Class of 1910
Tenners will be sorry to learn that Monty Fall has just suffered a terrible shock in losing his beloved wife. Monty waited longer than most of us to marry, having been married only about a year. We mourn your loss with you, Monty.
John Vander Pyl says the blue en- velope finally reached him besmirched with Uncle Sam's rubber stamps. John is in the rubber game. Chief pastime: selling Goodyear Tires. He lives at Ardsley Club, Ardsley on Hudson, New York. His business address is 123 W. 64th St., New York city.
Vic Willis is about to leave for California to superintend the building of a large power plant. Vic is still on the pay roll of Stone and Webster.
Rog Pierce has blown his trumpet again, and says he never will be on the 1910 slacker list again. Rog is a devotee of the Knights of Shoe Providers. He is closely linked to the payroll of Cass and Daley Shoe Company, Salem, Mass.
"Out of the Maze of Quantity Printing." A fit title for one of Ben Williams' stories for Saturday Evening Post. Yes,' but not so. Just a notice to Leny McClintock's friends that he has embarked nn a pilgrimage to Bush Terminal, New York city, where he with a small group of men, from the background of experience and achievement in the problems involved in large quantity printing, have conceived the way out of the maze which has perplexed and harassed users and buyers of large edition printing. Never would have guessed it. Would you? The brave Leny. How he used to toss the baked potatoes at the Pillsbury Club. Now, as you pass Building 24 of Bush Terminals you perceive the name, ''The Bush Terminal Printing Corporation." And Leny is vicepresident.
Keith Pevear flits about like a- humming bird, seeking the fragrance of the industrial lily and the business chrysanthemum, and garnering in the reward of "old man" work as he goes. His most recent stop was 376 Keystone Ave., River Forest, 111. Keith says he expects to be here long enough so that he feels safe in extending an invite to Tenners who may be prowling in his neighborhood.
Abie Coleman ha-s written a long deluge of Tenner gossip which flowed freely at the banquet of the Dartmouth Alumni Association of New York city on February 19. No attendance records were reported, but as usual the rest knew that the Tenners were present. Abe says, "How could they help knowing it when Lenny McClintock was there?"
Dick Carpenter is now superintendent of the Consolidated Press Association with offices in Chicago. Dick is the same old ink spreader he was in college, except we presume his vocabulary has somewhat enlarged.
Tenners are still active in associational work. Every now and then one bobs up here and there as president or secretary of some Dartmouth alumni association. George Chamberlin was just recently elected president of the Dartmouth Alumni Association of Philadelphia, Russ Palmer was elected president of the Chicago Alumni Association of Wisconsin. Others are no doubt holding offices, but no reports have been received.
The First Dartmouth Pow Wow is now a matter of history. It was a great milestone in the annals of the College. Toot Worthen and Gordon Ferry Hull, great as their mathematical minds may be or may have been, could not estimate, no less compute, by any method of analytical science, the dynamic influence and inspiration garnered in by those present in the two days of feverish activity. It was a turbulent and yet well regulated meeting of forces from every nook and cranny of the Dartmouth Empire. Springs of the Dartmouth Spirit bubbled everywhere, and here and there a geyser, lost to the clan years ago, was again discovered and rejuvenated. Prominent among the phenomena and causing no little exhilaration was the unprecedented violent eruption of the class of 1910. Although "Old Mount Tenner" has remained inactive and smoldering for several years, she now bids fair to be an active crater of the Dartmouth Volcano. The Pow Wow saw her emitting streams of "hot stuff" and floods of molten ideas which ran down her passes to the common melting pot, where they were molded into constructive ideas.
For those Tenners who were so unfortunate as to miss the opportunity to bathe in the Fountain of Youth we who were present offer consolation and regret. The headquarters for the class, Room F 24, were provided by Lu Wallace, though there were several other generous benefactors present, who traded their shekels for appropriate entertainment. There was a> galaxy of Tenners coming from all points of the compass, traveling a total of something over 20,000 miles to take in the Pow Wow. Atkins, Nickerson, and Chan Baxter from the Pacific Coast drew the blue ribbon for distance. Boston produced Lu Wallace, and New York delivered Rollo Reynolds, Philadelphia declared a holiday in the building trades and sent George Chamberlin. The public schools at Gloversville, N. Y., closed up shop to permit Julius Warren to attend, and Houghton,- Mich., was without an attorney, for Schulte was in Chicago. The canning industry in Cleveland was at a standstill, inasmuch as Hank Haserot was out of town. Harold Judd wouldn't trust Hank to go alone, so he came along to carry Hank's luggage. Pittsburg plumbing contractors lost large sums of money on account of delays, because of their inability to pur- chase pipe. Shorty Worcester was out of town. The creamery in Pipestone, Minn., sent the farmers back home with their milk. Nothing could be done. Harold Benjamin had gone to Chicago. Brown Cooper managed to sneak out of Fort Wayne under cover of darkness, and Easty trugged out of Milwaukee at dawn while LaFollette and Blaine were still sleeping. Chicago industry was completely crippled. Nat. Leverone's "Cheap Police" of the Woolworth and Kresge variety were sent out to bring in all the local clansmen, and after much persuation rounded up no less than sixteen Tenners. Pevear, Cole, Albert, Fogg, Dingle, "Billy" Williams, Bryant, Heneage, "Russ" Palmer, "Don" Greenwood, Nicol, Stern, "Dusty" Craft, Carpenter, and Strauss: This swelled the total to 28, our only superiors being our rivals of the class of 1911 with 31 present. When we sat down to the banquet table on the closing night we had 21 present. Our rivals presented 22, but to do this they had to kidnap Jack Ryan and Cap Hedges, divorced Tenners. But members didn't tell the story. The old "Ten Up" was the first call to echo through the corridors of the Congress, and the first class cheer made known to everyone that there was once a class of 1910. Noise there was plenty, but of the wholesome, invigorating brand. Tenners sought companionship with Tenners to reminisce and to chew the fat about things of common interest. But this isolation seemed impossible, for now and then a stray recruit from 1909 or 1911 made known his presence and indicated his inability to stay remote from the great dynamic attraction centered about the Tenner group.
To sum it all up in as few words as possible, the old Tenner spirit was reborn never to die again. A pledge of security is assured, and the class can well rejoice in the general results, occasioned by active participation in the First Dartmouth Pow Wow.
Secretary, 707 53d St., Milwaukee, Wis.
