CLASS OF 1914
How do you like the new heading? You guessed it—Walt Humphrey. Thanks a lot. We call particular attention to the queer little fellow dangling from the rear platform. Isn't it a splendid piece of self-portraiture? Walt didn't send any explanation, so we are not sure whether he has depicted himself as falling off or just catching on.
Before the deluge of criticism falls upon the head of your luckless Secretary, we wish to explain the inscription on the baggage car. Said car positively does not contain glass of the kind and variety you'suspect. We rashly promised some publicity to Eddie Leech, so we will now state that the "impedimenta" wagon contains a shipment of imported stemware from Jones, McDuffee, and Stratton sold to the Hanover Inn by said Leech, our china man.
Fourteeners' Fifteenth is upon us. The initial effort of the publicity committee has been mailed. Did you all get your copy? If you didn't, write the Secretary. If you did and liked it, write thekSecretary. If you didn't like it, do likewise. Do likewise, anyway. The boys like hot news, so shoot your share.
To Chuck Kingsley, the Flatbush barrister, goes the palmHhis month for the quantity, quality, and general interest of his contribution to this column. Here it is.
Dan Chase writes that his new novel "Road's End" has been accepted by Bobbs- Merrill for early publication. This makes four for Dan: "Flood Tide," Macmillan; "Middle Passage," Macmillan; "Hardy Rye," Bobbs-Merrill; "Road's End," Bobbs- Merrill.
Chuck Kingsley is authority thatrthey are all good, and suggests that books make acceptable Christmas presents.
Enders Voorhees' is a person of consequence in the affairs of the Johns-Manville Company, having recently assumed the job of treasurer. He knows his onions, and we all hope he took a ride when the stock pulled its balloon ascension recently.
Bill Hands, the big cheese man from Rutherford, never misses a monthly dinner at the Dartmouth Club. Bill is one of the few married men who wears the pants in the family, any night is a night out for him. Pabstette, the super-cheese, is proving to Bill that Andy Mellon is right about the prosperity of the country.
Hen Koelsch is reported to be in town, but we strongly suspect that he has not lost all the plumbum. He has not been heard from by your correspondent, although he is on the mailing list.
Paul Perkins spent two weeks flying at Mitchell Field this summer. Pilot Lieutenant Perkins, Lowell's bustling realtor, spent an arid week-end in Port Washington, where he showed Fred Davidson and Chuck Kingsley the proper method of executing the Australian Crawl in the waters of Manhasset Bay. Paul looks just asjie did in college, only younger.
Fred Davidson who sleeps with his pipe as of old—hangs out at Bayside, Long Island, with his wife and three children. Fred reports on the condition of the building business regularly at the monthly dinners. During the summer he tried the Hanover golf course, but would rather talk about his experiences in Paris than about his golf scores. A damn sight more human than most golf addicts.
Walt Humphrey, New Rochelle's famous illustrator and brush wielder, is coming up to the Seskwee to get a bit of color. Always mixing business with pleasure, that bird.
Bill Picken of the Bronnix and Charlie Crandall of Cranford, N. J., are both high- pressure widow chasers for Paine, Webber, and Company. Either one will sell you a bond if you have the money. They want to come to the Seskwee, but it may fall on the butler's day off, or on a day when the Cranford Larks have a glee club entertainment, which would entail severe hardship. Lose the lead, boys, lose the lead.
King Learoyd, affluent, portly, jovial insurance broker called for his fiddlers three last week and assured them he'd be at the Seskwee or break a leg. In his game the latter is very profitable.
The Texas Company, makers of that Good Gulf Gas, Socony Motor Oil, and Traffic Tydol, have offered through Phil Harvey, now returned from furrin parts, to sell 1914 men motoring to the Seskwee all the gas, oil, and grease they need at no advance over regular prices.
The AmericanrLithographing Company is responsible for; the return of another '14-er from distant lands. Jack Harris has ducked the fogs of San Francisco Bay, and is now commuting daily, except Sunday, between White Plains and East 19th St. It will take wild horses or hay fever to keep Jack away from the Seskwee.
That demure denizen of Horses—whoa there—Horseneck Beach, George Elihu Briggs, has not been seen around his diggings in Gold St. lately. George is reported on the sick list, and it must have affected his wrist, for it is unusual to have so long a time pass without some word from this South American grandee. Unless we hear soon we will know that Cupid has kidnapped him. Only death or marriage can keep George away from the Seskwee.
Any one suffering from too. much hot air is advised to get in touch with Jeff Beals of the Air Reduction Company. Jeff is said to be one of the best reducers in the business. Waist reduction and girth control are more in demand, however. Jeff will surely blow in on the reunion blowout.
Ruminatively inclined members are directed to Ellsworth Buck, aristocratic chicle importer of Staten Island. Buckie will hang up a prize of a pound of gum for the Wrigleyest stepper at the reunion.
Dwight Conn, the box-banger and pianopunisher, is one of the hard boys to locate. Possibly it should read "boys hard to locate," but let it go. The monthly dinners usually interfere with his nocturnal engagements, but the Seskwee has a pre-emptive option on all June dates.
W. T. Englehorn, he Came away from the Coast country, Spent the summer in New York town, (Folks do say he done it brown) Now he's moseyed away for the winter To set on a fence and whittle a splinter, But W. T. Englehorn, he Says, "Count on me for this here Seskwee."
We had a neat jape all prepared at Mart Remsen's expense and were just about to put the editorial approval on it when the postman brought in the body. Mart Remsen, perennial bachelor, is no more. Pierced by the arrow of Cupid, bound in the chains of Hymen, the blushing Martin will attend the Seskwee with his new bride, formenly Kathleen McLaughlin of Garden City. The bach is dead! Long live the groom!
We were going to say "Many happy returns of the day," but it seemed vaguely inappropriate.
Gil Pattillo writes in to denounce the whispering campaign which, he alleges, is being fostered by the campaign committee of the class of 1913. Gil denies that he was drunk and disorderly at the Tenth and that his wife won't let him go to the Seskwee. "I'm not married, anyway," says Pat, "and if I was, she couldn't keep me away." We don't know which to admire most in Gil, his discretion or his valor. At any rate, we can count on him for the Seskwee.
We have heard nothing from Brownie Brownell, the big pepper grower from Florida. Hope the hurricane spared him and his land. When he comes up to the Fifteenth, get him to tell you some snake stories. Guaranteed to keep you on the wagon for a week.
Gordon Sleeper, radio magnate, and high- pressure executive, essayed a spelling test at the Club a few months ago. For a former editor of The Dartmouth his score was not so good. Just how bad it was is a deep, dark secret, but maybe you can't do any better. Try these ten simple little everyday words— but don't cheat—get someone to read them to you:
tranquillity rarefy kimono supersede battalion liquefy
picnicking paraffin naphtha sacrilegious
Hal Castle, formerly associated with Johnny Palmer, the advertising genius of Tarrytown, has followed the advice of Horace Greeley and is now a prominent item on the payroll of the Central Paper Company of Muskegon, Mich. We hear that good beer may be had in that neck of the woods. How about it, Hal??
Speaking of Beer, the one and only Joe has been strangely reticent of late. Joe never used to be burdened with excess lead. Let's hear from you, Big Boy.
Tarrytown is also the home of Old Doc Cook, who is now teaching at Croesus Institute, otherwise Hackley School. Doc plays hookey occasionally, and gets down to dinner with the New York crowd. He is the Dartmouth steering committee at Hackley, and has some good material aimed for Hanover.
Red Davidson has been reported from Silvermine, Conn., but has failed to verify the report in person. Sine plumbum, Red, sine plumbum.
Another retiring violet is Nate Farwell, who is rumored to be living in New York, but has not demonstrated the truth of the allegation by displaying himself at the class dinners.
No good Dartmouth man should live in Harvard, Mass., but Myron Files defies convention and operates a sizable farm at that address. Squeak says he has lots of apples and grapes and a fruit press. No lead in Myron!
Doc Herring pursues the sawbones profession at 55 East 72d St., New York. Anyone wishing to lose a leg or an appendix is sure of an ethereal reception.
Bob Hopkins is the guy responsible for the classy Dartmouth records now marketed by Victor. He reports that Dartmouth records are outselling Brown records by a wide plurality.
A lawyer of note is Kelly Kalenderian. He is responsible for the Ohanian case|in New, York, in which5 his client narrowly escaped serving time for a big jewel theft. Kelly wasn't sure who stole the "shiners," but was able to convince the jury wasn't his man.
The Dartmouth Club of New nounces the election of that other famous barrister, James T. Heenehan, to the board of governors.
Voz Lyons is also an M.D., and is reported to do a bit of lecturing when not engaged in the congenial task of carving kidneys. Bring your prescription pad to the Seskwee, Voz. You never can tell when some one will get a bad chill.
We used to see quite a bit of Morris White, the radiator expert, but since he was haltered at the altar, he only comes around when— well, not so often, at any rate.
The National Process Company is a printing concern and has nothing to do with the eighteenth amendment. If you want facts and figures, Hal Pease will give them to you.
Thanks, Chuck, for your contribution. If it doesn't bring out something from other sections of the country, will assume that the only sine 'plumbum Fourteener is in New York.
Don't forget, the next "Seskwee" bulletin comes hot off the press, November Ist. If you write a polite letter, it will go in the class notes. If your epistle is impolite, ungentlemanly, or obscene, it goes in the Bulletin- so don't be afraid to write.
(The following items come from Herbert S. Austin, assistant secretary):
By the time these lines fall under the gaze of an expectant public, there will have been several important football contests, at which large gatherings of 1914 families will have been held. At the time the lines are written, however, plans, financial and otherwise, for seeing these games are the only class activity. Two convenient week-ends are in prospect, on both of which there are games at Hanover. That is all New Englanders need.
A little later, New York Staters will be cheered by the alternate year game at Ithaca. Still later, the Middle West can stage a real round-up in Chicago. Many Eastern executives, we understand, are beginning to lay plans for business trips at that time.
John Burleigh apparently spent the latter part of the summer putting together a most welcome circular letter, four pages in length. It is the first shot for the reunion next June, and if you didn't receive your copy, write John at once. There will be an increasing amount of publicity during the year, and you want to make sure that your mailing address is correct. Everybody is making plans for next June. We had a good turnout in 1924, but the 1929 reunion is due to surpass it.
Mart Remsen stepped off on September 25. Announcement of his marriage to Kathleen McLaughlin at Garden City, L. I., has been received. Red Loudon and others, take notice of this important loss in the single taxers. Mart's sales ability in selling the Alumni Fund quota to the class for another 100% subscription has evidently brought results in other fields.
The ranks of the bachelors have also suffered a loss from another direction in the very unfortunate death of Pingree Full, on July 6. A more complete notice will be found in another column. He was credit manager of the Graybar Electric Company, branch office at Baltimore, and was under treatment at the Deaconess Hospital in Boston.
String Howe has a new address in Syracuse, N. Y., 107 Austin Ave. He says that the normal growth of the offspring of such an elongated parent has forced him into larger living quarters. He extends a cordial invitation to all members of the class to look him up whenever they are in his section. He reports having seen Freemie Jones in Corning recently, and says "he continues to be an important cog in the Corning Glass Works, replacing busted headlights, etc. We understand from the same source that Rosie Hinman is hard at work manufacturing metal specialties at Rome (New York).
Mart Remsen in his correspondence last spring received a note from the secretary of Dr. Albert T. Herring, saying that the Doctor had been out of the city for several weeks' traveling in South America. Mart wasn't sure whether this was business or pleasure, but either way, further details might interest the class, for not many get into that section of the world.
Kid Claeys, stationed in Paris for the Texas Company, expects to take his leave of absence next spring at such a time to include the reunion at Hanover, One of our other "foreigners," Henry Koelsch, was in New York this summer, but presumably is back in London by this time. No one seems to know the plans of Walt LeCount in Singapore, but we have hopes that Lay Little, from Amoy, China, will be able to get back.
Margeson has taken up residence in Franklin, N. H., where he is with the Sullowa Mills. Franklin is only three coughs of a Ford from Plymouth, where long John Peppard hangs out. Marge from now on is likely to be much more in evidence at Hanover, Boston, and the territory in between than has been the case for many years.
ADDRESS CHANGES MORE OR LESS RECENT Moose Englehorn has come back from the Pacific Coast, and is again located in New York with the National City Bank at Wall Street.
Ham Barnes is now plant manager of the Atlas Plywood Corporation at North Adams, Mass., and extends a cordial invitation to all members of the class to drop in if they are anywhere near the Mohawk Trail.
Major Ray Rutherford is in Amarillo, Texas, Box 1156.
Dr. Art Dearing is with the Marines in Nicaragua, in care of the Brigade Field Hospital at Mangua.
Dr. Fred Granger is at the U. S. Naval Training Station, Hampton Roads, Va.
Sam Cole is manufacturing shoes in Manchester, N. H., with M. Shottell and Son. He is still living in Winchester, Mass.
Dick Cutler is general agent of the National Life Insurance Company, with an office in the Third National Bank Building, Springfield, Mass.
Ted Main is with the Chemical Paper Manufacturing Company at Holyoke, Mass. He is living at 4 Irving St.
Dr. Albert Fellows may be visited during or outside of office hours at 45 Ohio St., Bangor, Me.
Lew Corliss is living at 66 Pearl St., Hart- ford, Conn.
Morris White is living at 128 Willow St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
George Webster is at 5 Wabash Ave., Chicago.
Fred Weed is located at Harrisburg, Pa. When another big construction job comes along, he will probably make another jump similar to those of recent years.
Carlton Wicker is sales manager of the Buffalo Slag Company, with an office at Ellicott Square, Buffalo.
Win Ross is living at 48 Lake St., Wake- field, Mass.
Roscoe DeWitt interviews his architectural clients in the Kirby Building, Dallas, Texas.
Harold Dunbar is with the Dunbar Pattern Company at Cincinnati, Ohio. Ralph Jenkins is principal of the Johnson Normal School, Johnson, Vt.
Ernest Kittredge is living at 168 Mt. Vernon St., Dedham, Mass. Charlie Crandall is living at 103 West Sidney Ave., Mt. Vernon, N. Y.
Fred Fraser is assistant pastor of the First Presbyterian church at Oneonta, N. Y., with a residence at 24 Grand St.
This year, as is customary, all men on the alumni mailing list will receive a copy of the November MAGAZINE. Future copies will be received without expense by those who pay Bill Slater their class dues of $3.00. For the past several years, this program has been followed, and the columns of the MAGAZINE used to circulate Class notes. This year, with our reunion coming along, it is more than ever important that you keep in touch with the boys, so that you can enjoy a few days at Hanover next June to the utmost. Send your check for $3.00 to Bill Slater in care of Jackson and Curtis, at Providence, and the sooner the better.
Secretary, 159 Devonshire St., Boston
'14's 15th B-O-A-R-D!
