Deaths

(This is a listing of deaths of which word hasbeen received since the last issue. Full notices,which are usually written by the class secretaries,may appear in this issue or a later one.)

CLASS OF 1865

Charles Carroll Hall died at his home, 483 Greene Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y., July 15, 1925, after five years of invalidism resulting from a broken hip.

He was born in Sandwich, Mass., June 7, 1838, his parents being Joseph and Lydia (Bodfish) Hall. He fitted for college under private instruction. He was a member of Psi Upsilon, and graduated with Phi Beta Kappa rank.

After graduation he taught at the Franklin (N.H.) Academy for a year. Later he engaged in the insurance business in Boston, and afterwards in Brooklyn. In 1878 he became a member of the staff of market reporters attached to the New York Tribune, and in that capacity also served, in addition to the Tribune, the Herald and Times. Later, when the papers belonging to the United Press consolidated their market reports under the organization of the United Press Association, he served that organization as long as it lasted. When the United Press papers joined the new organization known as the New York City News Association, he continued as assistant reporter up to 1918, when he retired at the age of eighty years. At the time of his retirement he had been longest in service in his department of any reporter that had ever filled that position.

October 11, 1871, Mr. Hall was married to Rachel Willis, daughter of Samuel and Mary Smith of Brooklyn, N. Y., who survives him, with two sons and three daughters.

CLASS OF 1868

George Burritt Vanderpoel died, October 16, 1925, at his home in Chatham, N. J., after an illness of about three years' duration, which had rendered him increasingly incapacitated.

He was born in New York city, August 29, 1846, the son of Jacob and Catharine Ann (Waldron) Vanderpoel. He entered upon business in the year after graduation from college as a member of the firm of Ely, Vanderpoel and Kitchell, dealers in hides and leather, in which he continued ten years, but his business interests did not prevent his being appointed, in 1870, deputy tax commissioner of New York city, a position which he held for three years.

In 1875 he entered the Federal civil service in the U. S. appraiser's office in New York, but in the next year he resigned to become the private secretary of Seth Ely, his business partner, who had been elected mayor of New York city. In 1879 he was appointed commissioner of the department of taxes and assessments of the city, serving until 1884. From then on he was engaged in "the development and management of metropolitan real estate."

He married Miss, Maria Louise Ely, October 14, 1868. Three children were born to them, of whom two daughters died in infancy and one son, Ambrose Ely Vanderpoel, survives, a lawyer in New Jersey. Together with this son he joined the Presbyterian church on Easter Sunday, April 2, 1894, of which occasion he wrote, "Surely no other side of human experience is of greater interest and moment than the placing of all one's eternal interests in the keeping of the God of all goodness."

CLASS OF 1872

William Henry Leonard, born on a farm near Bellair, Mo., June 4, 1848, son of Nathaniel and Margaret (Hutchinson) Leonard, died at his home, 1107 West 63rd St., Los Angeles, Cal., August 30, 1925.

He suffered a mild stroke of apoplexy in October, 1921, not seriously affecting his getting around nor impairing his mind or any of his senses. In October, 1924, he met with a bad accident, and following that his health failed. In July he had a second shock, which was followed August 22 by a severe stroke, causing his death.

"Will," from his entrance into the world, had to bear the cross of what would appear an almost unsurmountable physical handicap to undertaking what young men with two good arms and hands may enter upon with joyous expectations.

After graduating, he remained on his father's farm three months, and then with his younger brother, Abiel, went to Saline County, Mo., and fenced in 1800 acres of wild land and made of it a fine farm.

He believed that a college education was not a misfit or waste of time for a young farmer, and he "stood by" for twenty-five years on this large farm and proved up his convictions. When the first report of the class was prepared, Will wrote in June, 1877, that his farm was of the very best land in Missouri, although in '72 there had never been turned a furrow nor was there a rail or a plank on it; that then they had fourteen miles pf fencing, a good house and stable, 400 acres of nice meadow, 500 acres of corn, 470 head of cattle, and also a few hogs and sheep.

In 1898 they sold this farm, and after a short time he engaged successfully in the sale of agricultural implements at a promising little city, Miami, 1.T., remaining there six years. He had remained a bachelor after graduation for fourteen years, but in 1886 married Virginia L. Halley, a graduate of one of the best Western colleges. December 11, 1893, a son,. William Halley Leonard, was born, so that it became wise in 1904 that this boy should have better advantages for education than Miami offered.

Thereafter bronchial troubles developed in the health of the son because of the severity of the winters in Missouri, where they went to live, so that a ranch of 160 acres was bought in New Mexico in a delightful climate, where three years of out-door life made the boy robust and able to complete his school work. Thus father and mother devoted their lives to the health and education of the son, until at the age of 18 years he felt able to "hustle" for himself and located at Los Angeles, Cal., where he engaged in the business of selling coffee, teas, and spices. In May, 1925, Will assured the Secretary that the son at the age of 31 was doing a splendid business. The father and mother moved there in 1921, so the family could be near each other.

Will was a religious man, having joined the Baptist church at the age of 18, and thereafter throughout his life was active in church and Sunday school work wherever he lived.

We can do nothing better than to quote from "A Friend" in the local newspaper testimonials : "He was very sociable and loved his felow men, ever seeking by his words and life to lift them to a higher plane of thinking and living. He was genial and friendly, beloved by all, rich and poor, old and young, white and colored. He was outspoken against evil as he was for the right. Providence endowed him with a good mind, a great heart, a sweet spirit, and indomitable courage. While he stood in the ranks of strong men, he was still as humble and gentle as a little child. One could not help feeling that he walked with God. The memory of him is sweet and lasting."

The class secretary in corresponding with him found him earnestly intent on being helpful, and the sentiments he expressed about college and classmates were very warm, happy, and loyal.

He was one of the charter members of the Dartmouth charge of Theta Delta Chi.

CLASS OF 1886

George Edwin Fletcher died October 7, 1925, at his home in: the Le Blanc Apartments, 51st and Walnut Sts., Philadelphia, Pa., after an illness of less than a month.

His home when in college was at Tilton, N. H, but he was born at Ballardvale, Mass., August 28, 1862.

For a time after graduation he had an office position with a firm of hosiery manufacturers in Richmond, Va., and then was connected with the United States Internal Revenue bureau as special sugar examiner until. 1894. He was then for some time in New Orleans, interested in sugar growing.

In 1912 he was appointed deputy commissioner of internal revenue at Washington and January 1, 1918, was transferred to Philadelphia as internal revenue agent in charge, which position he held until the time of his death.

October 2, 1889, Mr. Fletcher was married to Leila, daughter of John and Marian Taliaferro of Richmond, Va., who survives him, with a son, Lieutenant William T. Fletcher, U. S. A., now stationed at Asheville, N. C., and a daughter, Marian, the wife of C. C. Owens, who is in the office of the commissioner "of internal revenue at Washington.

The burial was at Alexandria, Va.

CLASS OF 1888

An unexpected reaction in what was apparently a successful recovery from an operation for appendicitis brought to a sudden close in St. Luke's Hospital, New York city, on the 20th of October, the life of Gilbert Sykes Blakely, one of the great schoolmen of our time.

Mr. Blakely, the son of Rev. Quincy and Gertrude (Sykes) Blakely, was born in a country parsonage in Campton, N. H., on the 15th of June, 1865. David N. Blakely 'B9 and Quincy Blakely '94 are his brothers. He completed his preparation for college at St. Johnsbury Academy, and was graduated from Dartmouth in 1888 as the fourth in his class. He was a member of D. K. E. and Phi Beta Kappa. He also took two prizes and four final honors. During his senior year he was president of the Y. M. C. A. and of the Dartmouth Lecture Association. By graduate study he won his A.M. from Dartmouth in 1891 and from Harvard in 1897.

Immediately after graduation he became master in English at Worcester Academy, where he remained for eight years, during which time Ernest Martin Hopkins was one of his students. When high schools were first organized in Manhattan, he went to New York in 1897 and was made chairman of the English department in the Morris High School. In 1913 he was put in charge of the Westchester Annex of that school, and the following year, when the Evander Childs High School was organized, he became its principal, which position he held for twelve years, until his death. This is one of the largest high schools in America, having over 6000 pupils.

Mr. Blakely was married, August 16, 1893, to Gertrude M. Woolworth, who survives him. A daughter, Helen Woolworth, was born December 6, 1894, of whom Mr. and Mrs. Blakely were suddenly bereaved last spring.

During his twenty-eight years' residence in New York Mr. and. Mrs. Blakely lived in the Fordham section of the city. All this time he was a member of the Fordham Manor Reformed church, was successively deacon and elder, and for over twenty-five years was superintendent of its Sunday school. He was also active in the Y.M.C.A., the Boy Scouts, and in the local Board of Trade.

In his profession he was a leader on committees for improving the curriculum, and he edited several textbooks in English, of which the last were Treasure Island and Macbeth. His friends believed that his large administrative tasks and his devotion to his school work kept him from the creative literary work of which he was so eminently capable.

The supervision of a large faculty and the endless details of the daily task prevented in his later years the exercise of his remarkable abilities as an inspiring teacher, and yet in the midst of the army of young people whom he led he found much time for the interests and the troubles of the individual student. The tributes from his colleagues that immediately followed his passing indicate how unusually he attracted and held the loyalty of his fellow workers.

Two impressions remain as one studies the career of this man of great abilities and opportunities, cut off in his best days. One is of the high place he held in his profession, through his balanced judgment, his faithful attention to details, his breadth of view, his untiring enthusiasm. The other is of his noble character. It is safe to say that few students of his time at Dartmouth won such respect for their high idealism and consistence to Christian standards as did he. The ripeness •of his character was always his most significant charm. Such words as "gentle," "modest," "fair," "patient," "kind," rose to the lips of his colleagues as they thought and spoke of "him, all old-fashioned virtues, deep-rooted and flourishing. To his more fallible friends his ability to keep his temper under all circumstances, his invariable cheerfulness in discouragement and personal sorrow, that perpetual manifestation of considerateness and breeding, which characterize the gentleman, were both admirable and inimitable.

While Mr. Blakely had no redeeming bad habits, he was a lively and living personality. He enjoyed walking, motoring, golf, and camping. He loved the College, and usually spent his summers near enough to it, to enjoy its library and links. The men of the College who met him there recognized that he was one of its chief products. But it was in the metropolis and among the tens of thousands of boys and girls upon whom his hand was laid in the school of which he was in the truest sense father and founder that this good man and great teacher made his finest and most enduring impress.

CLASS OF 1894

The news has only recently been received of the death of John H. Morse, a member of this class during freshman and sophomore years, which occurred at El Paso, Texas, June 3, 1924, of pneumonia, after a very brief illness.

He was born at North Haverhill, N. H., June 14, 1872, his parents being John Nelson and Kate (Southar-d) Morse, and his college preparation was obtained at Lyndon (Vt.) Institute. He was a member of Theta Delta Chi.

For many years he was engaged in mining engineering in Colorado and Nevada. At the time of his death he was consulting engineer for the Mexican Northwestern Railroad, with offices in El Paso, and he had held that position for several years.

March 8, 1924, he was married to Alberta Heep, principal of a school in El Paso, who was the daughter of Louis Christian and Aurelia (Cole) Heep.

CLASS OF 1903

The following tribute to the memory of Aldis W. Lovell, whose death was noted in the Necrology of the November MAGAZINE, comes from the Waterbury (Conn.) Bar Association.

To us who active on the Stage of Life Are so engrossed in countless ways and things That we forget and ofttimes leave to Chance The Destiny of our own Human Souls, The Message comes to Stop, to Look, to Think!

A gentleman has passed. Let us revere The very thoughts that made him clean and fine.

God lent to him, as to the rest of us, The strength to stand, to live, to grow, and be A blessing to the rest of human-kind. This Faith was his, he always kept it bright, And while he lived in quiet modesty, Nor lifted up his voice with blatant tongue To laud himself or else to heap abuse That be might higher seem beside it, He left no trail of "ill-begotten thoughts, He held his Honor high, a manly man!

A Minute Man he was. A Messenger Among the first, he always carried on. He had no thoughts of Self. 'Tis ever thus ! The Gold by Fire tried, that shows no dross, Alone is fine. The War developed him, While many others better known to fame Went down and down and disappeared from sight. The War consumed them fast, their fame and works. Thus leads the Path, the Light of which is T ruth! And when the Sound of misbegotten War had ceased Again he took his proper place and sought In service to his fellow man, to find His joy and comfort. Rare indeed is he, Who has no enemies, whose Honor bright Ts full of strength, and character and deeds; Yet such was he, and Aldis hid no guile; He lived a Man, and in his strength he died!

Such lives as his show not in lusty deeds, Nor advertise themselves in limelight glare. Thev make us stop. They show the lives that live

Beyond the borrowed envelope of flesh Are those who keep the Faith, whose lives sincere Have blessed their fellow men, and who in Peace Can wend their way to God, who made us all.

CLASS OF 1909

John Kimball Saville died in Chicago on August 25, 1925, at the age of thirty-seven. His death followed a short illness, being directly due to peritonitis following an operation for stomach trouble. He leaves a widow and three children.

After leaving college Johnnie was engaged in civil engineering in Boston, then moved to Chicago, entered the steel business, and married. There he has lived ever since.

John was a man with few intimates, but with a host of friends. He was generous to a fault, a prince of good fellows in his own right, but apparently caring little whether he exercised that right or not. Tall, easy-going, reaping obvious enjoyment from whatever the day had in store for him, a genial devil when deviltry was afoot, and a one hundred percent backer of everything that was worth while, he moves with that slow graceful gait of his through the foreground of a great number of the pictures which memory recalls to the mind of a classmate.

Johnnie's place in the class will be a void which cannot be filled, except as such a memory can help to fill it. But he will always remain as one of the foremost and one of the best beloved of the silent partners in our future gatherings.

The name of Charlie Cartland, who died suddenly in Paris on September 10, 1925, will recall a clean-cut, likable young chap, keeping himself in the background rather than in. the foreground of campus doings, but engaging himself consistently in scholastic work of the highest order. One remembers him as always a gentleman,—a gentleman of quiet culture second to that of no man in the class. Surrounded, in Hanover days, by a little group of kindred souls, observing rather than joining in the boisterous deviltry of all about him, he reaped as his reward a finer scholarship than most of us, and a more sympathetic personal contact with the thorough and inspiring scholars whom the faculty included, and whose comradeship was, to those fitted as Charlie was to receive it and to appreciate even then its true value, one of the richest boons of Dartmouth life.

Charlie hailed from Dover, N. H., and after graduation with high honors returned there and was employed by the Strafford National Bank, of which his father was president. During the last five years he traveled extensively in Germany and France. The circumstances of his sudden death, which are the cause of concern to the American Consulate in Paris, are not yet fully known. But we who knew him need no assurance that he lived his last years, as he lived the years at Hanover, a fine-grained gentleman, and a son of the College whom we are proud to include as one of us.

The November number of the ALUMOT MAGAZINE contained a statement about Freddie Morawski, written by his widow. The Secretary has not felt that he should or well could supplement that statement, except to say that the pounds of flesh and blood which were taken by the death of Freddie Morawski were taken from the very heart of the class. His very name suggests to a Naught Niner a laughing, turbulent little combination of imp and angel,—never quiet, never sad, never anything but welcome to each and all of us. His humor, his unfailing optimism, and his boundless energy dispelled many a gray cloud, and cheered many a Dartmouth heart with a perennial cheer which cannot wholly pass away with the passing of the lad who gave it.

When a man thinks of his college class, his mind instinctively turns first, I think, to a group, often a very small group, of men of vivid personality in and through whom its memories, its spirit, and its peculiar genius seem to focus. Such a one was Freddie. And never, I am sure, while the class survives, will one of us hear his name without a smile on the lip, a glitter in the eye, and a warm glow in the heart.

One is not surprised that in the BuenosAires Herald more than two full columns were required merely to name the throng who attended his funeral. And it is good to know from the following "appreciation" published in that paper, that the inimitable charm of the lad was known and recognized wherever he went, and to feel that he must have realized it and have been deeply happy in the knowledge.

"An Appreciation.

"To have known, Freddie Morawski was to have loved him. His character was such that he could not for long be a stranger to you. That is why his death came as a blow to a large circle of friends. The men who are morose, who take life seriously, who walk as if with the cares of a nation on their shoulders, pass away without calling forth even a fleeting sigh. They do not arouse that love and affection which is as the salt of life. But when men like the genial, joy-loving, joy-spreading Freddie pass on, we cannot help feeling that the world is poorer, that we are poorer. And if a tear drops, it is more in sorrow for those who are left behind, more in selfish regret that there may be less gaiety in our own lives, than for him. For he must have met that passing phase called death with just the same smile and courage with which he faced life, feeling for others rather than for himself.

"Whenever I met Morawski I felt better for it. I felt that, after all, this was not such a bad old world, that there is a great deal of fun and happiness knocking around if one only wants to look for it. He was a man who refused to look on the dark side of any picture. His searching gaze was always on the silver lining. And the world can ill its optimists; it can well, spare its pessimists. He was, also, one who was readily sympathetic, full of life, eager to joke and to laugh, yet who toiled and worked as hard as any of us, realizing the necessity and the pleasure of work. He was pre-eminently a family man. Those who knew him as a gay bachelor were astonished to discover that he made an ideal father and husband. He had been so willing, earlier in life, to burn the candle at both ends, to assist at entertainments, to drink the very dregs of bachelordom, yet, when Cupid caught him in his coils, . Freddie was the first to realize that wild oats could not be his daily diet, that certain responsibilities and other quieter pleasures must in future be his. I have rarely seen a prouder father. He took such extraordinary interest in his family; he was so proud, so happy in them. He made a finer benedict than bachelor. And, at the last analysis, it is by a man's home life that he must be judged.

"Frederick Morawski has left the world a sadder place for many of us, but he has left us an example which may make the world brighter. He lived every hour of his short life, he carried sunshine with him, he spread joy'around. Perhaps thought of him will help us in our dark hours, will lighten our bitterness when everything looks dark and forbidding. Frederick Morawski has passed on his way, but his influence and memory will abide with iiq for many years.

A Friend."

CLASS OF 1925

William Warren Campbell of Uxbridge, Mass., died in Chicago on the morning of Wednesday; October 21, following a sudden operation for appendicitis. Funeral services were held at his home in Uxbridge on the following Sunday afternoon.

Campbell was born in Dudley, Mass., July 7, 1903. He prepared for college at Uxbridge High School, and received the degree of Bachelor of Science from Dartmouth College in June, 1925. He was a member of the Epsilon Kappa Phi fraternity.

HONORARY

Rt. Rev. Edward Melville Parker, Protestant Episcopal bishop of New Hampshire, who received the honorary degree of Doctor of Divinity in 1914, died suddenly of apoplexy on October 22 in New Orelans, where he was m attendance upon the national convention of his church.

He was born in Cambridge, Mass., July 11, 1855, the son of Henry Melville and Fanny Cushing (Stone) Parker, received his preparatory education at St. Paul's School, Concord, and went to England for his collegiate course obtaining his bachelor's degree from Oxford University in 1878. He was a master m St. Paul's School from 1879 to 1906, in the latter year became bishop coadjutor of New Hampshire, and had been bishop since April 1, 1914.