CLASS OF 1914
Our class bulletin of February 25 has resulted in a series of gratifying letters, which we trust will be continued. They all express the feeling which we all have that Bill Slater should be given a rising vote of thanks for his work in arranging the material which came to him in his office as class treasurer.
Margeson, who claims to have been nominated, voted, and elected by one vote (that of Bill Slater) to look out for 1914 news in Missouri, wants a list of all of the boys in that general section of the country, and threatens to write them a personal letter every once in a while looking for news. He is working hard to have the glee club come to St. Louis during the April trip, and says that the class of 1914 is well represented among the guarantors. He also says that in that city Dartmouth stands extremely high in public esteem, due to the selective system. Only one out of ten applicants was accepted last fall and the general public has come to a realization that it is a decided credit to be able to matriculate in Dartmouth. Aside from college affairs, Marg puts in his time with the Simmons Hardware Company at St. Louis.
Win Snow, from the distant suburbs of Providence, writes that at the unanimous request of the treasurer he is sending me some information about the Potlatch held in Boston on the last Saturday in January. Those present were listed in the previous issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE. He winds up as follows: "Bill Slater is to be given a writing vote of thanks for his work in getting out the 1914 bulletin. By writing I mean exactly that. We were all glad to get such an interesting epistle, and there are enough who have not sent in to make another entire bulletin. It will be interesting to Bill to get the three bills rather than Bill sending more bills for three bills."
The following was contributed "anonymously": Understand that "Dutch" Burnham is still in Pittsburgh, where the local frails have attached to him the name of "Don." "Dutch"—so be it—labors mightily in the interest of a high tariff to protect lightening the cost of light. He selleth plate glass and doeth right well—so it is told. We spent an evening with him recently and took a bridge lesson from him and Bill Eaton '17, the same putting a lusty dent in our bank roll. Dutch swears he accompanies George Briggs and Red Loudon indefinitely in defending their bachelor status. Nevertheless we waited half an hour while some belle called him on the 'phone. We of long years of married life noted a certain purr in his voice which we have never failed to see result in wedding bells. "Just a pal," quoted Dutch—yet—we shall see; we shall see.
We hear that Bill Barnes comes to Boston town soon to sell us bonds. Wherewithal to buy we have not, but welcome Bill—your smile makes us forget your graying hair.
The March issue of the National Geographic carries an article on Transylvania by J. Theodore Marriner, Ph.D. Ted probably circulates considerably in Washington, but we don't see him much up this way.
One of these double-barreled cards tied with blue ribbon came from Houston, Tex., the other day saying, Louise Richards Applin, February 13, 1926.
At the alumni dinner at New York in January, Jim Heenehan announced the arrival of a daughter, but our correspondent omits the name.
Speaking of New York, every member of the class should remember that Mart Remsen has opened his campaign for the Alumni Fund. We had a splendid record last year, which may have caused them to boost our total this year. The fact remains, however, that we must all pitch in a little harder than we did before. Mart is doing a splendid job, but cannot do it all alone. Send him your check, and make it as much as you can.
Paige Junkins has left San Francisco, and his address for the time being is P. O. Box 597, Rochester, N. Y.
On January 1 Ted Main became associated with the Chemical Paper Manufacturing Company in the office sales department. His headquarters are in Holyoke, Mass., where he expects to have his family settle very shortly. Ted says there is a live Dartmouth crowd of about forty members in that city, and that he frequently sees "Pom" Pomeroy, Jim Ramage, and Johnny Hazen. Ted's address is 93 Dartmouth St., Holyoke, Mass.
Jack Dellinger has the states of Texas, Louisiana, and Arkansas to roam over. Jack says that he will see us in Hanover in 1929, provided it is agreed to leave all wives at home and the prohibition trust has been all busted.
In the March ALUMNI MAGAZINE, which has just landed on my desk, I see that Ken Fuller is listed as selling bonds. That certainly is a mistake, for Ken has never sold bonds so far as I know, and at the present is taking work at the Harvard Graduate School.
Clyf Chandler does not want the impression to get abroad that he has given up life insurance for the cranberry business. Clyf is at his office, 30 State St., every day in Boston, Mass, although he is living in Plymouth.
In mailing our recent class bulletin it has been discovered that several of the boys are not receiving mail at the last address which we have on the list. If any one can give a complete address for any of the following, please do so : Franz Marceau, Frank H. Donovan, Luther A. Pattee, Harold A. Stiles, Charles H. Luby, Howard C. Hoyt, and Chester L. Barrows.
It was a great shock to all of us to learn of the sudden death of Perry Parsons on February 18. The class has suffered a severe loss. Notice of his death appears in another column. The following resolutions were drawn up by Wheelock, the class chaplain, and subsequent paragraphs prepared by Ed Leech: Josiah Perry Parsons "We, the members of the class of 1914 of Dartmouth College, desire to place on record our tribute to the memory of our beloved classmate, Josiah Perry Parsons, who died on Thursday, February 18, 1926; and we hereby express our universal appreciation:— "For the warmth of his friendship and the breadth of his interest, displayed with unusual power not only during his undergraduate days but as an alumnus of the College; "For the quiet strength of his personal character and his integrity of life that was a constant inspiration to an ever increasing circle of acquaintances.
"Therefore be it resolved: that this expression of our regard and affection for him and our sorrow at his passing be spread on the minutes of the class; be published in the DARTMOUTH ALUMNI MAGAZINE; and that a copy be sent to his family with our deepest sympathy."
For the class of 1914. PAUL W. LOUDON, President. JOHN M. PALMER, Secretary.
As I remember the day, it was one of June's best in 1910. Northbridge was playing Webster High. Matt Hallett was going like Walter Johnson, and we were behind about 17 to 0. Not alone were we helpless against Matt, but they had a bird in centerfield, who outside of making a couple of home-runs and stealing about a dozen bases had had a quiet afternoon.
Along about the eighth inning, after vainly poking at Matt's shoots and whiffing three times, something happened, and as nice a Texas leaguer as you ever saw popped toward right center. The centerfielder tore in fast and missed it. A man scored, and we were saved a shut-out.
Walking off the field, someone slapped us on the back and allowed that it was a nice hit. He said it with a smile, and there I met Perry Parsons.
Acquaintance in the fall soon ripened into friendship. He was one good scout. Because our hometowns were rivals, he used to roast me on its local happenings.
In the spring of freshman year, out for baseball practice, this bird would stand behind me and remind me I couldn't hit. He didn't need to tell that to Matt and Pat Willard.
Ten years after graduation came our big Tenth Reunion. Those of us who were there were treated to an example of high finance. How so much could be bought for $20.00 only Perry knew. After paying all the normal expenses, something else would come up.
"How about it, Perry? Got any left?"
That great smile of his—"Just enough"— would be the reply.
He got a great kick out of that reunion, and he got it because the gang with him were enjoying the party with him. That explains our tenth. It was one for all.
I never saw him really angry. I never heard him say an unkind thing.
He is gone, but 1914 can still insist, like the little girl, questioned in the churchyard— "We are seven." His memory remains.
How often difficult it is for one to guess The reason for his ego's acts! Not knowing even self, the mental processes Of friends must lie forever hidden Far deep within their golden amity. The mind of man is deep, inscrutable; Impervious to probe. —We little know How burns their souls; what plagues the mind. Sometimes we hope we feel the "What" and "How," But angels only know the "Why." E. L.
A few words from Red Loudon: There is a rumor in the ether that Chet Paul, who by the way is the King of Elwood City, Pennsylvania, has become tired of boarding house hash and has consented to walk double with one of the charming daughters of the State of Pennsylvania. When? Some time this Spring.
We .had our annual Northwest Alumni banquet last month, with Dean Laycock for the speaker of the evening, and Paul Brown, "Sam" Sheldon, "Win" Loveland and myself for the 1914 representatives. We are very glad to have "Win" Loveland out here again this year. Above word from Paul Brown, who is cashier of our organization here regarding "Chet" Paul, his cousin, another '14er, who left Minneapolis two or three years ago to settle in Pennsylvania. Paul Brown, by the way, is still single, but is one of the real sheiks in Minneapolis.
Saw M. O. Hastings recently, another '14er, who, by the way, was also at the banquet, and whom I neglected to mention above. He tells me that "Jack" Dellinger is still in Fort Worth, going strong with some oil company and building up a family. (Bill Slater thinks he is in Dallas, the record that I have shows him in Smackover, Ark. Question, where is he?) (Ed?)
I wrote Ralph Barke, Fergus Falls, Minnesota, for news of himself, but to date have had no reply. Guess he is still in the real estate business, and going along as usual.
Assistant Secretary, Wellesley Hills, Mass.
