Class of 1916
Our last notes were written on the eve of Mr. Filene's golf outing, at which we had promised to gather a lot of scandal. Unfortunately we arrived late, and had to leave early, and Gran Fuller's promised report of the affairs has not as yet arrived. We were there long enough to see Cliff Bean romp home with the prize with but two years of golf behind him. Ollie Barr and I thought it must have been a stroke of luck, and later took on Cliff and Gran in a match. It cost us good money to learn that luck had nothing to do with it.
Most of the boys arrived in time for a few holes before lunch. After the tournament we had dinner at the club house, and then went over to Mr. Filene's house. Although your scribe could not go, he knows that the usual wonderful time was had by all. "A. L." is a great host and classmate.
Gather around and hear this one:—Abe Lincoln, the beau brummel bachelor, has just moved into a colonial cottage—the oldest in Fall River. And with him, mes enfants, is his man Sandy, ne Santiago Liberty, a product of the Philippines. Sandy takes care of the house, does the washing, orders, cooks, mixes, and serves, and, in addition, each morning draws Abe's bath—just tepid, you know—and lays out a clean set of diapers for him.
The night before the Harvard game thirty of us had dinner together at the City Club before the mass meeting. It was a great party with several of them coming a long way: Heinie George from Concord, N. H.; Bob Clunie from Maine; Abe Abraham from Burlington. Gus Harrington dropped in from the Florida hotels, and Ben Eastman from the Texas oil wells. And, last fall, Pewee Marble from Shanghai. Pewee is planning to locate in Boston.
At the game thirty additipnal 16'ers were spotted from our perch. There were so many of them that we'll again list only those who came from afar. New Hampshire sent Gene McQuesten, Ralph Parker, Stan Reynolds, and Jim Coffin. The other long-distance ones were Shorty Shaw, Bill Mackie, Abe Lincoln, George Pratt, Max Spelke, Ed Craver, and Bill Biel. Perhaps there were others, but we wanted to spend some time watching the game. As we were jotting down the names one of the Harvey twins poked his head up through the Stadium, and we were just in the art of flipping a coin to see which one it was when the other twin saved the day by appearing on the scene. Perhaps they know which is Bob and which is Shirley. I don't.
Dartmouth won that game but a week later ran afoul of a good team at New Haven. There we saw the following: Dock, Shaw, Burnham, St. George Smith, Joy, Conley, Pelletier, Doenecke, Pratt, Cleaves, Shumway, Gough, Butler, Magill, Brill, Dunbar, Wyman, and Will Fuller.
The only Sixteeners we spotted last week in Providence while Brown was being beaten again were Lincoln, Pratt, Craver, Durgin, Kirkland, Shaw, Larmon, and Lewis.
From Long Beach, Cal., came the announcement of the marriage of Katherine Lutes to Spen Sully on September 13.
Alexander Dean has been appointed assistant professor in the department of the drama of the School of Fine Arts a Yale, and also assistant director of the University Theatre.
You know we have just moved to Providence. The night after the Brown game several of the class gave us a most wonderful surprise party. A few weeks ago they told us they were coming around after the game for supper. The fatted calf was killed, and the bulging barns and bottles drawn from. We were all set to be surprised. We were. None of those dear brothers and sisters showed upeven at the game. Fortunately, some really unexpected guests arrived to nibble and sip with us. Moral:—Don't be surprised if you're surprised at a surprise party.
Secretary, 646 Angell St., Providence, R. I.
