BOSTON ASSOCIATION

[The following account of the annual reunion, held on the evening of February 4, is taken bodily from the Boston Globe of the following day.]

The most successful reunion, which the Dartmouth men of Greater Boston have ever held was that last evening in the grand ballroom of the Copley-Plaza, where more than 600 loyal sons of the college gathered for the "Dartmouth Potlatch," held under the auspices of the Dartmouth Alumni Association of Boston and vicinity.

The "Potlatch" took the form last night of an elaborately planned and cleverly executed "Indian Council of War," a feast for the Dartmouth tribes from 1854 to 1924, opening with a grand parade of all the tribes into the council chamber—the dining hall—led by "Big Injun" Dick Paul '11 , who headed the Barbary Coast Band from the reception "tepee," each tribe, in the order of its seniority, falling into the parade, which caused more excitement than anything seen in the hotel in many a day.

President Ernest M. Hopkins of Dartmouth, whose address gave much food for thought to all far-seeing college men, received the greetings of the Boston alumni, who cheered him to the echo. Judge Nelson P. Brown of the Massachusetts Superior Court, Dartmouth '99, was toastmaster. Governor Alvin T. Fuller represented the State of Massachusetts. The other! speakers of the evening were Lewis Parkhurst '78, of the board of trustees of Dartmouth College, and Prof. Fred L. Pattee of Pennsylvania State College, a Dartmouth graduate of the class of 1888, beloved of all Dartmouth men of. his time.

As the column filed into the "Council Chamber," singing football songs under the leadership of Harry S. McDevitt '07, song leader, the Barbary Coast Band swung into a jazz version of the Dartmouth Commencement March, while the aids led each of the marching tribes, in order, down the respective aisles leading to their tables.

When all but the head table were seated, a bugle call was sounded, and a cornet then played "How Dry I Am." To the inquiry as to where the "Big Sachems" were, Dick Paul promised to go and find out, while the suggestion that they were having a "keg party" of their own was made in a loud voice from the floor.

Then in came James P. Murphy '23, in the regalia of a full-fledged Indian, toting an eightgallon keg of supposed rum, which he placed at the toastmaster's place at the head table amid howls of joy from the crowd. The band struck up "Dartmouth's In Town Again," and the "Big Sachems" entered, escorted by the ushers. The keg proving to be quite empty of liquid refreshment, as the blows of Toastmaster Brown's Indian club soon showed, it was removed from sight, and Rev. Donald B. Aldrich 'l7 said grace. After which the attack upon the "buffalo meat"—more correctly, the dinner—began, to the incessant accompaniment of the Barbary Coast Band, tom-tom players from the college in Hanover, N. H., led by Paul Hexter '25, dressed in fantastic Indian costumes.

As the dinner came to a close, on schedule time, marvelous to relate, the band swung into the strains of "Glory to Dartmouth," and Harry McDevitt led the tribal singing of this refrain.

The toastmaster then introduced Gov. Fuller, whose severe attack of laryngitis has affected his voice so as to make it impossible for him to speak in public.

In response to his introduction by Judge Brown, in a long poem to the meter of "Hiawatha," which concluded: "Therefore, up ye braves of Dartmouth! Honor Massachusetts' Sachem! Give a war cry for her Governor Honorable Alvin Fuller,"

the Governor pointed to his throat, while Judge Brown explained that this Redskin had been sleeping away from the tepee, and therefore lost his voice, reading a note which Governor Fuller had scribbled, expressing his appreciation of the honor tended him by the Dartmouth host and adding that he was glad they considered him enough of an Indian to invite him there and extending the best wishes of the State to the sons of Dartmouth—one and all.

Mr. Parkhurst, chairman of the trustees, whose address came next, was introduced in the same poetic meter, as were all the speakers. Mr. Parkhurst told of his stewardship of the Dartmouth funds for the past seventeen years, explaining how the gifts left to Dartmouth have been nurtured and increased until the income of the college, approximately $1,000,000, now equals its expenses.

"We do not make money there," he said, "but we are there to make men!" He paid a high compliment to President Hopkins as "the best possible man to lead the Dartmouth hosts and a real he-man into the bargain, behind whom every Dartmouth man will stand to the last ditch." Mr. Parkhurst paid his own tribute to the college by saying that what it had done for him, made him only too glad, 50 years afterwards, to devote his all to Dartmouth as a means of trying to repay something.

President Hopkins, whose greeting from the Boston Dartmouth Indians must have warmed his heart, declared that the purpose of a college changes in accordance with the changes of each age, a fact he pronounced as right and proper.

"We must recall," he said, "that the purpose of education has been translated, in the past few centuries, from one of preparation for death to one of preparation for life.

"The most effective periods in the world's history," he continued, "have been those which have witnessed change, for there is no progress without motion, although, admittedly, motion does not always spell progress. Change, however, either in our attitude toward education or in anything else, is more apt to produce progress than are the periods of stagnation.

"No one can doubt the fact that man, through education, holds the power to save civilization or that this generation will safeguard it and hand down to the next generation a better civilization than we have ever had before. To this end the human mind must be developed to its maximum, for education alone makes men free. The only slavery is that of ignorance and the only true freedom that of education.

"It is up to our colleges to inculcate the fact that the usefulness of that swashbucklering type of leadership called 'mastery' is over and that leadership, to be useful, need not be supreme leadership.

"The college years, I am convinced, should not be spent in specialization, in the acquiring of a vocational education, but should be devoted to the planting of the seed of the appreciation of the finer things of life, the arts, a seed which will then be developed later. If it is not sown then, the chances are that it will not be developed.

"With all the complicated life of today, no man sees life as a whole but he can appreciate that adaptability and openness of mind are essential to his getting and making the best out of life. Therefore, in college, the qualities which make for mental expansion should be carefully developed, that narrowness may not set in as life goes on. No college ought to identify itself with any religion or cult, for its real purpose is inevitably neutralized in that way. All those qualities which now make Dartmouth great are bound to make her still greater and if I were certain we were doing our very best for the 2,000 boys there, I'd be certain that the whole next generation would be better because of the force of it. If one college makes a grade upward, the others aim upward, too, and results are inevitable."

Prof. Pattee, the final speaker, the warmth of whose greeting showed the affection in which he is held by the older generation of Dartmouth men, spoke of the 80's as the days of transition on which the modern college is now built, and reminisced amusingly about his own undergraduate days at Dartmouth.

"I was brought up under the bunghole system of education," he said, "the idea being to pour education in through the bung!

"There are many theories on education as on anything else," he added, "but all this talk about the college boys of today being so much worse than the college boys of my time is a lot of bunk. When I get feeling that way, as we all will in my business when anything goes especially wrong, I say to myself: 'Old man, pep up, you're getting old. Go to a Dartmouth reunion!' And it works, for real Dartmouth men do not lose the spirit of youth nor the understanding of youth.

"When I hear all this kick about modern jazz and the modern youth being so wrong, I feel like saying that what we have today is just another expression of the same old thing, the superfluous vigor of youth letting itself out a little bit! Modern boys are no worse than we were, only they do it a little bit different !"

One of the high spots of the evening was the reading aloud by Franklin McDuffee '21 of his poem, "Michelangelo," which was awarded the Newdigate prize at Oxford University, in 1924, the first time that such an honor has ever gone to one other than a native of Britain. The poem is remarkable, and Mr. McDuffee's reading of it was justly applauded and keenly appreciated.

Midway in the program came a bit of high comedy in the shape of an Indian snake dance, in full costume, by "Deerslayer Murphy" of the Barbary Coast Band, on a platform at the south side of the hall and to the accompaniment of the band. The dance was a big hit, and deservedly so.

Those who appreciate real opera voices enjoyed the four solos rendered by Fred S. Child 'IS of New York, whose rendition of O'Hara's "There is No Death" was nothing short of superb. Mr. Child was recalled again and again.

A comedy element in singing came in the solos of Harry McDevitt, old-time Dartmouth Glee Club leader, who sang "Me and My Boy Friend," "Alabamy Bound" and "Chinatown." He was applauded to the echo. These lighter forms of entertainment were interspersed in timely fashions between the speeches and rounded out an evening of the best arranged college reunion seen in Boston in many a day.

At the conclusion of Prof. Pattee's speech the assembled tribes, still wearing their effective green headgear, surmounted by long green quill plumes, arose to sing one verse of "Men of Dartmouth," led once more by Harry McDevitt. That ended the never-to-be-forgotten Potlatch of 1925.

Victor M. Cutter '03, president of the United Fruit Company, was elected president of the Dartmouth Alumni Association of Boston and vicinity, for the coming year, taking office automatically as successor of Judge Brown, retiring president.

Other new officers elected for the coming year are: Richard Ward '01, D. B. Keniston '02, Ben Ames Williams '10, and Charles R. Cabot '12, vice-presidents; Charles E. Leech '14, secretary; Austin L. Baker, Jr. '16, treasurer. The executive committee comprises Clyfton Chandler '14, Granville B. Fuller '16, David J. Maloney '97, Harold S. Fuller 'l2, John C. Kimball 'IS, and W. D. Barker '15.

Among the oldest Dartmouth grads who attended last night's Potlatch were F. H. Chatnberlin, A. N. Ward, Edward D. Mason, and Lewis G. Farmer, all of the class of 1872; Hon. Samuel L. Powers '74; W. D. Parkinson '78; Thomas W Proctor '79; and W. S. Kelley '82.

Upon the shoulders of W. Dale Barker, retiring secretary of the association, and George G. Clark, retiring chairman of the executive committee, belongs the credit for much of the success of last night's gathering. Granville B. Fuller '16 was head usher, his assistants including: James W. Newton '86, James R. Chandler '98, Edward H. Kenerson '03, C. Raymond Cabot '12, Allan L. Priddy '15, H. Clifford Bean '16, John H. Chipman '19.

The "Big Injuns" in charge of the various tribal groups consisted of '.Charles Woodworth '07, Joseph W. Worthen '09, Leland powers '10, Chester C. Butts '11, Edward B. Luitwieler '12, Warde Wilkins '13, Herbert S. Austin '14, L. Johnson 'IS, Burt Phinney 'l6, H. H. Piper '76, Josiah F. Hill '84, William M. Hatch '86, W. F. Eaton '99, A. M. Strong '92, C. H. Richardson '96, E. M. Stevens '01, Dr. Henry B. Loder '05, Lyman B. Frazier '06. Ticket taking—no mean job on such an occasion—was n the hands of Clyfton Chandler '14, .Charles E. Leech '14, Edward H. Learnard '24, Jesse K. Fenno '16.