Class of 1918
It is highly gratifying to note that Stan Jones' contributions in the realm of fiction are becoming more and more prolific and their increasing excellence is winning him wider recognition. One of his latest is a twelve page story in the April issue of Scribner's entitled "A Little House in Chiswick." He seems to have involved a number of '18ers in his story, for at one place we find the startling information "Vanderbilt, Morey, Pounds Bros., and Early, Solicitors!" Scribner's introduces Jones to its readers with a line drawing of the contours of his physiognomy that we think is rather misleading and hardly does him credit.
Les Merrell is doing real well in having his name linked with Otto H. Kahn, S. Parkes Cadman, and the likes of such men in a prospectus of the National Community Foundation for Popular Education and Cultural Advancement. This is a sort of Chautauqua organization of which Merrell is the field director.
The spring nuptial season again seems to lie under way, as we chronicle the marriage of Ru Hesse to Miss Hilda Poel of New York. The wedding took place on the evening of April 18 at the Plaza Hotel in New York city. Your Secretary was elected to do the honors as best man.
Cliff Meredith has finally been unearthed again. The sensational scribe walked in upon us with his wife the other day, much to. our astonishment, as we had long ago given him up as lost. It appears that new honors have come to him in the interval and he now holds the position of news editor of the first edition of the New York .American. He may be found at home mornings at 84 Barrow St., New York city.
George Daniels writes us that he has been practicising psychiatry at the Bloomingdale Hospital, White Plains, for the last year and a half. He has become our most distinguished expert on "the nuts", and likes his work.
Howdy Park returns his card with the plaint that "There's no more news in this blurb than there is in a last week's Graphic, but I couldn't bear to waste any of the coppers hoarded by our own Ernie." He further tips us off with the suggestion, "that inasmuch as Pop Opper is representing Mr. Publisher Boni (as per yesterday's Trib), the Dartmouth Club and the G. and G. class of '18 should be well supplied with light but fiery literature."
From Duke Kozminski we have the information that he has opened his own travel bureau in Chicago under the name of Service Travel Bureau, and is ready to book any opulent '18ers to Europe, the West Indies, or other incidental trips around the world. He says his bureau has celebrated its first birthday two steps ahead of the sheriff, and is beginning to show signs of flourishing.
Lt. Paul L. Mather, experienced in diving and other undersea matters, writes that he has been in the submarine division of the U. S. Navy for the past five and a half years, and is at present on shore duty at the submarine base, New London, Conn. In his spare time he seems to be nurturing a family of four children equally divided in the sexes, the oldest of which is eight and a half years of age. He would be glad to entertain any '18ers with a submarine ride and an undersea picnic lunch. Said offer to hold only until July, for after that he expects to be out at sea again on a sub.
Eddie Emerson, the coal merchant, wants to take this opportunity to deny any and all of the allegations ascribed to him in this column last month. To quote him: "I wish to state publicly that although I have an apartment with Lawson '25 where sub-debs and flappers are always welcome, wives of '18ers are not,—that is, unless muzzled or accompanied by their husbands. The latter should also bring liquid refreshments with them, though we may consent to provide the ice."
Mel Weston announces his reappointment as assistant attorney general to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts under date of Jan. 19. Also of the arrival of a second son to grace his family name.
The Sioux City furniture vender, Sandy Sanborn, seems to be entirely bereft of news, and bewails the lack of Eighteeners in lowa with whom to chew the fat. A somewhat similar plaint comes from Bill Mudgett out in Palo Alto, Cal., which is as he claims much too far for 99.9% of Dartmouth graduates.
According to Hal Doty, Jay Pearce is now president of the J. B. Pearce Company, wholesale wallpaper dealers in Cleveland. When not hanging wallpaper he spends his time at Asheville swinging golf clubs, and we understand he plays golf lots better than he hangs paper. As for Doty, he says there is nothing like being a "receiver" for an easy occupation.
It has become quite clear recently that henceforth it will no longer be safe for the possessors of three offsprings to advertise that fact in this column, for the Eighteeners who can boast of four children are constantly coming into the field and are rightfully indignant that they, and not those with a paltry three youngsters, should inherit the limelight. Among those in this category are Walt Fuller and Jim Carpenter, the latter proclaiming his fourth in as many years.
Murray Baldwin of Fargo, N. D., writes that while there are no '18ers in his neck of the woods there are several Dartmouth men of other classes, and all are much interested in Fat Spears' work at the University of Minnesota. Baldwin is open to all visits from Eighteeners, and "will try to prove that this is no desert."
We hear that Paul Howley is still scrutinizing the banks of Massachusetts in an endeavor to expose any financial misdeals. He says he can't understand why some bank president's daughter doesn't knock him off particularly under gentle pressure from pa-paw, for he is not yet numbered among the benedicts.
Corsicana, Texas, is where Dwight Edson is making his home. He has long been married, and has two kids with whom he plays between golf games. Incidentally he seems to be a geologist and an independent oil producer, marketing his products under the name of The Edson Petroleum Company.
Em Morse is still buying fats and oils for Lever Brothers Company, Cambridge, Mass., in an effort to "clean up the world' with their products. Ed. Noyes has complete charge of the Rice and Hutchins shoe plant at Marlboro, Mass. George Kapff is teaching school at the high school in Arlington, Mass. Ed. Healey is out in South Bend, Ind., representing the Erie and France Stone Companies. E. E. Johnson is still with the Andrews Asphalt Paving Company with headquarters at Hamilton, Ohio. Skippy Mills is associate professor and head of the department of Romance languages at Howard University, Washington, D. C., and spends his summers at the University of Chicago working towards a Ph.D. degree.
From Amos Blandin we have something in the nature of an S. O. S. in regard to the Alumni Fund. It appears that to date the class of 1918 is making a miserable showing in this year's campaign. Amos has been plugging away year after year trying to get each Eighteener to contribute at least a few pennies, and all he has had to show for his labor is an indifferent response from the class. He has a hard row to, hoe, and it is about time all you fellows wake up and give him a hand, so as to put 1918 up in front where it belongs. If you can't contribute this very day, at least send in your pledges.
Secretary, . , 953 Madison Ave., New York
