Class of 1911
It has been learned, on good authority, that one Chick Jordan, vagrant shoe salesman of New York, has admitted that he is now Ambassador Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary to Ithaca, N. Y., the inference being that the bachelors are getting scarcer and scarcer —that Chick has succumbed at last to one Clara. We shall hope to know more later.
Another item of a less serious and rather funnier nature is the recent trip of Mac Rollins. It seems that Mac has yielded to the call of the wild; that is, he has thrown in his lot with the Elks, temporarily at least. It so happened that the Elks were planning a trip to the Caribbean, of some weeks duration, and they needed an official photographer to accompany them, so Mac, never having taken a picture, qualified, getting permission from the Board of Governors of the Dartmouth Club, who seemed to feel that a change was desirable, and permission from his wife by agreeing to take her with him. Consequently Mac has been touring the Caribbean. What evidence there may be of the benefits of this trip we expect will be preserved in the form of pictures, that is, provided there are any.
Doc Wyman is back in New York as stage manager for "La Gringa." He calls it Technical Director for H. MacFadden, Inc., at 234 West 44th Street.
Al Nutt is now cruising about the world, so that his temporary address is: care of D. J. Tysen, Dongan Hills, Staten Island, N. Y.
Ed Chamberlain continues to get his regular trips to the factory of the Burroughs Adding Machine Company in Detroit, where he goes at the invitation of the Company as one of its "all star" salesmen.
This fellow John Pearson's publicity seems to continue, and there is no way of keeping it down. The latest is that on a recent poll of the citizens of Concord he was returned as one of Concord's most outstanding citizens.
Francis Qua is now reigning president of the Lowell Association of the Dartmouth alumni. How I secured this information I may divulge on a later occasion, depending on the outcome of a little experiment he is now making.
A fairly fresh item of news is that Wee Kimball has. a son, David Earl, born on March Sth. The usual news item, to the effect that the wife is just fine, accompanies the announcement.
I was personally much pleased to hear recently from Charles Harris, largely because he has been rather out of the paths which 1911 has traveled and we have not seen much of him in the last few years. He is, however, very happily located in Stamford, Conn., with the Petroleum Heat and Power Company, as an accountant. I judge, however, that that is not his sole interest, as he is now engaged in a campaign to furnish the raw material for the heating of the Dartmouth College plant. Charlie says ,he is very much married and has been since 1915, that he has one son who he hopes will in due time become a freshman in Dartmouth. He is living at Tom's Road, R. F. D. No. 30, Stamford, Conn., and I am sure would want me to pass on the invitation which he has made to me, to be sure to call on him if Stamford ever appears in my itinerary. What's more, he promises real entertainment if any of us should accept.
Al recent clipping from the Troy Nash News carries a picture of what looks like a life-size engine made in the Nash shops by the Troy Motor Sales Company repair department and delivered as a Christmas present to James, Spunk's little boy. It would indicate that the affection for the father was passed on to the boy.
Burt Burbeck sent along his class tax for five years to Demon Hawkridge and writes as follows :
"You might be interested to know that I had a very short, but very pleasant visit from Arthur Gray a few months ago and was certainly very glad to see him, also to meet Mrs. Gray. It seems there are very few 1911 men coming this way these days. Hope you and others may swell the numbers this coming summer season. I regret very much not seeing more of the old crowd. I hope to get back home again this year for a few weeks in October or November and hope there will be a chance to say hello to you and others. Remember me to any of the old crowd that ever ask after me."
Secretary, Hanover, N. H.
