Class of 1923

As Dan Webster was wont to declaim: "A college which has scattered over the face of the United States its students whose morning heartbeat rising with the dawn and following the sun spans the country with a constant and unceasing palpitation of the loyal spirit of Dartmouth."

Now when you consider Sid Flanigan the Newark laundryman; pass to Gus Lundquist, the scintillating security salesman for Brooks and Momand in New York; stray northwest to salute Lee Young in Amsterdam, N. Y.; follow the Dotted Line to Dayton, where "Aub" Miller is a banker and a worker; stop off at the University of Kansas to gaze at Larry Eager, the plethoric professor of English there; visit the two mercantilers, Miles Mills, "the Oil Orpheus," and George Whiteside, "the Chocolate Chancellor," located respectively at Minneapolis and Milwaukee; thence to Los Angeles, where Ted Swartzbaugh sells Toledo Cookers (whatever they may be) : why then you will admit that you have read a long paragraph, and one factually correct if geographically unbearable.

There are many of the boys in New York, and all doing excellently in spite of the environment. "Kip" Couch stopped floor walking at Franklin Simon's to go further downtown

to a more sedentary job. Norm Faysells adding machines for the Elliot Company on Leonard St., and judging from the aroma of expensive perfumes and occidental tobacco which enveloped us when we saw him, he builds no fires to keep the wolf from his teepee door, which by the way is the θ∆X Club up on 52nd St.

Heinz Moore and "Hal" Malmquist are at it again, and right in earnest too. Go up to 20 West 46th St., toil up five flights of stairs until your head hits the ceiling, and you come to their studio. They'll brew you anything up there, the best we could do on the occasion, however, being coffee. Once they have prosperity jumping through and rolling over for them, they promise a nice new studio, comfortable appointments, and a complete set of models. These boys, as the sporting writers say, will bear much watching.

John Harkins is reporting for the New YorkAmerican, and has a den up at the Allerton detention house on 36th St., I think. He asks you to be sure and give him a ring, and in the next breath tells you, "As a matter of fact, I'm never in."

According to the Dartmouth Clearing House, Drane and Rand, Inc., Steele Roberts is looking fit as a bass viol, and why not? Steele married Mary Caroline Spahr of Sewickly, Pa., and is the father of H. S. Roberts, Jr. He bivouacs on 53d St., and rumor has it that Mr. and Mrs. take a turn on the avenue when the Johns-Manville people can spare our worthy classmate's services.

Excerpt from the "Pennsylvania Register," published by the Hotel Pennsylvania, November 29: "Howard D. Sammis of Hanover, N. H., will be welcomed during the night."

"Rem" Thomson married Miss Pearl Fischer of Saratoga, N. Y. "Rem" is working for the Standard Oil Company in Saratoga, and plays them across the board during the racing season.

Max Wild has two sons, works for the Morris Plan Company on Union Square, New York city, and lives in Brooklyn, somehow.

The students are "Les" Gutterman, candidate for the A.B. degree at Dartmouth; Sherm Windsor, likewise, at Columbia, and Lou Wilcox, who is taking a fling at naval architecture at M.I.T.

"Ad" Feuerlicht runs an advertising agency up around 40th St., New York city.

Pete Hurd is a lumberjack in Philadelphia and works for the George S. Curtis Company, Lancaster Ave., and was sighted by Bob Fistere steering a gang of laborers across New York city to get somewhere on location.

Mr. and Mrs. Dunton are living in Hanover while Beef is taking the final shot at Tuck School before stepping off into the well known business void.

THE HANOVER COUNTRYSIDE IN WINTER GARB

Secretary, 48 Erwin Park Road, Montclair, N. J.