 Noon
No reservation or membership in the Club is needed
Please join us,
Milt RubinWe are sad to report the death on September 12 of John Stennis in Jackson,
Mississippi, his home. He had been ill for some time. The funeral was
on September 16 in Jackson at the St. James Episcopal Church. He
was a fine man, funny, too.
John Milton wrote:
I was saddened by the passing of our classmate, John Hampton Stennis, earlier this month, and wanted to leave these notes in his memory . . .
1953. When this terribly clueless kid from the "fly-over” Midwest stepped off the PJ&B with un-cool patched bags and a Olivetti typewriter, he met -- within days -- a crowd of Southern boys who were as exotically different as could be imagined. Hodding Carter, and Howard Nelson from the Mississippi Delta, and two sons of U.S. Senators: my future roommate Lister Hill, an Alabaman, and John Hampton Stennis, whose father was the first Democrat to stand up to "Tail-Gunner Joe” McCarthy.
1953-57. I’ve been measured as "vulnerable” in adapting my speech to the manner and accent the prevailing crowd. So on my first return to Minnesota for the Holidays, after hanging out with the Southerners, my parents were shocked and amazed to hear their prodigy talking like a kid from the Cotton Belt. "You didn’t talk that way when you left here in August,” my mother said.
Well, my Southern guys and I did indeed see quite a bit of each other during four years at Princeton: some of us majored at Woody Wilson, all of us joined Whig-Clio and played at being "senators” in the Princeton Senate; we joined the same eating club, Quadrangle. We drank cheap booze and beer and sang the Ole Miss fight song:
hoddy toddy gosh almighty
who in the hell are we...HEY!!!
flim flam, bim bam
OLE MISS BY DAMN!!!
1957 --. After graduation we went off in different directions. John Hampton -- he liked the sound of his middle name -- and I both ended up getting elected to our state legislatures, and from time to time enjoyed comparing notes about our experiences. Finding myself in his hometown, Jackson, during a business trip to MIssissippi in the early 1980s, I tracked him down by phone in his legislative office at the capitol, and we chatted for quite a while about the commonalities of our lives in the marbled capitol halls of Minnesota and Mississippi. He had a committee meeting that night, so we didn’t see each other, but as we were ringing up, John Hampton asked where I was headed, and learning that I’d be heading north from Jackson, he insisted that I stop at a place in Canton that was hosting a contest for whoever could eat the most filets of catfish. And though he later expressed doubt that anyone but a son of the Magnolia State could be competitive in this challenge, I did in fact come within two catfish filets of matching the state record, and, arguably, would have prevailed had not the local guys filled me up with hushpuppies.
John Hampton served eight terms in the Mississippi House, and ascended to chair the Judiciary committee. His one effort to follow his father to the Congress ended in defeat when he lost to a Republican in 1978. Three years after the election, the man who defeated him was charged with having sex with a male House employee, and left the Congress. John Hampton, who’d known of his opponent’s sexual orientation during the campaign, had been urged to use it during the campaign, but refused to let it become an issue. For John Hampton, never just your good ol’ boy, that was simply not the right thing to do.
Jay Goldin wrote:
Turhan Tirana wrote:
Knowing that John started in the Mississippi Air National Guard as a private,
shoving things around a warehouse, I asked him how he became a general.
His answer: "Well, hard work, of course. And it didn't hurt that my father
was Chairman of the Senate Armed Services Committee and my law partner was Governor."
These two books are among the best I've read in many years:
American Nations, by Colin Woodard (Penguin Paperback) . . . a compelling analysis of how and why the USA came into being, and why we have so much difficulty getting along with each other
The Telling Room, by Michael Paterniti . . . for me, possibly the best-written story in many years, based on an exotic sheep's-milk cheese in a tiny town of Castile . . . yes indeed!
Get these on your reading lists at once, and take the plunge. You'll not regret it!
-- JWM (John Milton)
John has agreed to do a review...coming soon
To own a gun in Japan
Our Tokyo correspondent Rick Kennedy sends us this:
After the wild crazy shootings in the US and Norway by people allowed to own a gun, it may be of interest to know what is required to own a gun in Japan.
First, you have to attend an all-day class and pass a written test, which are held only once a month. Then you must take and pass a shooting range class. Then you must go to a hospital for a mental test and drug test, the results of which must be filed with the police. Finally, you must submit to a rigorous background check for any criminal record or association with criminal or extremist groups. Only then you will be permitted to own a shotgun or air rifle. You must tell the police exactly where you keep your gun in your home, as well as the ammo, both of which must be locked and stored separately. The police will inspect your gun every year and you must re-take the class and exam every three years.