Class of 1915
With the Ides of March, we always associate southern tours, fishing trips in Maine and Canada, income taxes, and the Alumni Fund. The first two associated thoughts are but vain hopes for most of us, the third can be avoided if you know the proper lawyer or if you went to Tuck School, but the fourth is an invitation, a privilege, extended to all ,who matriculated at Dartmouth to express an approval in U. S. egal tender of the methods employee and the results attained at Hanover. There is no argument, as the worthiness of the proposition is so apparent. In this there is a place for everyone on the list; you can set your own price and deduct it from your income return next year. Help out Johnny Mullin and his assisting class agents, by sending in your check or pledge early, and thus lighten their burdens.
Speaking of Johnny reminds me that he is so busy blowing soap bubbles that he did not have time to attend the New York alumni dinner. This and the following New York news would not be so old if Dick Clarke had not attempted to frank his mail, but some palooka in the New York station intercepted the letter and sent it back to Dick for the two cents. Dick probably thought that members of the board of governors of the New York Alumni Association were granted automatically the franking privilege, but from the best information available this is an erroneous assumption.
Sanborn, Comiskey, Livermore, Dud Rogers, Ruml, Bob Fredericks, Rose, Gish, and Clarke had a table at the Association dinner the first of February, and then shortly after came the class dinner at the Dartmouth Club in New York. This event was noteworthy from the fact that the diners, tiring of the ever present bridge game, got plebeian and had an old-time "howmany-I'll call" game. It hasn't been reported as yet which one of the boys has gone South.
Bruce Boyd Crawford arrived at the Sid Crawfords' house on February IS. Sid says, "I haven't decided whether to run him for president in 1973 or not. By the looks of his chest and back I would say he was cut out for a pugilist or a football player, but when I look at his feet he must belong to the police department." The above is a quotation,—some day Bruce may read this and I want to be fully protected.
Those who read the Boston Sunday Herald on February 19, or rather those who looked at the rotogravure section, saw just how Major H. K. Davison looks when he is leaning on a golf stick standing on the famous sixth hole green of the Kirkwood Golf Club, Camden, S. C. It was a foursome which included Governor Spaulding of New Hampshire, so should judge the New Hampshire legislature had adjourned to Camden. Judging from the expressions of Dave and his partner they were not winning. To be complete the picture should have included the doughty Scotchman, Stan Llewellyn, who resides permanently in Camden, as caddy. There was also in the same paper a picture of four golfers from Zuzuland, who, 'tis said, have challenged Dave's foursome to a match.
During February an educational convention was held in Boston, which received much publicity, due in part to the fact that Mrs. Lindbergh and her capable son attended. Many Dartmouth educators were in town and were entertained at luncheon at the University Club. Al Priddy was the toastmaster.
A short note was received from Arthur Boggs from far off India. This .is his so-called sabbatical year, and although as yet his plans beyond London are uncertain, the Boggs family will probably arrive in this country the latter part of May. Art has been doing some pioneer work in that much discussed country, and should be able to tell us if. "Mother India" is right.
Don't be surprised if some morning your breakfast paper advises you that Frank Collier has hopped off on a trans-oceanic flight. He is up in the air much of his spare time.
Secretary, 9 Woodland St., Arlington, Mass.
1915
