CLASS OF 1918
Some of the more naturally curious 1918-ers were prompted to take a peek at the Dartmouth Players' recent presentation of '"Blue Blood" in New York city. They were rewarded by the sight of a record turnout of Dartmouth men for a social function in Gotham. The Waldorf-Astoria ballroom and lobbies were jammed to the gills by those who had heeded the publicity campaign of Dick Remsen 'l2.
The show itself was a somewhat dubiously successful musical comedy, which certainly failed to live up to its advance press notices. There was some exceedingly clever footwork and concerted action by the chorus and the ponies, who clearly showed the results of expert training by a professional chorus coach. However, in the opinion of the writer, the acting and feminine impersonations couldn't hold a candle against those of our time. Gone forever are the days of Walt Wanger, Gene Markey, Don Richmond, Finlayson, Sieg Judd, Joe Brewer, Rog Bird, and Werner Janssen. Their successors haven't been found as yet.
There was a great public exhibition of favorite wives and women of our 'lB-ers, who later trotted their companions around to the syncopations of one of Whiteman's numerous jazz orchestras. Among those present at the occasion were Stan Jones, King Rood, Ernie Earley, Andy Ross, Curt Glover, Syl Morey, Dave Skinner, Ru Hesse, John O'Gara, Dick Holton, Red Hulburt, Dave Garrett, Bill Ryan, Christy, and Mader. Most of our married members retired early and sleepy
We hear that Ernie Earley has suddenly discovered a latent aptitude for hiking and is now one of those lovers of the great out-of-doors. Furthermore, that he received his first instructions in how to hike from Stan Jones,—probably chasing the golf sphere. At any rate the D. O. C. has missed a great opportunity.
Otherwise our honored treasurer reports that the early cash returns by our class have been uncommonly satisfactory. He invites all those who have not yet paid their class dues to come across now.
Another ROAR is in the offing. Just how soon it will be out and how big it will be depends entirety upon how quickly and how much news the class sends us. There has already been a ready response to the questionnaires recently mailed out to the Eighteeners, but most of the boys answer the questions only and pass the buck when it comes to furnishing news items. We can't issue a ROAR on statistics only. Give us a little help.
In this connection we might mention that the green ribbon for prompt reply goes to Bill Ryan, whose questionnaire we received back on the same day it was sent out to him.
Hubie McDonough has stepped out into the limelight as a winning basketball coach. His Manchester High School team walked off with the New Hampshire school teams championship after a tough battle with the Hanover High School lads, who did very creditably. Probably Hubie will be looking for a job at Yale or Penn next winter.
Those who relish blue points and oysters will do well to pay a visit to Eric T. Ball at Greenport, N. Y., where our former classmate is engaged in the profession of cultivating and garnering oysters. Ball, who has been married since 1917 and has two children, cordially invites any 18-er who happens upon Long Island to look over his establishment and enjoy a sail on the best body of water there is, Gardner's and Peconic Bay. He also promises plenty of swimming and fishing, especially in June.
Phil Everett writes that he sees an Eighteener but once in a lifetime. He wonders if they are still extant, or whether the next expedition to King Tut's tomb will dig up some oi" their fossilized remains. Anyone can find him at the law office of L. E. Varney '99 at 149 Broadway, New York city.
From the wonderful Southern California we hear from B. E. Ralph that the Dartmouth Club of that section has weekly luncheons at the "Pig and Whistle'' in Los Angeles. Eighteen is represented there by Messrs. Seiler, Stoddard, and Ralph.
Anyone who wishes to know just what is the trouble with his mind needs only to apply to Dr. George Daniels. George is at present at the Boston Psychopathic Hospital in training to become that human species known as psychiatrist. He expects to have a patient on the leash this summer, and with him tour Central Europe. Later, in London it seems that he intends to sink his patient in the Thames so that he may resume his studies in neurology for a couple more months, and then finally end up at the Bellevue Hospital in New York.
Eddie Emerson, our well-known unattached coal merchant, records the following major achievements: (1) Spent a lot of money in a week-end in New York about a month ago; (2) Election to the position of handicapper of the Hatherby Golf Club. Says he doesn't know about the honor, but he does know that a lot of members treat him to the coveted liquid pretty often,—which is saying something these days
From Harvey Perley Hood we learn that the ever industrious Frank Clahane has won a Massachusetts C. P. A., and that he is the youngest man in the state to have this honor. Frank was one out of five or six successful candidates among 150 contestants. Congratulations to Frank.
As to Harvey Hood himself, we have received information from numerous sources that he has been elected a director of the Second National Bank in Boston. When not closeted in at directors' conferences. Rotary Club meetings, and various sundry chamber meetings, Harvey does still occasionally sell a quart of milk. Recently he has also taken in a couple of fires, first at the Hood ice-cream plant, and then at Lowell, where the firm's offices were destroyed in the big fire there.
Albert Kendall is now the office manager of the Boston branch of the Keene Silk Fiber Mills. He can be reached at 236 Summer St.
Howard Gleason of Gleasondale asks how one can achieve an achievement. He claims he is too busy chasing the elusive dollar to stop for such trifles. Wants to know how it is that Christgau can tour the state of Maine in a Pierce Arrow while the best his chauffeur could p'foduce was a Buick.
In Grand Rapids, Mich., the furniture city, Ted Booth is now circulation manager of the Grand Rapids Press. He is married, and is the proud father of a Nancy. Ted writes that in a high dive last summer he cracked his knob on the bottom, broke his neck, and paralyzed his right side. At the present time, however, the old wing is back to normal. That's an achievement at any rate.
The paper expert, Ted Hazen, of Holyoke, Mass., sends in the following contribution: "Last fall while on my semi-annual sales trip through the Middle West, I had the very great pleasure of meeting several 18-ers. George Carpenter entertained Bots Williams and me on one of the golf links of Des Moines. George has one fine recruit for either Smith or Dartmouth, \I don't remember which gender it is. In Omaha I met A 1 Sibbernsen. A 1 is the same happy-go-lucky fellow now that he was in college. Always there with the right word at the right time. A great reception he gave me, and I enjoyed a most pleasant evening at his home with him and his two youngsters."
Guilford St. Clair admits that it is somewhat of an accomplishment to be transformed from an English shark, or something of the kind, to a sort of half-ass engineer. At present he is connected with the technical staff of the Ordnance Department, Washington, D. C. Last year he published "Ordnance Technical Notes No. 1. :—The Equations of Motion for Interior Ballistics," whatever that all means.
Attorney-iat-law Jack Slabaugh writes that he is still running errands for his firm Slabaugh, Young, Seiberling, Huber, and Guinther in Akron, Ohio. He also records as major events the following: Marriage to Thelma Lewis last August, admission to the bar, chortling in Harvard Stadium last fall, working a double finesse on Sol Bloom, succeeding in putting a fifth mortgage on his house.
Pete Serafin says he can no longar keep track of the number of lives he has saved. Up in New Haven he is practicing medicine for himself. Will attempt to win the Nobel prize with his new book now nearing completion, and promises that the proceeds will go to the class treasury.
"Father of the prettiest baby in the class" Tom O'Connell. We don't doubt Tom's word, but imagine he has pretty stiff opposition in this respect. The first counter claim will undoubtedly come from G. Moulton Davis of New Rochelle, whose youngster has proven his worth by carrying off the blue ribbon at the baby show in that town. In this connection also it might be well to mention also that our bank vice-president, Russ Howard, sets forth his claim to distinction that "Jeanne Eloise selected me as her father."
The Secretary managed to survive the admonishments dealt out at the interesting and illuminating 20th annual meeting of the Secretaries Association at Hanover late in April, but has been exceedingly meek ever since. He cannot be anything but humble in spirit when he realizes the vast discrepancy between that which should have been done and that which has been left undone.
Secretary, , 953 Madison Ave., New York
