CLASS OF 1911

Within a week of each other have occurred the deaths of two of our most loyal classmates, which have come with a very distinct shock to all of us. On September 7, Henry W. (Harry) Brown died, following an operation for appendicitis. On Sunday, September 17, word was received of the death of Arthur J. (Art) Knight from peritonitis following an illness of a week. Both were the best of Dartmouth men and loyal members of 1911. Not only will they be a distinct loss to their communities, but an even greater loss to the College and the class. Both were hard and loyal workers. Art will be remembered as the first secretary of our class. A further notice will be found on other pages of this magazine.

At Brattleboro, Vt., Fred Harris's sister, Evelyn, was the victim of a very distressing aeroplane accident. Fred had been very much interested in the building of a flying field in Brattleboro, and was in charge of the dedication of the field when the plane in which Miss Harris was riding crashed, causing such serious injuries that she died very shortly. Fred was a passenger in another plane when the accident happened. The pilot of Miss Harris's plane had difficulty in taking off, so that the plane struck a tree and was thrown upon high voltage wires where it immediately burst into flames. Fred and others tried very hard to rescue Miss Harris after the accident but not in time to save her from being fatally burned. Governor Hartness and others were present at the time, and the accident brought great gloom over the city, where Miss Harris was very popular.

The sympathy of the .class goes out to Bud Schell on the death of his wife on Sunday, September 24, from tuberculosis of the throat. Bud and Mrs. Schell (Wada Scott) were married on July 9, 1921. Mrs. Schell had been ill for some time, and it is characteristic of Bud that for several months he had been doing everything which no one except a man with an iron constitution could have undergone. in an attempt to allay Mrs. Schell's suffering. He was her constant nurse and attendant. Mrs. Schell's funeral was held in Washington, D. C., on September 26, the burial taking place at Oak Hill cemetery. Ted Stafford represented the class at the funeral.

Hats off to John Pearson for his successful attempt in putting 1911 over the top in the Alumni Fund this last June.

Chub Sterling has invented a new type of vacation. He and Mrs. Chub and two other friendly couples spent a week at Moose Cabin, roughing it nights and mornings and driving into Hanover to spend the day at the good old pastime on the golf links.

Many other 'Leveners have visited Hanover during the summer, largely, however, in the attempt to reach Frank Dodge's hotel in White-field. It is impossible to forget the week at Frank's following Commencement last year, with the result that he has had the pleasure (?) of having many 'Leveners drive up to his front door during the summer and demanding admittance.

Paul P. Ayer, as previously announced, is with Stedman Pottage Company in New York and located at 101 Park Ave.

Jack Marks has been discovered as a purveyor of oil leases in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

Al Hormel is now with the Northwest Paper Company. Cloquet, Minn.

At the establishment of the North Shore Association of Dartmouth alumni John Learoyd was elected secretary. John is living on Garden Parkway, Peabody, Mass.

Several reports have come in to the effect that Bill Pounds is traveling fast as an industrial engineer. He is now located at 347 Madison Ave., New York, with Franklin Miller Bassett Company.

John J. (Psyche) McDonald, late assistant solicitor in the State Department, has resigned to accept a position as assistant counsel for the; United States on the Great Britain-United States Arbitration Claims Commission, constituted under the treaty of August 18, 1910. This should prove an exceptional opportunity for Brother McDonald. The difficulty he had in getting released from the State Department is indicative of the impression his merit has made in that office.

Larry Odlin has seen the last of his shore leave for another three years, as he is leaving for the Philippines. He may be reached through the United States Navy Department, Washington.

Pat Hurley, now Major if you please, has received a very signal honor in that he has been assigned to Staff College, Fort Leavenworth, which is a course of instruction given only to officers of high rank, there being only one other major in the whole list.

Les Gibson, because of ill health, has had to give up his position with the Moore Foundry Company in Springfield, Mass., and was obliged to spend the summer recuperating on the Cape. Les is now back, however, at 37 St. John St., Jamaica Plain, Mass., and hopes very shortly to be able to return to work.

The firm of Porter and Bartlett, real estate agents, Niagara Falls, probably won't mean much until it is explained that the Bartlett is none other than our own Jack.

Bert Wheeler has been made advertising manager of the Marquette Cement Company, Marquette Building, Chicago.

The lure of the East is too much. Mac Rollins has left Indianapolis, and is to settle in Boston.

Walter Gibson is now living at 328 Cabot St., Newtonville, Mass.

1911 is on the map strong in Worcester. Carl Bowker is now president and Rup Lewis treasurer of the Dartmouth College Club of Worcester.

Read this, if you please :

"le 16 Juin 1922. Mr. & Mrs. Louis Phillips Hall, Jr., sont heureux de vous faire part de la naissance de leur fille Helen."

(I think it means Mr. and Mrs. Louis are to be congratulated on the birth of a daughter.)

Jack Boynton is now permanently located in Claremont, N. H., having left the lure of Broadway to enter the business of his father, who has been a large retail hardware man in Claremont. Jack has undertaken the success- ful development of a wholesale business and is very happy in his new work. I think he is particularly pleased to rate the College as one of his customers.

Bill Norris, who is pleasantly situated in the fertilizer business at 511 Fifth Ave., says Claremont is a great town, and wonders if perhaps they wouldn't be interested in fertilizer as well as hardware.

Rupert (Dick) Stevens is so pleasantly situated as principal of the Grafton, Mass., High School that he refuses to leave for similar work in larger cities. You see, Dick is much interested in antiques, and operates through the summer what is coming to be a noted antique shop near the home of Daniel Webster on the Daniel Webster Highway in Franklin, N. H.

Yes, it is so. On July 27, John A. Scanlon of New York city, former mayor of Hanover, surnamed Moon, appeared in Boston with his bride. She was immediately reported as a welcome addition to the class of 1911. Mrs. Scanlon was Elizabeth C. Weick until July 20, when Dick Sheldon stood up with them as best man. Somebody said, "If Dick stands up often enough, he may have to hunt hard to find somebody to stand up with him."

When we were in college we always used to read Bob Dunbar for the hot dope on athletics. Well, recently Bob said, referring to Jack Ingersoll, who used to be a very lucid back for Dartmouth, as being permanently located in Concord, that he has now got his business so regulated that he can hop off for Saturday afternoon duties officiating. Bob says, add to his experience as a player of preparatory school, college, and later professional football, his experience as coach, the fact that he was graduate manager at Dartmouth, that Jack has an all-round combination of training the value of which few college umpires and referees have.

Henry A. (Art) Shepard is now account executive of Frank Seaman, Inc., 470 Fourth Ave., New York, and is also director in the Prudential Building and Loan Association.

Jack Crooks is with the C. J. Cox Engineering Company, 26 Union St., Boston.

F. A. A. (Red) McLaughlin has at last turned up in Pittsburgh, Pa., being ensconced at 331 Amber St.

George U. Young's latest address is 28 Gordon Ave., Hyde Park, Mass.

The house buyers and house builders continue to grow. C. C. Butts is now located at his new home at 84 Hancock Ave., Newton Center, Mass. Warren Agry is mowing the lawn at 1105 Maple Ave., Evanston, Ill. Brad Patten is likewise permanently settled at 3341 Altemont Ave., Cleveland, Ohio. Brad's book, which he recently wrote on embryology, has gone into its second edition.

I do not know that John Mullen is engaged in the real estate business, but he is certainly selling Mattapan to his classmates. Doc Wheatley has taken up his abode at 84 Blue Hills Park, Mattapan, Mass.

These unmarried fellows certainly have it on us sometimes. Cap Maynard has had a delightful summer in Europe, and is returning as carefree as usual.

Harlon Don Carlos is now definitely located in Hartford, Conn., being assistant chief adjuster for the Travelers Insurance Company, and is living at 745 Farmington Ave.

Fred Sprague, D.D.S., (meaning tooth-puller), has opened a fine new office at 358 Commonwealth Ave., Boston.

Reference was made in the last issue of the MAGAZINE to a certain party in Waltham, Mass. Here is what Pat Partridge says about it:

"This is by request, so don't blame me if you don't like it. It's all about something that happened or was made to happen June 24. You will no doubt wonder why my haste in taking the matter up, but I'll tell you; as a writer I don't hand the palm to nobody, but as a thinker the ordinary garden variety dumb-bell is a mental giant compared to me. That's all that's holding me back, but just the same I should never become excited—because why—they's lots of guys on the front page every day that's just about as good.

"But to resume where I commenced: All great events got to be commemorated. Take for instants, Columbus Day for Chris Columbus, Washington's Birthday for George and May Day for May—whatever her other name was. Just so the 1911 Picnic A. D. 1921 Hanover, U.S.A. It was some event—we'll ask the world?—conceded in one putt. So to commemorate it, by the grace of Mrs. E. P. Sanderson, the goodness of E. P. Sanderson, and the happy thought of Edna Sanderson (we don't hand Satan nothing in this deal) it became decided to hold a 1911 picnic in 1922, June 24, at Rose Hill, which is a pet name for where the Senior Sandersons hang out. Right here we, editorially speakin', take off our hat to it and lay off, because any further words of praise would be so many that we would be out of expression and the worst has yet to begin.

"Well, to begin again, Demon Hawkridge took I and the knockout which was my bride six years ago to the party, and it didn't take me long to get acquainted because I knew everybody. Whilst they was not all there to start, in order that you will know the personnel I will say that when I took inventory we had Al Wheeler, Bowk Bowker (all the way from Worcester), Bob Shackford, J. Dempsey Learoyd, Jawn Mullen, Stan Macomber, and Sticky Pendleton. They was me 18 of the speaker sex playing "whist" then I am the Sphinx. A relative of mine by marriage won the second prize, which proves they was probably at least one bridge player there, for she must have won the Ist prize.

"It not being quite time to put on the nose bag, a recess was declared for indoor sports by the boys. Not being addicted to the galloping dominoes, and having just sense enough not to sit in a poker game where the deck was counted after each hand, I and Al Wheeler challenged the world at bridge, and now that Elwell is dead I admit we are the eel's angles at that game. If you don't believe us, ask Bob Morrill and Demon Hawkridge. Me an' Al used the same old signals and we had won 3.30 when Al bids a no trump and I lay down 100 bulls, to say nothing of eight times honors in hearts. I guess it was lucky I didn't deal and I says well it's time to eat so we quit still friends.

"We gathered around the festive board— which is speaking figurative there being no board—but what there was we gathered round and believe me, it was surrounded. After tasting that cooking, I am here ..to state every woman there was handsome. Not that the way to a man's heart is thru his stomach, but honest, playing no favorites, any of them would have made Doug Fairbanks throw away Mary's 'phone number.

"This next is by hearsay, as something got by me. That the girls had athletics too and Florence Stebbins lost the foot race by a nose, same being buried to the hilt in the ground when she tried to dive across .the tape. (By the way, Florence, how is your knee?) That is all I can hand out, as the rest is inside dope give to me by my wife regarding the con- testants.

"Night having fell, we discovered that Sticky Pendleton and Brownie Wilder still tapped a cruel ivory and Al Wheeler still retained his glycerine tenor. Various songs were rendered by the whole company, including popular airs like 'Mammy, Mammy, Honey, Don't You Hear Those Little Birds', 'Lindy My Little Girlie', and some so well-known as to require no introduction even in spite of who was singing. By the light of the victrola many a jazz was jazzed, and it was discovered that all and sundry could still shake a wicked hip with one exception, she having a mean ankle instead.

"Thru the groveling ability of Al Wheeler, we separated Asunta Winship from a couple of songs which were decidedly the cat's cuffs. Ice cream was then served in washtubs, and after kissing the elder Mrs. Sanderson goodnight, the secretary was empowered to cast one vote for a reunion October 28th, or whenever the Harvard game is."

It is rumored that Ray Taylor controls the tennis situation in Kew Gardens, and is looking for a rating in the first ten this year.

A New Yorker reports that Austin Keough and Chub Sterling were seen visiting the movies recently. They say that's how the Famous Players get the Saturday EveningPost each week.

Any one who has neglected to take care of the class tax will certainly bring joy to the treasurer and possibly add several years to his life, by sending a check for $3.00. Instead of a check, any of the following will be acceptable :

3—$1.00 bills 6—fifty cent pieces 12—quarters 30—dimes 60—nickels

Cornell game. Set down November 11 as the day after the one on which you want to be in New York. Cornell will be there that day, to be sure, but the night before is when the New York June bugs have something to say. Just step into the Psi U Club, 28 East 39th St., at 5.30 p.m. on Friday, November 10, and see what it's all about. If you want a seat reserved, notify Wee Kimball, 212 Fifth Ave., New York.

Secretary, Prof. Nathaniel G. Burleigh, Hanover, N. H.