CLASS OF 1916
Fall is upon us. For three summer months our pen has been rusting in idleness. Our ink, once sweet, has soured and become thick— thick from lack of news with which to make it active.
Our 1928 record is far from perfect. We have failed to support Johnnie Pell in his work on the Alumni Fund. But few ever send in items for the Secretary to pass on through these pages to the rest of the class. We are not paying Perc Burnham our annual dues.
Has this once young and active class passed its summer, too? Is only winter ahead? Are the old ties that used to bind us together in class spirit and Dartmouth loyalty rotting? Or is the old pep still with us?
Dartmouth is starting in on a new year. Let us start in again with her, and show her that we still have life and loyalty. First of all, support Perc and Johnnie in their thank- less tasks. Then if there are still a few sparks left, shoot them along to me, so that I may come somewhere near doing a good job as secretary.- I'll have to depend on you all for news, for Main St., Woonsocket, and Thames St., Newport, along which I frequently push my hawker's cart, are far from the fonts of Dartmouth gossip.
Some of the boys are showing their usual life. Early in September, Mr. Filene gave us another golf outing at the Weston Country Club. In addition to "A. L." and Harry Floyd, twenty-two were present. Toge Upham did not show up in time for golf. This enabled Russ Perkins to win the prize. At the dinner we learned that Jack English was running for state representative from his home town with the slogan, "Vote for English; he's Irish." He promises if elected to see that there is more harmony up under the Sacred Cod on Beacon Hill. Can't you see him standing upon the poop deck in front of those who guide the fair state to lead them in "Honey, my little dearie," or "Pals, good old pals"?
Louis Bell sent me cards from Montreal and Quebec. Said he was there on a business and pleasure trip—99 44/100% pleasure. In Quebec he found rare wines and Keij Stowell.
Steve Harvey writes from London, where he has been all summer on a traveling scholarship from Harvard, "looking for records that didn't exist or couldn't be read when they did." He was just leaving for Paris, and "then for the U. S. A. and a decent cup of coffee." We know only what he was doing in London and why he was returning to the U. S. A.
And another card—this one from Abe Lincoln at Wien, written "while riding in a small Fokker airplane from Budapest." Abe is over there with his car. As soon as he returns I'll tell you why he went to Budapest— if he confides in me. Going over, one of the passengers in Abe's boat was Dolores del Rio. I heard that he wrote back that he stayed up one night late playing cribbage with her. This smacks of those slapjack parties Mark and Cleo used to throw.
A letter from Hanover. "Leighton W. Rogers has been appointed executive officer of the International Civil Aeronautics Conference to be held in Washington on December 13 and 14. He has been in charge of the division of foreign aeronautics and communications of the Department of Commerce, and is recognized as an expert in commercial aeronautics. He has also had considerable experience in various European capitals, where he served as foreign service officer of the Department of Commerce for seven years. During the International Radiotelegraph Conference last year he served as assistant secretary, and in May and June this year organized and conducted the six thousand mile air tour of the United States for the French commercial aeronautics commission. At the forthcoming conference fifty-four foreign countries have been invited by the State Department to send delegates and guests. The conference has been called at the suggestion of President Coolidge and under authorization of a joint resolution of Congress."
We welcome and send our love to Dorothy Annette George, born August 29. For some of us spring and summer are still here.
Secretary, 646 Angell St., Providence, R. I.
