Class of 1918
The shock of seeing The Roar has '18 reeling. Fritz Cassebeer lays the year and a half delay to King Rood's marriage ten months ago, while the latter claims the excavation of the Secretary's appendix five weeks ago to be the basic cause. President Jones distributes the blame three ways, one-third each to the maligned Editor and the discredited Secretary, and the remaining third to the traction interests of the city of New York. If Hylan ever got wind of it there would be bound to be another Roar forthcoming in a couple of months. We hope there will be anyway.
In the meantime, at recent star chamber proceedings the moguls of 1918 took it upon themselves to take a class subscription to the DAMMOUTH ALUMNI MAGAZINE. This has already taken effect with the March issue, and henceforth every member of the class will receive a copy of this magazine each month, nine times a year.
Now that the decision has been, handed down, this plan which has found favor with many of the younger classes would seem to have several obvious advantages. It will provide better than any other medium a monthly outlet for notes of 1918 happenings. Further, there is interesting information on the other classes that were with us at college, and, continually, live up-to date news of Dartmouth direct from Hanover. The magazine is intended to supplement but not to replace The Roar, which will continue to be published from time to time whenever feasible with additional news and such items that would not be practicable for these columns.
The usual "hitch" is of course again present, but in this case should not be insurmountable. As those who have received Treasurer Earley's recent polite note already know, in order to make this plan workable the yearly tax will now have to be $3.00 per head, of which $1.85 will go towards the class subscription. At that, the three bucks are less than the dues of most classes, and the experiment seems distinctly worth while. The success and continuation of the plan depends upon the support of the class.
Jake Bingham, who has been wrestling milk cans for H. P. Hood and Sons, has recently been promoted to foreman, and now has charge of one of the Dorchester districts. According to Harvey, Jake has developed an uncanny knack in diluting milk and his advancement is due to' his proficiency in this respect.
The latest nuptial to be unearthed is that of Hort Chandler, who was ensnared by Elizabeth Bradlee Snow of Newton Center, Mass. The ceremony took place on January 31, and was attended by such prominents as Harvey Hood, Tom Shirley, and Amos Blandin. After spending their honeymoon in Hanover during winter carnival, the couple settled in Concord, N. H.
Paul Erwin has just confided to us that he has been engaged for a year to Miss Mary Loughery of Philadelphia, and. intends to wait until June before marrying. After having spent five years on shipboard in the navy and merchant marine, during which period he has been around the world a couple of times, Paul is having considerable difficulty in curbing the "wanderlust" in favor of landlubber's routine and the serious study of law. At present he is a student at Temple University in Philly, and at the same time a claim adjuster for the Liberty Mutual Insurance Company. Erwin's address is now 1525 Walnut St., Philadelphia.
Our amiable squire of Joliet, Ill., Doc Woodruff, reports with apparent regrets that he is still single. With the help of his father and uncle he is practising eye, ear, nose, and throat on all comers. Probably accounts for his loneliness.
Earley Sits in Death Chair.—"Probably not for the last time" is Musty Pounds' sage comment, when informed of it. "There should be one in every busy man's office for insurance agents and me of that ilk," declares Morey.
It appears that on a recent week-end trip accompanied by Henry Mader, Earley made a pilgrimage to Sing Sing drawn by the morbid interest which his line of work naturally inspires. Of course, Mader, too, feels at home there,—the Diamond brothers and all the criminals seem to be about his size. Therefore, mixing in with the bona fide customers, they easily passed into the inmost recesses of the fortress even to the Death House. Oiling up the warden, Earley even seated his bony Presbyterian carcass in the chair itself, while pallid lackeys adjusted straps, leg irons, heterodynes, and skull cap.
Mader reports that at this juncture while Earley was a trifle nervous the warden chanced to note a corner of a policy protruding from the guest's inside coat pocket.
"Are you," he demanded coldly, "an insurance agent?"
"No," quavered the Pope, but his shifty eyes gave him the lie.
"Throw the switch, Grogan!"
Only by exerting the traditional strength of the Earleys was the frantic Pope able to tear his way free before getting the shock of his life.
Better luck next time, Ernie, say we.
President Jones also associates with "Lifers," but of a different brood. His latest pals are Don Herold, cartoonist, and Bob Sherwood, both of Life, who are taking him in tow. Stan's recent progress has been rapid. His first attempts with Scribner's, Atlantic Monthly, and Munsey's were all successful, and there are indications of his' breaking into the SaturdayEvening Post soon. Furthermore, he has been elected to the governing board of the New York Alumni Association.
Gossip's Weekly reports that Andy Ross has been seen with still another woman. He's exposing himself anyway, and will get caught yet. That Frank Christy is again boasting of his offspring.. This time with photographs. Also that Louie Lee has maneuvered himself into the financial position where he can afford a baby and a Cadillac at the same time. Eighteeners are inquiring how it's done.
The career. of Gus Gustafson, now one of the leading Babbitts of Indianapolis, is held out as a model for aspiring juveniles in The Bulletin, the monthly organ of the American Central Life Insurance Company. For instance, "it furnishes an illustration of the swift progress possible for the man who can see and grasp opportunity." Further, "after graduating from Dartmouth he began his career in the work-a-day world by taking a job as a factory hand in the mills of the Torrington Company,—he was successively promoted from workman to stock room foreman, to employment manager, to sales force, where his hard work won him quick recognition." And again, before resigning late in 1923 "to link up with the American Central" he had already recruited "a staff of 85 representative dealers and 200 salesmen handling Torrington electric cleaners!" What more can be said to the credit of the American Central Life's field superintendent?
Before we proceed we must drop the reminder that the 1918 class treasure chest needs replenishing,—Earley's escapades notwithstanding. Further, assistance must be lent to Amos Blandin, who has been toiling for years to have 1918 make a respectable showing in the Alumni Fund drives. The class made the grade last year and ranked 25th in the standing of clubs. More progress is looked for this year. It's up to everybody to join the big push.
Secretary, 953 Madison Ave., New York
