Class of 1917
Old Man Hahn comes forth from his hiding place in Evanston to face the glare of publicity which shines on every proud father. "It's a boy," he's been named John Francis, and has forthwith filed his application for the class of 1946 at Hanover. We congratulate Dorothy and Edmund Hahn from the very bottom of our hearts.
"Please change my address to 20 Oriole St., West Roxbury, Mass.," and the request is signed by Walt Ferguson. It beats the Dutch how these fellows in the noble class of 1917 are forced out into the open by heartless landlords who absolutely refuse to give more than three months' credit. Another unfortunate is Hought Carr, who has moved to 417 South Dallas St. in Pittsburgh. Curly requested that this change he recorded but not published, but he knows that this is impossible. If any of his creditors read this, they must be Dartmouth men, so we plead with them to be lenient, as we know Curly is "good pay" eventually.
One thing we must say for these men whose names have just been mentioned, they are open and above board in their manner of notifying the class secretary of their change in address. Would that we might say as much for others. Sherm Smith did his best in the last Sentry, and we've done our best since June, 1922, to get a record of address changes. But, we ask you, what's the use? The editors absolutely forbid news items to be written in any other language than parlor English, so you all can readily appreciate the extent of our handicap. Furthermore, Phil Comey was always considered to be deaf not blind. Yet try and make him read a request for address changes. "No look, no luck." The same goes for Heinie Wright, Duke Howe, Tubby Tefft, and Roland Mac Gown. Oh, for a strangle hold on their necks.
Ves Whiton says he didn't give enough in his original pledge to the Class Plan. Hot digity dog, if that ain't spirit what makes success, we'll eat it. We've got written proof right in our files that this phenomenon has actually transpired. Furthermore, Ves sends this short message: "If you see any of the boys, kindly extend my regards and wish them all a hot summer."
There's another man of the same spirit as Ves, and that's none other than our old standby, Paul W. Trier. And, men of "Datrauth," it has come to our ears that a famous surgeon of the great Northwest is about to make a change in his pledged amount.
We want you all to know that the office of class agent is no sinecure. Although George didn't exactly wilt at his desk, or in the harness, he did have to knock off long enough to submit to a tonsilectomy. (How do you like that one, Walt?) Suffice it to say that he's now recovered and quite himself again.
Rumor hath it that one Mel Palin is in our intellectual midst. (Meaning Boston, of course.) Several times we have tried to communicate with him, but his work for The Hill Company keeps him pounding our hard pavements a large part of the day. We hope to have something definite to report ere long. Stand by.
The social columns of the Naval Register (if there be such a sheet) inform us that Lieut. Howard M. Shaffer is to visit foreign shores during the coming season. Consequently, any of you who may drop in at the University Clubs of Paris or London should not be surprised if you see Bob.
Another "popper" comes into being. On June 7 Margaret and Forrest Emery announced the arrival of Miss Frances Osborn, and we take pleasure in reporting the mother and father are both doing very well. (Forry will appreciate this one.)
Bill Eaton has reported. Those who bet that he wouldn't are hereby declared losers. He's traveling for the Standard Steel Car Company, with his headquarters established at Pittsburgh. Inasmuch as he's apt to run across several members of the class in his travels, we sincerely hope that he will not neglect to submit a report of his findings.
A while back your Secretary had occasion to visit Springfield, Mass. His time was limited, and so were the sleeping quarters in that pretty town. A Methodist convention was in full swing, but inasmuch as he was not attending, he could not hornswoggle a room out of the Kimball clerk. Hence, he decided to call the bluff of one John W. White and accept a standing invitation. Believe you us, he's very glad he did, because he had a splendid chance to become acquainted with Miss Barbara White. She's a regular chip from the old "blockess," if you get what we mean. Those of you understand me who have had the pleasure of meeting and seeing Mrs. Sam White. Sam has every reason to be a proud father and husband, and we're quite sure he is.
Although he's no bigger than a hydrant and is often confused with such, we are occasionally able to distinguish Joe Randall now and then on the streets of Boston. He's plugging away at undeclared items of tax returns with surprising results. Says that only a senatorial investigating committee could separate him from things he knows about some Seventeeners, but we're still hoping that he'll weaken to the extent of one good story.
Just too late for our last report to the ALUMNI MAGAZINE came an item of news which is deemed to be of vital interest. One man in the class is really appreciative of our class agent, and gives actual evidence of it. Of course, we don't mean to say that all of you aren't, but Hunk Stillman fits actions to words by naming his second child and his first son, Gregory Howard Stillman. We don't mean to insinuate anything, but we would like to call George's attention to page 147 in Vogue's Book of Etiquette, where he will find directions for the acknowledgment of such an honor. Would a bank balance of $1,000 be acceptable to the lad, Hunk? If it would, we'd be glad to tell George that Gregory's birthday is the sth of May.
Carp Atwater's pledge has been received, and he says that as soon as the rate of exchange is better between Spokane and the United States, he will send some money. (Well, if you didn't say that, Carp, it certainly sounded like it.)
Gordon Tracy has also sent along a pledge and told us all about himself in a real letter. The last paragraph of this letter is of particular interest, so we will quote it: "I have been living in Cleveland for the past five years, have been married for four years, have one child—a boy a year old with a strong right foot, yet who looks like a southpawartist, since he insists on eating with his left hand. He has got as far as the "Da, Da" of the Dartmouth short yell. At present I am assistant advertising manager of the National Acme Company of Cleveland, etc. It sounds much bigger than it really is in some respects, particularly financial.
Speaking of pledges reminds us that there's several delegates who haven't crashed through with any word of their financial capacity. Now, we know that some of the gang is hard put for spare cash, and we know that a lot have never learned to write. Not being married, we can't quote glibly on the subject of married men and their budgets. But, by the same gods that will make Calvin Coolidge our next president, we declare war on those procrastinators whose diffidence permits them to just postpone the day when they will "honestly send in that pledge, Sunny."
Without the least regret your Secretary has spent this glorious day (July 4) writing these notes and doing other duties for the class, when he might well have been crossing niblicks on the greensward. Won't you do just a fraction as much by sending us your pledge and money for the 1917 Class Plan? We certainly thank you! ! !
The address of Rev. J. E. Mac Martin is changed from Mansfield, Mass., to Wolfeboro, N. H., where he becomes pastor of the Congregational church.
Henry G. Fowler is one of a group of college men in New York who have organized the Dramatic Arts Guild, for the purpose of fostering the dramatic arts.
Secretary, 37 Arlington St., Cambridge, Mass.
