Class of 1916

Only six weeks to go to the first quarter of the Balmacaan moon—and still a few not yet registered on the official roll-call check list. The early voyagers are already speeding east across the Pacific and west over the Atlantic, but all heading north sooner or later to Balmacaan's Decennial.

From the data assembled from the returned questionnaires, the reunion committee is completing the final details of the necessary arrangements. The transportation unit is checking up on through automobiles with available space to pick up extra passengers en route. All plans should be made and schedules timed for arrival on June 18. The Trophy Room 1916 Dance at 9 P. M. is the first social event on the reunion program.

The post-reunion vacation at Lake Morey, June 22-26, is proving a very popular attraction. The Lake Morey Club Inn can accommodate comfortably over a hundred guests, and already reservations have been received for more than half this number. Some of the most picturesque pill-pushers and turfdiggers of the country have entered the lists for the three day golf tournament. As for scintillating racket-wielders, suffice it to say that the competitive field will include among others the New Hampshire legislator, the honorable "Hank" George, galluses and all, in both the singles and doubles. If of late years you haven't seen the versatile and ponderous "Heinie" with his flaming purple galluses smashing every volley and lob within half an acre, while the glass boils in the upper nineties, then you have one more good reason for taking in the field sports at Morey!

Don Cobban, who used to "pop agates" with "Heinie" some twenty-odd years ago in the school yard at Groveland, Mass., responds to his questionnaire to count him in if any of the other boys are going up alone. And the answer is that there will be fifty and more who will be "stagging" it. Send the measurements, Don, you're in; and you won't be lonesome. At least two others of the old New Hampshire Hall waterbag sharpshooters, in the persons of Art Fiske and Ernie Gioiosa, will be very much in the picture.

John McAuliffe has forwarded his entry for the golf tournament, and has taken advantage of the suggestion column to urge that the winner be decided on the course and not on paper. John stepped away easily from the rest of the field in the 1924 golf outing given by Mr. Filene in Weston. It was a "kickers' tournament," however, and "Tog" Upham, with a handicap of fifty or more, landed within the winning numbers. When the winner's name was drawn from Bill Mott's brown derby that night, John was somewhere out in left field, and "Tog" crashed through for a second straight win.

"Ig" Eigner may never push Jim Barnes or Walter Hagen to the nineteenth hole to win, but we have it on good authority that "Ig's" handicap has been reduced from three figures. On a dry day we'll string along with "Ig" to take both J. P. English and Tucker Bobst into camp. Frank at the first Weston outing knocked at the door of the "hole in one club" with a beautiful break shot on the short eighth hole. He was disqualified, however, when it was found that it was the head of his driver and not the ball that dropped into the cup. As the fourth member of the aforementioned novice foursome that shattered everything but the records at Weston, the Secretary announces here and now that he'll do his driving with a racket at a pair of purple galluses.

Early in March we had a letter from Ed Riley, advising that he was about to sail from England. Later in the month news from New York told of his arrival there, but first hand evidence was obtained quite by chance. Ed was holding up one of the main pillars of the Filene Building in Boston, while Mrs. "Ed" was spending the pounds and shillings on the floors above, when we happened along. The past, present, and future all came in for a share in the conversation, but the principal point of interest is the fact that the "Riley family" will be there in June. Ed will be on the jump through the East and Canada until May 1, when he starts his three months' vacation.

The complete list of returning tribesmen will appear in the next breath of the Balmacaan Roar. Meanwhile we can rejoice that "Mike" Spelke, the seven league sleuth of the Connecticut River valley, will resume his post as head of the B. A. C. secret service.

The last mail before going to press on April 5 swelled the reuning total by sixteen in the persons of "Hobie" and Margaret Baker, John and Nettie Gile, Ed and Lucille Knight, John McAuliffe, Ted and Alice Walker, "Zip" and Eleanor Conley, "Zack" Taylor, Jim Colton, "Louie" and Helen Gove, and Sam Thieme. Oh, yes! Sam is coming all the way from Jacksonville, Fla., and wouldn't mind a buggy ride from New York to Hanover on the 18th. Hold a seat for one!

"Jay" Gile is apparently endeavoring to prove that a circle has no corners, when he confides that he is leaving Hanover on the 18th and expects to reach Hanover the same day; and the trip will be made by automobile. Don't remember what the car is, but he ought to make St. "Gil" Xapley is another 'Caaner who will have a long and arduous trail to weave from the north side of the campus way down to Topliff; must be nearly two sevenths of a parasang and a tin whistle!

Ed Knight, Bituminous Baron and Kanawha Koal King, will close the Institute long enough to take a brief holiday. Ed was the first to announce guests for the party, but right on his heels came reservations for two of the leading female lights of filmdom, sponsored by our intrepid investigator of Boston Night Clubs, Hobius O'Baker.

Mr. and Mrs. Samuel E. Cutler announce the arrival of Richard Edwards Cutler on March 8. It looks as if the great hunter will have to do his hiking back and forth in the wide open spaces of the nursery for the next few months.

New York city Balmacaaners are all agog with excitement over the coming party. As a result of several SOS requests for the latest dope from the Boston front, a resume of reunion plans was rushed to New York for the dinner at Keen's Chop House on Friday, March 26. Prominent among the attending luminaries were Greeley, Stackpole, Fletcher, Bartlett, Pettengill, Jones, Wolff, Hosmer, Taylor, Magill, Telfer, Ames, and last but not least the sorrel-thatched comptroller of accounts, Perc Burnham. Business must have been rushing with the Smith boys to keep them away. Without becoming personal, we are interested to know what district "Dutch" Doenecke, the Broadway Duke, is now working!

A last feeble wail from a very much tattered and torn address list cries for the present whereabouts of our "missing men," including Burton Haas, Clif Herold, Paul Corwin, Carl Merryman, Jack Dancer, and Clayton Waite. Jim Coffin rings in from southern New Hampshire that Gene McQuesten is busy settling in his new home and Ralph Parker is playing the dutiful husband. "All six of us will be back," says Jim, and that means another vocal number on the program.

Bailey Emery was so impatient to be away from the post and into the stretch that he forwarded his measurements without waiting for the belated questionnaire. Great things are expected from the roaring gusher district with Bailey leading the way.

There's one "big boy" that you just can't keep out of the limelight; and in these days when news is not of the placer variety but has to be dug from every niche and corner, it's a joy to unearth an occasional Balmacaan nugget in the newspaper columns. Under the column "Sports Chatter" in the Concord, N. H., daily "Honk," "Cuddy" Murphy, the editor, has recently written up the athletic accomplishments of the local volley-ball team, which holds the state championship and was runner-up in the New England tournament. Quoting,- "The work of Ralph George and Tilton has been the big factor in the team's success.—George's work at times has been phenomenal, especially his close game. When Ralph is playing the net, the locals are fifty percent stronger. He is without doubt the backbone of the outfit as he directs the play, and his accurate placement shots have more than once pulled the old ball game out of the hot coals." If you are hesitating on the Lake Morey party, j ust remember that Ralph will appear in person for the tennis singles and doubles,—and that means a storm center of mighty swipes and swishes around the net.

April Ist found "Hank" Blaney in the throes of uncertainty. "Hank" is building a home in Seattle and planning on the trip East. If he can't finance both, it is possible that he will leave the roof open until after the fracas at Morey. Here's a chance for Ed Kiley to put over a sales talk on the virtues of fresh air and plenty of it. We're looking for three from Seattle on a through ticket.

Speaking of "things that never happen," can you imagine one of the original Lake Morey vigilantes sending snapshots for the home-talent production and then following up a week later with the sad news that he will be unable to get away from business! Shades of the prehistoric sorcerers, can this be our—! No we won't elaborate on this seeming defection from the ranks at this time. Wait and watch; before we finish with him, he'll wonder what business he was in before he left for Hanover.

Johnny Pelletier, who has moved up another notch on the organizational ladder of the Stanley Works of New Britain, is marshaling the forces of Connecticut for the "big peerade" in June.

With considerable pleasure we note that Bob "Peebo" Bartlett has located Keen's ChopHouse in his wanderings about New York. Show him the way back to Hanover—we need him!

To "Ike" Telfer goes the credit for payment of the first reunion tax, and unsolicited too.

'Tis rumored that Gran and Ruth Fuller, since moving to the "aristocratic Newtons," are "high hatting" the summer colony at North Beach, N. H. They'll both be full-timers at the Barbecue, however.

For the first time in twelve years Neal Brewer has bobbed up on the surface; he is located at 3 Rockleff St., Portland, Me. Here's another recruit for Bill Banton's Maine contingent, and Bill has promised plenty.

Jesse Fenno is not a bit happy over the present class showing on the 1926 Alumni Fund. With a background of 100 percent quotas in the past three years, and right on the brink of the Smashing Tenth, it's high noon for the matriculation of good intentions. Let's have the check now and the cheering later.

If it takes 100 percent control to constitute monopoly, Fred Bailey's Regal Laundry is just two shirts a week away from violation of the principle legalized by Mr. Sherman. Fred is cleaning Boston both figuratively and literally. You can't hang anything on Fred's line even on Monday, and as for an intimate knowledge of Boston's waterfront and steamship sailings,, well, that's that!

Dick Parkhurst is the last known tribesman to have visited the scene of the coming Barbecue. Dick stole silently up over a recent week-end, and just as silently returned.

For the truths and untruths, the reports, rumors, and mental aberrations that have appeared' in this column in the past four years and as many months, you can lay all the blame in a package at our door. Of late, however, and more particularly beginning with the March: issue of the ALUMNI MAGAZINE, the "two bit" boys of Professor Parker's School of Pitch Have been dabbling in the printer's ink, and now it's every man for himself. For our personal exploitation, we, of course, feel oniy the deepest gratitude, but we'll soon be singing our secretarial swan song and then ducking to cover. As for the "two bit" boys, it looks like another tough winter.

Return questionnaires at once to the Secretary, and watch the moon.

Secretary, ... .85 Sargent St., Melrose Highlands, Mass.

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