Class of 1911
A number of changes in addresses have come to my attention, which may be of interest to the traveling classmates, in case they strike any of the towns in which these citizens live. These new addresses are as follows: Mark I. Adams, 44 Washington Square South, New York, N. Y.
Paul P. Ayer, Box 411, Sound Beach, Conn. James H. Batchelor, P. O. Box 466, Guthrie, Oklahoma.
Stanley G. Eaton, Room 742, 208 S. La Salle St., Chicago, Ill.
John R. Emerson, 105 Chadwick St., Haverhill, Mass.
Russell B. Patterson, Box 168, Statesville, N. C.
William H. Pearse, 94-40 Lefferts Blvd., Richmond Hill, N. Y.
Stanley W. Rockwood, 1602 Jefferson St., Madison, Wis.
Henry A. Shepherd, 600 Broadway, West New Brighton, S. 1., N. Y.
Benjamin M. Stout, Room 1200, 120 South La Salle St.* Chicago, Ill.
Bill Pearse's was taken from the New York telephone book, as it seems to be impossible to get him to answer any communications. The same seems to be true of Stanley Rockwood, his address having been furnished by his brother, of the class of 'IS. The Secretary would appreciate any news regarding Stan from the other Madison classmates.
The secretary of the Haverhill Association writes that John R. Emerson has been confined to the hospital at Medfield, Mass., ever since he broke down while at Hanover. This is the first word from Emerson for a long while.
At the recent convention of the New Hampshire Bankers Association, George Thurber was elected president. He may be little, but Oh my!
A form letter from Harold Card advises us of a change in his address. This is a good idea and I recommend it to those classmates who move as frequently as Harold does. I don't think it is a question of non-payment of rent, either. Harold promises to visit Hanover this summer and I will try and wrench the truth from him at that time.
More publicity for this man Mathes. It seems that there has been a new industry founded in Dover, N. H., to be known as the Expello Corporation, of which one of the incorporators and directors is James M. Mathes, of New York. I will merely say here that Expello is something that is intended to kill moths but I do refuse to engage in any further free advertising.
I certainly had many pleasant visits with various classmates when I accompanied the Musical Clubs on their recent trip to Denver. Several of these boys I had not seen since graduation and we surely had some fine visits together. I will say that Nineteen Eleveners certainly do entertain their visiting brethren most cordially and I recommend them to any classmate. Merely let them know in advance that you are coming, and you will find the town turned inside out for the occasion. Except where there were only two or three of the gang in the city, my visits were necessarily confined to those who were either foolish or fortunate enough to attend the concerts. For instance, in New York of course there was Mac Rollins holding forth in his usual effi- cient manner at the Dartmouth Club, but as it happened,' only Hen Seaver and Bill Pounds were at the concert. It certainly did my heart good to see old Bill, the first time since 1911. Bill seems to have conducted himself through the age of developing maturity in fine shape. He says he is now happily situated in the in surance business. His wife, who for a long "while has been seriously ill, is now in good health, and Bill promised that they would be at our next reunion. Bill says that the insurance business is some better than hiking over the country trying to be an industrial engineer. His wife agreed with him.
Hen Seaver is the same old Hen and seems to be making it his job to round up the delinquents and get them back for our next reunion. I was sorry to learn from him that George Nevius had lost his wife during the past year. He says however, that George is doing a wonderful job as manager of a chain of department stores in New Jersey.
At Rochester, Ken Knapp's grinning features greeted me as the train drew into the station, from which I was carried off to a fine alumni luncheon. Later Sid Backus drove me to his country home, where I had a chance to see his wife Ruth and the kiddies, chickens, dogs, etc. If one may judge from general appearances, both are becoming substantial Rochester citizens. Ken's wife has acquired the long distance record for driving to Hanover. I believe she made the trip in one day from Rochester here, and in a Ford at that. What's more, she is going to do it again this summer.
At Cleveland, Dutch Irwin, Bob Keeler and Biff Thompson were on hand to do the honors of the city. Dutch is still the smooth boy of our college remembrances. How any purchaser of canned goods can fail to fall for his cheery smile, I cannot understand. My only regret, as I took dinner with Bob in his fine new home, after being driven all over the city by Dutch, was that Marge was in Texarkana. However, I must admit that the children conducted themselves well in her absence. If Biff Thompson's home is any criterion of the real estate development which he has been taking part in, in Cleveland, I will admit that Cleveland will soon be some city. Biff certainly has a beautiful home. As most of you "know, he has quit the candy business and gone into the real estate development, having taken over a large tract from the Van Swerigans. They are moving into a new office in the new Terminal Power Building, where under the firm name of The Sykes and Thompson Company they will cordially welcome their friends.
In Detroit I was sorry to miss Tom Loughlin and Pete Vehmeyer, but my visit there was very short and I had to be content with messages from their secretaries that they were both actively engaged that afternoon in earning their living. The understanding is that Pete is Ryerson & Company's star salesman in Detroit and that Tom is likewise ranked with the General Office Equipment Corporation.
Of course it must be admitted at once that Chicago does happen to be the home of a number of very much alive Nineteen Eleveners who, like the crowd in New York and Boston, are always out to keep things going. Warren Agry and Ed Keeler of course are both very much on deck. Warren seems to be going strong in his new job with the Cosmopolitan, while Ed Keeler, in spite of the coal strike, was just leaving for a little vacation at Tryon. Of course Warren and Marian Agry have long ago proved themselves to be real entertainers to tramping classmates. Then also there is that Hastings family, and a fine bunch at that. Roily has got his new house new because of his disastrous fire a year or so ago —and they certainly are very pleasantly situated. Roily, by the way, is extending his business to include shampoo and hair tonic preparations, on the theory, I suppose, that they go with a Sanitex hair brush. But again, advertising is not supposed to be a part of this picture.
I missed seeing George Leach, as he was traveling for his health and otherwise, in Europe. It seemed good to see good old Jinks Morton and his wife at the concert. Jinks is now with the Ditto Corporation. Somebody said Slim Eaton was there, but there must have been something the matter with either him or me, because I did not see him. Bert Wheeler was kept away from the party by the recent death of his father.
At Milwaukee it surely was a delight for sore eyes to see Jack Ryan, and let me say right here that Jack is some boy in the old beer city. I spent most of the day with him, and as we traveled about the streets I remember seeing three or four people who did not know him. The "Hello, Jack's" were so frequent that I could not help noticing the few who passed him by.
It was particularly pleasant to be a guest at Dutch Uline's dinner party before the concert, in Minneapolis, as I was able to let his crowd of friends in on something they never knew before, viz: that Herbert's real name was Dutch. I expect that he will never invite me to another party. And then there was Bob Saxton, whom I had not seen since the end of his freshman year. Bob is certainly the most enthusiastic one-year Dartmouth man I ever knew, and they told me he was a regular attendant at all the functions of Dartmouth in the Twin City. Bob had his grown-up family along, and he is even ahead of Cap Hedges when it comess to producing grown-up girls.
You may also imagine my delight in finding that Cap Hedges had come to Minneapolis for some directors' meeting that day, so we sat around in the evening and had a long chin fest together. You may well believe Cap is the same old boy. I was sorry to miss Henry Horton, who had planned to drive up from Winona with his wife, but if you had seen the condition of the roads in that part of the country just then, you would have been as glad to excuse him as I was. By the way, Henry has a young son coming to Dartmouth shortly.
So far as I could make out, Russ Kimball was the king pin in the construction business in Colorado Springs. There is another old timer, who seems to have retained his youthful beauty during the 20 years that I have not seen him. As Russ drove me around the city I kept asking him if this was a street that he built, and he blushed and nodded yes. The blush was not due to the fact that the streets were not in good condition, however.
We certainly had a fine round-up in Denver, when Rick Castle met me in his new car. As a matter of fact, Rick can hardly get into his new car, he has taken on so much weight. Rick says he weighs 18S pounds, and I guess he is right. If you remember how long, lean, and lanky he was when going to Dartmouth College, you can appreciate what Denver has done for him. Rick says it certainly feels good to work all day long and not feel tired at night. One Monty Montgomery threw a fine dinner party, with Fred Long and his fine wife among the guests. Monty certainly has made good. Denver people report that he is an expert in his special field and is very highly regarded in the Navy Department. Monty seems to be enjoying the hospital life in Denver and is afraid he will be transferred shortly to the Philippines or elsewhere.
Our trip ended at Cincinnati, where Lew Sisson and Margaret did a real job in staging the first and best Dartmouth party that has ever been held in the city. Lew was told that it could not be done—that the only people who could present a creditable social function in Cincinnati were the Yale, Harvard, and Princeton crowds, but I judge that from now on they will talk about the Dartmouth crowd, because they seem to have exceeded the success of even the other groups. Of course Max Eaton was in strong on the party, too. Max is president of the Dartmouth Club there and I am ready to state that he is surely some afterdinner speaker. Max has recovered his health and is going strong again.
And thus endeth a most pleasant trip, where acquaintances were renewed with members of that notable gang of 1911.
Secretary, Hanover, N. H.
