Class Notes

CLASS OF 1903

June 1924 Perley E. Whelden
Class Notes
CLASS OF 1903
June 1924 Perley E. Whelden

Have you sent your contribution or told what you plan to do to our "Pepper Box of the Class Agent," as Pray Wadhara fondly calls him in a letter from Philadelphia, telling about a severe snow storm there on April Fool's Day? Why not give Morton B. French, 195 Broadway, New York, heart disease, by writing him at once and offering to raise your subscription if he needs it to make our quota of $2200? Also ask him if you can get after any classmate, negligent but near to you or dear to you, whom you will try to get on the lists where he belongs. Not too many, but just 100 of you write him. -I don't want to see Molly Cole a widow "sine causa."

Oh, about the Pow Wow we forgot to say that the whole bunch pledged themselves to be in Hanover about June 20, 1928. This is in their own caligraphy, and will be used as a centerpiece for the next Pot Hole Eska. Also McEldowney was given in the official lists. We understand that Jack Crowell and Dan Hinckley by lunching together are starting a possible nucleus for a Chicago 'O3 get-together. Let's have everyone there.

Have you sent that check or promise for the Tucker Fund?

Saturday, March 29, B. Wynne Matteson left his happy home with Margaret and Mary Van Dyke (this doesn't mean that he is an old-time Mormon with two wives) and came East. He saw Spot Pierpont in Omaha because he was at his desk, but he missed out on Don Juan Crowell in Chicago because Juan loafs on Saturday and does not answer phone calls. Matty was in Denver on his way back. And in Chicago at Terrace Garden, Chicago's Wonder Restaurant (Public Dancing). Don't know whether this is all news to his wife and daughter or not.

Sixty-five men in our class gave about onehalf the quota. How much will the other 65 give? French should worry.

Right here I cannot refrain from saying that I am now 7 an uncle; John West Whelden, born April 25. Classes from 1917 to 1921, at least, interested in my youngest brother, B. Marsh Whelden, please copy. Also I might mention that 1911 seems to be a pretty good class; our class secretary has just returned from Hanover, and writes that he had a glorious time; "please ask Mr. Butts for details." This, I suppose, refers to the notorious Chet utts 11, who went to the Pow Wow and didn't leave his wife in our care, although ne is a kind of neighbor of ours. Which eads up to what we started to say, that the 'll news gathering force has fallen down, or at least last month's MAGAZINE didn't show that they knew I was to be a brother-in-law of my brother, or vice versa, and have only one sister-in-law where I am legally entitled to two, so we will print the following for them to copy: Richard Gilbert Whelden, Dartmouth 'll, Priscilla Daggett McClellan, Smith 'l6.

No joking; send Bowles French another check, and tell him to send it back to you if he finds he doesn't need it. Why should he spend the last week in June telephoning all over the North American Continent for a few dollars? And offer to help on the names. It's the names we want, 100% bona fide paid up something names, so Jerry Mahoney can tell his brother where he gets off. Let Frenchy put in his time playing tennis with Bucky Lewers, if Bucky is well again. We hear he had scarlet fever, caught from his little girl, who was very ill with it. Here is hoping that everything is well with them again.

E. L. Brown called at Pip Howard's office in his absence. Call again, E. L.

The last number of the American MutualMagazine carried a very good likeness of our classmate and the following. Wish we could print the picture.

"The growth of the statistical department and the constantly increasing demands upon the assistant secretary and actuary, Mr. Mullaney, to attend to various actuarial duties not directly connected with the department has made an opening which Robert McGowan has been called upon to fill. Mr. McGowan's statistical experience began with the Prudential Life Insurance Company, where for ten years he was medical statistician, and later was statistician with the Rockefeller Foundation of Medical Research for about three years. A Scotchman, a graduate, of Dartmouth in 1903, followed by two years in the Medical School of the University of Pennsylvania, his academic work was completed- with a statistical course at New York University. With such a background Mr. McGowan is well equipped to direct the work of our own extensive statistical department as statistician."

Meat Hanlon, 17 School St., Danvers, Mass., is in need of one of those old open grate Franklin stoves. Has just added on to his living room, and needs more heat. Now, don't everyone in the class go to sending him one and make him pay out a lot of unnecessary freight. But if you know of one, let him hear from you. Meat was at a: lenten luncheon of the Dartmouth Club, along with Whipple, Fat Smith, Kenerson and Pres. Cutler.

"Title today in the sale of the four- story brick estate at 389 Commonwealth Ave., between Massachusetts Ave. and Charlesgate East, to Natalie M. Farmer. This property is assessed on $31,000, of which amount $17,500 is on 2184 feet of land." I

We print the above with this suggestion. Evidently Allan Brown Farmer (who, by the way, is something of a squash tennis player now; the Transcript, from which this clipping is taken, printed his photo, and a very good one, as a player on the Blagden Bulls of the B. A. A.) will have the use of this property. Natalie Morrison is listed as his wife. Now we understand Kenerson and Mahoney are the committee for our summer party. We know Ned has bought a property down near Falmouth. Jerry is as far the other way. If any real dispute arises, why not hold the party on the banks of the Muddy River, and perhaps make it a housewarming too for the Farmers?

The following letter from Kenerson will interest you all:

"As you know, Charlotte and I started the day after her brother's wedding in Bellows Falls for Seattle, Wash., where I was anxious to see an uncle of mine who is seriously ill. We spent two days in that section, looked over the stadium that Dartmouth dedicated, as well as the university buildings, and then went down to our San Francisco office, and were guests at Berkeley of S. C. Smith, Dartmouth '97, my San Francisco partner. He has as a neighbor on one side Bob Leavens 'Ol, who is pastor of the Unitarian church in Berkeley, and on the other side Frank Wentworth, who also shares the same office building with Ginn and Company in San Francisco. Frank has the basement and the first two floors, has an active force of men out on the road, and several branch offices on the coast. He is in the city government in Berkeley, and is, as we all know, a citizen in whom our class can take real pride. Inasmuch as we were to spend Thanksgiving Day on the train, Frank and his wife invited us, the Smiths, and the Leavens in for a regular Thanksgiving dinner the Saturday night before.

"We went out of San Francisco on the sleeper, which we left the first thing in the morning at Santa Barbara, where Johnnie MacLennan was waiting for us with an automobile. He took us all about that town, north and south, out to the Country Club, and finally entertained us before we took the train for Los Angeles at a quaint, old Spanish hotel, where we were privileged to meet at lunch several of their friends. Mac has not been teaching for the past two or three years. He is interested in several movements and activities about the town, and is planning and hoping to get back East this coming year.

"At Los Angeles we had one solid day with Tute Worthen, who has charge of a five thousand acre city park that would be hard to describe to the average New Englander, since the country is so entirely different from the country here. A regular mountain range runs through it, the top of which is covered with fine boulevards, very crooked and winding, with sheer precipices at the sides. All these roads were built by Tute. Different valleys in the park are leased to moving picture concerns, and one sees the false fronts of German castles and various scenes built to form the background for some of their pictures, which no doubt our classmates have seen more than once. This park contains two eighteen-hole golf courses as well as tennis courts, all of which have been built under Tute's direction, for he is not only engineer and chief of police, but superintendent of the park.

"At noontime I met with a Dartmouth crowd, who had shifted their luncheon date that I might meet up with them, and I had my first visit with Dave Bradley since we graduated. He is well and prosperous, but twenty years have made his face somewhat heavier, and grayed his hair so that I had to look twice before I was sure of my man. I had a fine visit with Mansur of our class, who left h's sophomore year, and who has been located in Los Angeles a good many years. Most of the time he has spent with the Los Angeles Electric and Power Company, but he has studied law and been admitted to the bar while at that job, and is now on the legal staff of a title and bonding company of that city. Henniker Sanborn 'O2 and Leighton 'O6, who were in college with us, were at the luncheon.

"In the afternoon Tute took my wife and me down to Los Angeles Harbor and Long Beach, as well as to the oil fields at Signal Hill. The oil development around Los Angeles began only five years ago, and the city itself has certainly had a tremendous growth and development, with great activity in real estate. Ed MacLennan came in and spent the evening with Tute and me. Ed gave up teaching something over two years ago and has spent most of his time since in the real estate game.

"My day with Tute was certainly one long to be remembered, and I certainly want to go back into that country sometime when I have more leisure to play around."

And don't forget the Tucker Fund. I am told some of the classes send each member a bill for so much, and collect it like any other bill. We must at least get it on some basis where we do not expect our class agent to beg and borrow time and money to fill the quota. Let everybody help; be at least somebody.

Editor, 516 Commonwealth Ave., Newton Center, Mass.