CLASS OF 1914
Having passed the 4th without disaster to self or family, and having elbowed aside the bills and other mail on the old desk, we can now take our typewriter in hand to assemble the notes accumulated in the past two months. . There aren't near as many as there ought to be, either.
John Burleigh, showing the activity that a new Secretary should, has issued a four-page bulletin on the fall round-up at Roger Rice's Boothbay Harbor hotel on the week-end following Labor Day. Full details were mailed the latter part of June to the address list I carry at the office. If you didn't get the bulletin, someone may be reading your mail or you may have moved without telling us about it. You can handle the first possibility to suit yourself but a line to me will correct the second.
The facts continue as issued in these columns some months ago, namely: Roger keeps open house on the second week-end in September. We get ourselves there and back, and he or the committee does the rest. Ed Leech will reserve transportation on a boat from Boston if you want him to. John Burleigh wants to know how many are going. Room enough for everybody and his wife, but drop John a line at 52 Salisbury Road, Brookline. This comes between our Tenth and Fifteenth; let's make the most of it reacquainted with each other, so we can have a still larger and lustier Fifteenth at Hanover two years from now.
Lize Wheelock laid off pastoring at Willimantic, Conn., long enough in the spring to attend the National Council of Congregational Churches in Omaha. He reports Tukey as one of the important owners of the city and the dispenser of excellent western hospitality. . He also comments on the beauty and charm of two daughters, who evidently favor their mother's side of the family. Lize will occupy the pulpit in Wellesley for a Sunday this summer.
Buswell has been building a new passenger station for the Southern Railway at Greensboro, N. C., but by this time ought to be located in Baltimore at the general office of the Consolidated Engineering Company. He has a couple of boys eating several meals a day.
Art Dearing was among those present during the late unpleasantness in Nicaragua. From all accounts he had some little opportunity to do a little doctoring for the Marines, with which branch of the service he is connected as a medico.
Rubber Floyd and his family of wife and three growing Dartmouth men continues to live on Broadway—Huntington Park, Cal.
Mart Remsen is chairman of the advisory committee on employment of the Dartmouth Club of New York, and is putting in a lot of time finding $lO,OOO jobs for hitherto unappreciated executives and business trojans. Seriously, however, a lot of good work is being done, and if you know of any openings, tell the committee about them and you will be helping them as well as another Dartmouth man, Mart says that the last time their science club met Briggs, Kingsley, Larmon, Davidson, Learoyd, and Remsen were present. They discussed the permutations and combinations of 52 pieces of cardboard bearing numbers and pictures of royalty. No vital facts were discovered except that a low pair is worthless in a jack pot game.
Hal Pease honored the Statler in Boston with his presence recently while looking for more business for the National Process Company of New York, of which he is part owner. The "process" consists of reproducing printing, cuts, colored matter, and what have you, at a price to bring joy to the hardest hearted purchasing agent. Details from Hal upon application.
Some time since the Wellesley paper announced the arrival of one Robert Hogsett in our town. Inquiry of the real estate man who sold the house revealed the fact that said individual is long and lean rather than short and wide, so the pursuit ef Bob Hogsett, last heard of not far from Cleveland, still continues.
There follow a few extracts from a letter from Johnny Pep to Mart Remsen:
"Not having heard from you for a few days, I take it that the various appeals, photographs, and other follow-up material are exhausted. I presume that this is not a nice way, but it would be the only way I should hear from you, and so I like to wait until apparently your resources have failed. In one letter you said that you would die if I did not unload at once, but I haven't seen any notice of your death, so I presume you are still living in hopes.
"Am glad to report that my various children are all well, but my dog died and I sold my horse and buggy and got a Ford. However, when I traded for this Ford I had a new barrel of cider thrown in for boot, so think I got a pretty good bargain although I can't go as fast as I used to go with the old wagon.'
Bill Slater on his return from a vacation in the North Country this spring reports hearing Johnny Pep talking to someone across the street in Plymouth. Unfortunately he only got within fifteen miles of the place and couldn't quite see him that far. He, that is Bill, played golf with Luke Giles at Woodstock, and from his lack of enthusiasm telling about it one judges that Luke trimmed him.
Paul Brown from Minneapolis expects to drive to New England this summer, so keep your eye peeled for him as you spend your vacations here, there, and yonder.
This will be all for the summer and early fall season. Before this column appears again we will have met at Boothbay Harbor and have seen a few football games. Be neighborly as you run around the country, and pass along any 1914 news that you discover. Your class officers are anxious to keep in touch with everyone, and the more you all co-operate the easier and more satisfactory it is for all concerned.
Assistant Secretary, 11 Leighton Road, Welksley, Mass.
