Letters

I am delighted to receive the Bulletin.

Swarthmoreans before a certain period would never be caught calling the College “Swat” or themselves “Swatties”—not just avoiding the appellation, struggling against it.

Donny Thomas, you are an absolute gift to the Swarthmore community.

“Hungry for Change” (summer 2016) says remarkably little about home gardening. Four decades ago when I developed myasthenia gravis, I could walk only about 100 feet until I had to lie down on a neighbor’s lawn to get the energy to walk home. 

On a weekend in May 1954, I drove from Connecticut to New York City to visit a high school friend. When I arrived, he told me that his friends were going to an open house at Sarah Lawrence College and I could tag along.

I enjoyed reading about campus pranks (“Gotcha!” summer 2016), and one of them—buttering the railroad tracks, attributed to alumni from the early 1970s—brought back memories. 

It’s always a tragedy when someone dies young, as Dave Myers ’93 did at 46. We were close at Swarthmore but lost touch since graduating, so my memories of him are frozen at college-age.

The Spanish Civil War (“One Gave All,” summer 2016) has interested me since my dad, born in 1920, mentioned that he saw a recruiting poster for the Abraham Lincoln Brigade in Cleveland about the time Joe Selligman ’37 volunteered.