Class of 1914
It ought to be proper to start the column this month with a word about the Alumni Fund. We are asked for $3,399 this year, or an average of about $15 per man. Perry Parsons used to be the real generous one, and we miss him sadly on the Fund. For that reason and because of the gradual increase each year Mart Remsen is asking for larger amounts if possible. The response is coming along, but those who have not yet replied will help Mart and the others by prompt action.
Wolfville, Nova Scotia, provided check number one, and honorable mention is hereby accorded George Boggs. Some of the near-by boys ought to gather the speed prize far easier than George can, so it speaks all the better for him.
Rev. Fraser accompanies his check with the news that he has had the same wife for eight years and same child for five. Address any or all of the above, Fayetteville, N. Y.
Lester Bacon has tied up with the Sulloway Company, 389 Fifth Ave., New York, selling hosiery. He lives at East Orange. Reports trailing Chuck Noe at Huntingdon, Pa., without getting to see him.
Mart forwards the letter of the president of J H. Field Coal Company of Cleveland. This is none other than Jack Field, who with Chick Chase and Buckley combines to write a check to make smiles come to the face of any man who pays a coal bill.
Ted Marriner with his diplomatic progress in Switzerland has moved several of the boys to clip an item and shoot it through. Dud Colby used a perfectly good Northwestern Bell Telephone Company stamp to move the clipping from Omaha, but couldn't think of another item of personal news. The dope seems to be that Ted is secretary of the legation at Berne, and succeeds a man who has been made assistant secretary of state. Good luck to you, Hon, on your upward climb.
On March 24 the annual Rhode Island alumni dinner drew Little, Littlefield, Trott, and Slater. As is customary at all local gatherings, Lay Little was requested to present his views on the Chinese situation. Bill Slater writes with a touch of envy that "Lay has acquired the subtle art of successfully telling stories in after-dinner speaking."
Win Snow has been coaching a church basketball team near Providence with rather marked success.
Charlie O'Connor has recently returned from a trip to Bermuda, proving that business is not all bad, as our wool friends like Ernie Kimball would have us believe.
Here is an extract from the pen of Red Loudon: "Nothing new here except that Sam Sheldon has been a winter bachelor with his wife and children in California, and I imagine that it has cost him more than the family expenses with his bridge tournartients while the family was away. Paul Brown is still single but through no fault of his own as he claims, and I think he is struggling hard. Nate Farwell was reported to have had a spell of serious sickness not long ago. Sullivan must still be selling bonds in Boston, for he wired me yesterday to buy some."
Mrs. Jane T. Hollebaugh has announced the marriage of her daughter, Mary Hollebaugh Webster, to Joseph Herbert Gridley on February 26 at San Francisco. Those who have been on the Pacific Coast know Gridley better than the rest of us, for he did not stay long in Hanover. He is enthusiastic on class matters, however.
Strangely enough there was another reference to Gridley during the past few days, when Jack Dellinger wrote that he might be in France yet if Gridley, then a major, had not sent him home as a detachment of one.
Jack wrote a long letter from Tampico to protest against letting class notes get thin and tell what he knew about that section. Some of you chaps who have news that you could easily forward and don't should get away from any other Dartmouth man for a few months and see how eagerly you read this column.
Jack reports Wag Green as having committed marriage last summer, which does not prevent his continued interest in polo. He has even invaded Florida seeking new honors to add to his reputation as one of the leading players of the Mid-West.
Roscoe DeWitt is leading the architects in Dallas a merry chase specializing on churches and schools.
Jack fills his letter with Spanish words of one kind or another, and says not a peep about coming back. On the other hand he mentions rigging a hockey net in the patio, so his youngter can shortly begin to shoot the puck on the tiles. The current Mexican trouble has not spoiled his peace of mind, or else he concealed it well.
Our other oil magnate, Paul Applin, was recently reported in South Dakota, trying to prevent an oil well from sticking up out of ground or whatever they do, to the things. Believe Paul when at home is in Texas.
Mac Mackinnon is out in Denver for his health, and mentions King Cranston, wife, and two boys, and Gil McDonough, as residents of the same locality. No great news or excitement about any of them, they keep behaving better than you might expect.
Here is the story of 1914's Sesaui-Tenth at Boothbay Harbor, Me., September 9, 10, and 11. 1927. Roger Rice and his partner Mr. Nickerson own and operate a log cabin hotel with cottages. This hotel is unique in its construction and appointments, and is situated in a beautiful spot. Now the hotel has been placed by these genial hosts at the disposal of 1914ers and their wives over the week-end of September 10, the week following Labor Day. We pay our own transportation, beyond that we are guests. We arrive Saturday morning and leave Sunday night. There will be golf, tennis, bridge, dancing, etc. Larry Day is working up sailing and motor boating. There are also possibilities for tramping and fishing. What better combination could be asked for? You will hear more about this in June, but keep it in mind meanwhile. Roger has extended a splendid invitation. Let us make the most of it.
Your humble servant continues to live in Wellesley, where George Gilbert teaches the youth in the high school to lean toward Dartmouth, and Squint Herlihy devours hurried meals en route to the State Street Trust Company in Boston. Every now and then or even oftener, Aborn drops a line from his office at Tech, Bill Slater calls from Providence, or Ed Leech rings up from his glass and crockery works in Boston. Most of the class seem to be so busy on their several jobs that the rest of us don't hear as much as we wish. Stop now and then to shoot a word along so that we can keep in tovich and won't all be strangers in September. As these insurance sales letters say, "Why not do it now before you forget?"
Assistant Secretary 11 Leighton Road, Wellesley, Mass.
