Class of 1916
The headliner this month is Doc Greeley, who crashed through with all this news in a letter to Cliff Bean: "At the March 16 dinner held at the Dartmouth Club the following personals may interest you: "Charlie Everett is baching it, and spending his evenings, his chin resting on a rail, at" the Madison Square Gardens, while he wildly exhorts the six-day riders do their stuff." Charlie's 210 pounds are somewhat of a contrast to his sylph form of campus days, but they should show Perce Burnham at least one advantage of married life. Charlie now hangs out 'au deuxieme etage' of Abraham and Straus, where he is brushing up his French for his annual pilgrimage to the capitals of Europe on a business trip. Charlie, do you need a valet to lighten your burdens on that trip? "Our class treasurer and capitalist, Perce Burnham, is again at work in the silk game, where all sales records are falling before his forceful personality.
"Dutch Doenecke is so busy figuring howmany bricks and how much mortar it takes to build a school that he couldn't be present, but promises to be on hand at the next meeting. Doenecke's good work in getting out the gang at the dinners is surely appreciated.
"All the New York crowd is waiting for Beans Sully to make his second appearance with his new pipe.
"When it comes to rating as a Nimrod, Ernie Cutler will have to look to his laurels, lest they be lifted by Ike Telfer, who is rather proud of his last season's trophies in the Adirondacks.
"When you boys are sitting by the family hearth listening to a radio program, who knows but some of the credit is due to Wolff, who is capitalizing on Prof. Hull's 'sound' training with R. C. A. as he makes loud speakers.
"Charlie Jones is trembling in his shoes lest his firm incarcerate him in the wilds of Liberia for a one year's sentence. Possibly Charlie may have a dark outlook in life."
From now on, Doc, consider yourself 16's special New York correspondent with a salary equal to the Secretary's.
Karl Shedd used to be conservative in his statements, but he has lived in San Rafael long enough to become like the rest of the Californians. For instance, he writes that Donald Hodgon Shedd weighed eleven pounds twelve ounces when he arrived on November 1. Imagine any sophomore trying to put that native son in the trough in the fall of 1944! .
Yesterday (April 6) a Dartmouth luncheon was held at the University Club in Boston with several of the Sixteeners on hand : Cliff Bean, the Mr. Bean of Filene's; Rog Morse, fresh and clean as ever—he runs a soap factory; Gran Fuller, the "Gee" of G. Fuller and Sons, lumber ; Hobie Baker, the canned food king; Lewis Gove of Stone and Webster; Bob Pease (we must be careful, for he is a lawyer) ; and Gil Tapley, professor and father.
Richard Parkhurst was re-elected for a three-year term to the board of health of Winchester at the town meeting.
Since receiving the picture of Hoppie, have you sent Johnnie Pell your Alumni Fund check?
Secretary, 24 Dale St., Newtonville, Mass.
