Class of 1917
We were very sorry to read the account of a serious injury to an undergraduate while making an Outing Club trip to Mt. Washington. However, we were very pleased to learn that proficient medical aid was available at Gorham, so that the first physician on the job was none other than "Brother" Black. Others wishing "first aid" might remember that Dr. Angus C. Black hangs his shingle in Gorham, and when you are touring through the mountains stop off there and see if he'll help you. We know now that he will not, but just what luck you have.
Among those who still feel that they have a right to horn in on the undergraduate parties are Norm McCulloch, Sam White, and doubtless many others whose names are not available. Yes, sir, they still find time to see if Carnival is really the party it's cracked up to be. We have record of the fact that Heinie Wright's wife attended the festivities, but whether or not Heinie got away is not definitely known. Some of these fellows produce that threadbare argument that the wife had to go as a chaperon at "the House," so they'd decided to go too,—the truth of the matter being that they'd decided to go first, and the wife went in self-defense. You'd all say that same thing if you could see the very winsome maids who decorate the golf links at Carnival. We recommend a sample ,of this potent elixir for the best regulated families. If you want to feel young again, go back to Carnival. (This is all hearsay evidence—being neither married nor a visitor to Carnival we know whereof we speak. Mary Duckstein keeps us informed.)
Walt Carr has been elevated commercially. From office boy Walt has rapidly risen, so that now the president takes pleasure in introducing you to "our new sales manager, Mr. Carr."
Harold S. Walker and F. Willard Spearin announce their elections as president and treasurer respectively (or otherwise) of the Dartmouth Club of Marblehead—that should read the Dartmouth 1917 Club of Marblehead. Upon the arrival of any other Seventeener to that town they will then have a secretary.
Just when everything seemed settled and established down in Dallas, we get word from the postal authorities that they are unable to locate Clarence K. Hawley. If anyone sights him in his travels, please tell Jess that we'd like his new address at headquarters.
The most important announcement for this month is enclosed in this paragraph. Finding the stress and strain of city life to be far beyond all comprehension, one Archie B. Gile has yanked up stakes and returned to the town of his birth and college education. The good Lord knows that whatever derogatory remarks may be made are prompted by the green-eyed monster, because we all would give a lot to settle down in the Old Town. Anyway, Arch is back in Hanover, and any Seventeener will find him down at Carter's store, where he has established himself as a successor to N. A. Frost as the insurance expert of Hanover. If you get to Hanover, please see Arch and register with him, inasmuch as he is responsible for all Hanover dope for 1917.
Last month we had the triangular meet here in Boston, and it certainly brought back memories to glance at the program and see that H. T. Worthington and Frank Lagay had set up rather lasting records. Frank's record was wrecked, if we're not mistaken, but Harry's still reigns supreme. Gorry, but that was a good track team which the war wrecked.
Those of you who are Massachusetts residents will be interested to know that the "John A. White" who will be proposed to them for lieutenant governor of Massachusetts is none other than the Dad of the famous Sam. Don't forget this relationship, because all the Old Man needed to say was, "Sam, I guess you'd better go to Princeton," and we guess that Sam would probably have gone to Princeton. How about it, Sam?
We really hate to say a word about it, but there are many men in the class who ought to know the truth, especially members of the 1917 freshman baseball squad. Win Scudder has admitted in our presence a very pronounced addiction to Mah Jong. Of course, we really shouldn't laugh, but we ask you, can you picture Win Scudder, Barney Thielscher, Red Blackmur, and Bill Willard playing a quiet little game of Mah Jong? No, neither can we.
However, if it seems to meet with popular demand among members of the class, we will be glad to conduct a question and answer column on Radio and Mah Jong. How about it, boys, what's your vote?
As Joe Myer would say, "What's happened to the Old Dartmouth?"
Another missing member has failed to check out at headquarters. That is Walt-Wil son, who has evidently tired of Monson, Mass., and moved elsewhere. Any information of the young man's whereabouts will be appreciated.
At this moment we are still waiting for a report from Representative Rubel as to details of the 1917 section of the Chicago Pow Wow. Of course, Jim may have gone to Palm Beach for a rest, but nevertheless we had hoped that before going he would be good enough to tell us all about Soup Soule, Nase Young, Red Davison, Baldy, and many others who checked in at that very successful week-end outing. If anybody else will be good enough to send the Secretary a story of that meeting so far as it included 1917, we certainly should appreciate it.
Do you remember Joe Cheney of 1916? Well, Joe has been good enough to send us word of the fact that George Allison and Duke Barnes are really citizens of these United States, and that they do really retain a legal residence at Tulsa when they can find time to return there and perpetuate that affiliation. However, we are still without direct word from either one of them, and we would sure appreciate a short note from either one.
There were two minor errors in the last Sentry which we feel should be corrected. In the first place, Sam White's new residence is at Longmeadow, Mass., and not Longwood as so stated. In the second place, where it said "Al Sturgis (and that is not the way Al spells his name, incidentally) establishes communication," etc., it should have read Al Dupuis. Unfortunately, the Secretary is getting a bit absent-minded or something, because he received a nice long letter from Hen Sturgess last month, and for the life of him he can't find it now.
Everybody will be very glad to read the following letter, which the Secretary was mighty pleased to receive:—
February 10, 1924.
Dear Sunny,
Sentry arrived this morning, and very welcome. One or two things I think I can help
you with. The Sam Whites are living in Longmeadow and not Longwood, as reported in the ALUMNI MAGAZINE.
Two months ago I heard from Fred Leigh ton for the first time in several years. He was on his way to Mexico in the interests of a labor-liberal press, where he had been for the past year, spending the summer at Buzzard's Bay (Mass.) He gave his address as Box 251, Back Bay Station, care of E. C. Johnstone, who forwards his mail.
I didn't see any notice of the marriage of Chan Steiger to Esther Emery last October. They are living in Holyoke.
Nor any notice of the fine duck that Nick Carter shot in Virginia and brought me. It was a "wild" one, understand.
I appreciated your appeal for letters for me when I was in the Worcester Hospital, but fortunately I was able to leave sooner than I expected, etc., etc., etc.
Yours sincerely, Tobe. (Harold Tobin.)
Hal, we'd just like to underline your observation concerning Chan's wedding. If you can get that backslider to send us any word at all of himself, we certainly would appreciate it. Your assistance in blasting his lethargy would be most welcome. Will you help us? How can we report his wedding when we don't know anything about it? Please see back page of last Sentry.
Art Stout sent us a letter the first part of last month, but unfortunately the greater part of it was used up in mere routine business. No news, except that he wished he lived nearer the Harvard-Dartmouth football game. Maybe he'd take the trouble to go instead of hearing the game over the radio, as many men do who are right within striking distance of the Stadium.
This ends our "broadcast" for April. Please help to make the 1917 column the best in the MAGAZINE. Send in news of yourself. Don't wait for somebody—a la Steiger to send it
in for you. Good-night!
Secretary, 37 Arlington St., Cambridge, Mass.
