CLASS OF 1923
Sherm Clough tells me that movies taken at the Boisterous Fifth by George Musk, Horace Taylor, and Mike May are being put together, with captions, and that a print will be available soon for any class organization anywhere to borrow for dinners, etc. Brooks Palmer, who has tackled this job, hopes to have the movies ready for the Harvard game.
On August 11, Jim Landauer wrote me that Lou Lewinsohn had died a few days before, after an illness of six months. This is all the information I have about Lou's death. The following letter was sent to his father.
August 18, 1928.
Mr. Lewinsohn, 48 Erwin Park, Montclair, N. J. Dear Sir: Perhaps next to you and his immediate family, Lou's loss to us all with whom he came in contact will be felt most keenly by the hundreds of men who knew and loved him in college. I am one of these, and for his class of 1923 in Dartmouth please accept this expression of sympathy for you and of our pride in having known your son.
The depth of humor and the frankness and the honesty and the impatience with "bunk" that characterized Lou's contact with people expecially come to mind. We have lost a friend who has left something that is fine with all of us.
Sincerely yours, Secretary Class of 1923
On the stationery of Arthur F. O'Brien, counselor at law, 551 Fifth Ave., New York, we have it that "it's in the bag for Smith." O'By incidentally mentions a pleasant evening spent with Jim Hurley, the big radiator salesman.
Plans for the Second Dartmouth Pow Wow, details of which are undoubtedly in this issue of the MAGAZINE, are well under way already (this is written in October). Of course, the main attraction will be the North- western game, and if you are going to see that game and want co-operation about tickets, write Russ Carpenter, Sanford Ink Company, Chicago, because he is in charge out this way . He has not authorized this announcement, so do not rely too much on him, as the Stadium will probably be sold out tight before this is printed. Every one of the '23 men in Chicago is ready and anxious to be of service at that time.
Below is reproduced an announcement which reached your correspondent some time ago. Novel, what? Miss Rosemary Stoddy was ring bearer. The single ring ceremony was used. Richwagen is on the editorial staff of the Portland EveningExpress.
A boasting communication is at hand from Jim Landauer that his second daughter, Barbara Rutherford, arrived July 26.
I suppose a great many of us, like myself, missed Bill Cunningham's Boston Post story (any news, in fact) about how Gus Sonnenberg just missed annexing Strangler Lewis' wrestling crown. Here are the highlights of the account as told by "Twenty," the class paper of 1920:
"Lewis came leering in for the killing clamp, eyes blazing, face murderous. It almost seemed as if Gus were trying to help him attain it for the Dartmouth boy walked right into it, head stuck for- ward. Lewis reached to apply it, but then all at once the world turned upside down.
"Quicker than it takes to describe it, Gus picked Lewis up by the waist, all 240 pounds of him, and with a mighty heave and slam threw him bodily 12 feet through the air where he landed in a heap, dazed and shaken. Poised like a sprinter on the tips of his quivering toes, Sonnenberg waited eagerly for him to get up.
"Somewhat blindly and painfully, Lewis groped his way up. It was the one bad mistake of his career, for he had scarcely righted himself and started a last desperate lunge when Gus came off his mark like an end chasing a punt, and he crashed Lewis' head-on with a murderous collision heard from one end of the hall to the other.
"It was his famous finisher, the belly- butt and thigh tackle.
"Lewis went crashing backward—out like a light.........
"Ker-blam! he dumbed Lewis with a terrific tackle dead at the knees. He was up off him in a flash. The crowd went insane. Ba-looey! he smashed him back with another almost taking the north side of the ring out with him.
"Lewis staggered up this time looking as limp as an old kimono thrown over a pump handle, and now Gus reached for the killer. Stepping back until his streaming shoulders touched the south side ropes, he raced half way across the ring, left his feet in a vicious flying tackle and sailed like a rocket through space.
"Lewis had just enough strength to move out of his way, and sailing head- first between the top and middle ropes, the Dartmouth boy cleared the press row entirely and landed on his shoulders and head on the arena floor 10 feet from the ring up the south side aisle.
"His body twitched for a moment, then it lay stark still. The kid had knocked himself cold."
Johnny Allen (the original mange cure demonstrator) has moved up from Florida, and is with the Claude Neon people in New York. You can locate him at the Dartmouth Club, according to latest advices. John passed through Chicago a while back, and Russ Carpenter, Stan Hall, and your correspondent braved the usual machine gun fire and pineapple barrage that brighten our days here in Chicago, to give him a hand.
The night before the Harvard game there was a large '23 celebration at the Arlington (Boston).
Your correspondent and Mrs. Metzel sat down to breakfast in Duluth on September 15, and the couple at the next table attracted our attention by the billing and cooing and holding of hands that they perpetrated. The devoted pair turned out to be Mr. and Mrs. Heinze Moore, only three days removed from Omaha and their nuptials. Mrs. Moore was Drusa De la Hoyde of Omaha. Heinze is an advertising artist.
Bevo Beveridge is in Omaha, selling space in Scribner's. He and the Moores, like many others, are driving to the Northwestern game.
Visitors in Pittsburgh should lose no time in locating Don Moore, who moved his wife and first-born there from Chicago to be close at hand while he is putting up a few buildings for the Sumner Sollitt Company, builders.
The cut on page 892 of the August MAGAZINE is our class, wives and sweethearts in the lead.
There have been several inquiries with reference to the state of our class finances. In the next MAGAZINE there will probably be a report from Frankie Doten, which will show, in addition to how we are fixed, what is done with the money and what is owed.
There will also probably be a letter from Pudge Neidlinger, thanking his constituency and outlining his platform—and, kicking through with some NEWS!
If we had the funds, your correspondent would undertake to get out periodically a class letter, perhaps in the form of a small newspaper. The reason: a proportion of the class that is all too small receive the ALUMNI MAGAZINE with its general information about the College and its communication from your Secretary. The rest of the class are absolutely out of touch with the College! Your ideas on this subject and your suggestions will be very welcome.
Mail the enclosed subscription blank and your check for $2.00 to Alumni Magazine, Hanover, N. H.
Secretary, Sheridan Road, Highland Park, Ill.
