CLASS OF 1917
The 1917 financing plan is meeting with a very warm reception by the class. The returns are coming at a very gratifying rate, and the amount is fast piling up. At this time (August 1) over one thousand dollars have been pledged, and this from less than one quarter of the class. Everybody expresses hearty approval of the idea, and men are substantiating that approval by sending in the pledges. The College and other classes are watching our progress with interest, and if for no other reason, the executive committee of 1917 is anxious for the plan to succeed.
The Secretary is having difficulty in locating the present whereabouts of Duke Barnes, George Allison, Charley Peters, and Fred Leighton. Any word of them will be greatly appreciated.
Will Fitch gave the bond market a rest in the middle of July and went yachting up the Maine coast. It's ten to one that Will takes to yachting about as well as all the other landlubbers, who chose the army that they might stay on land. Although the cruise had nothing to do with it, Will is trying out the ability of one Howard Clute '11 as a surgeon. So far so good, and at the last report the patient was resting comfortably.
It has been previously mentioned that Duke Barnes was missing. To a certain extent this is not exactly the case, because Walt Carr ran into Duke on the streets of Chicago recently, and Duke was just as full of — business as ever.
Len Shea has been seen on the streets of Boston off and on, and we sort of envy his position of being able to drop in and out of this village. A change of scenery is most delightful now and then.
How many remember Newt Smith? Well, if you don't just admit it, and then drop in at the Cliff House in Scituate (Mass.), or the New Willard (Washington) in the winter, and he'll be right there to greet you. He is back in the fold with a vengeance, and believe me it is good to see the number increasing.
Saw Chuck Clark the other day, and he's got the "home-in-the-country" bug. He and the madam are anxious to move from Cambridge to Wellesley, and I guess they will by fall. Chuck is looking well and working hard for Louis Liggett in one of his candy factories.
By the way, there's another man who is virtually among the missing, and that is Eddie Burns. The Secretary hasn't seen him for so long that he'd probably have to say Mr. Burns instead of Eddie and be introduced all over again.
This same vein of complaint applies to Carl Sweet. He may never read this, but if he does let him stand apprised of the fact that he's one very rotten correspondent, and he thus stands duly censured. Carl is out in Needham (Mass.), running a bleachery with the assistance of his cousins. Maybe it's the other way round, but I heard it the way I have it.
One advantage in having the Secretary located in Boston is that during the summer he sees or gets word of many classmates who are sojourning in the Nation's Playground - New England. Ralph Wells has been up this way for a short relief from the heat of Washington. How long he stayed or whither he went is unknown. He was here, that's all we know.
The prize bit of news is submitted by Brother Gerrish. He relates as how two goldbraided gobs by the name of Currier and White in pursuit of that low-down act of earning reserve, pay, got leave to go ashore at Gloucester (Mass.). Don't get ahead of me on this, 'cause Sam's wife and George's wives may read this, so don't guess but read on. They searched for excitement in that old town, and found it at one o'clock in the morning by routing a very austere classmate by the name of Ford out of bed and talking over everything they could think of- How these Ford people accumulate their wealth is more than most of us can understand, suffice it to say that they all seem to have it. It seems that Pop and his wife were at Gloucester to give a new yacht (which is being built for Pop) the once-over. It's just a small fifty-foot affair, doncherknow, but she'll afford a bit of pleasure, what? Here's hoping that Pop will sail it up the Connecticut to the Tenth Reunion.
Gene Towler is "at home" now, and is expecting visits from any transient '17ers who may make their way to Cranford (N. J.). Expressing it in Gene's own words, "After October 1 my address will be 401 Westminster Ave., Elizabeth, N. J. Do you get the point? All '17 men welcome in our 3-room. Write in advance for sleeping quarter reservations in capacious dumb-waiter or window-sills." All we say is, Gene, leave that "3-room" long enough to bring the madam to the Harvard game this fall.
Hap Mason has been made a member of the firm of Dunham Brothers Company up in Brattleboro. He plays golf with his old sidekick Butch Sherman, and says that he "saw Doc Gile and Bill Gray away up in the Rangeleys when I was up there on a fishing trip this spring." This "fishing trip" business is a sign of prosperity which can't be denied.
Word comes that Art Stout has been a pretty sick man this spring. Tough luck, Art, and here's hoping that the heat of this here summer has scared away any traces of the difficulty.
Bruce Ludgate is now with the Armstrong Cork Company out in Lancaster, Pa., occupying one of the executive chairs in their linoleum division. Home builders please copy.
Vic Smith has been sent to Baltimore by his firm to manage the office in that town. He is with the J. G. Wilson Corporation, so look him up if you ever get down that way.
Out on the Pacific Coast is a lonesome '17er by the name of Stillman, otherwise known as "Hunk." He hasn't seen a classmate for ages, and he's hoping that the Legion convention in that town this fall will bring to light a familiar face. Hunk is at 133 First St., San Francisco, care of Nashua Coated Paper Company. So, if you get out that way, stop in and get a copy of the Pacific Coast bootleggers' directory.
Babe Goss is out in Cleveland pounding out a living for himself and his pretty wife at the banking business. He should at least have some consolation in being near Sammy Haskell, who is a probation officer in that village.
Hank Loudon is up in Springfield, Vt., not far from his native heath. He's with Jones and Lamson in the publication department during the day, and he's with friend wife and baby Jeanne during the evenings, except on lodge nights.
Here's Carl Colby's own description of an important event in Brunswick, Me. "A future member of Dartmouth 1944 class put in his appearance here on May 12, by name Kenneth Clough Colby; (Ed. Note — He must have been born bow-legged, hence the name Kenneth), a good healthy pair of bellows, and eleven pounds of cuticle.".
Ted Lonnquest is near home at last. The Naval Air Service is sending him to advance school at M. I. T. for the ensuing year. Good Lord, will these naval officers never get educated?
Rowdy Clark is now lord over a very cozy manor out in Belmont (Mass.), and his wife, Julie Youngstrom, is the lordess. Those wishing to remain single had better not get too near this splendid example of happy married life. It might prove too alluring.
The wilds of New Brunswick, Canada, still harbor that famous outlaw by the name of Streeter. Nemo is wrestling with the paper business, and he's learning it from the forest out. Incidentally, there's a man who can really fulfill if he asks if you'd like to step into the nearest drug store for a bromo.
Prof. Knowlton is learning French first hand from the French that he may better inform those infantile undergraduates of its intricacies. Here's hoping the Prof, will know enough to stop in and see Arch Earle, 'cause it's easy to realize that Arch ought to be another one of those birds who'd have to apologize for ice cream in a drink. Besides the Secretary would like a first hand report of Brother Earle's general appearance and comportment.
Mr. and Mrs. Chester Verzano Lewis announce the marriage of their daughter Helen Pauline to Mr. Frederic Willard Spearin on June 27, 1923, at Swampscott, Mass. At home after September 1 at 17 Humphrey St., Marblehead, Mass.
Don't forget the Secretary's address is 37 Arlington St., Cambridge, and that he will be ever so grateful for any word of any '17er that you may send at any time.
Secretary, Ralph Sanborn, 37 Arlington St., Cambridge 40, Mass.
