DARTMOUTH ALUMNI ASSOCIATION OF THE PACIFIC COAST

It was a grand good party that was had at "Rancho Tularcitos" in Carmel, California, last fall. Rancho Tularcitos means "Bill" Wright '18 and to him goes THE credit for the enjoyable two-day stay of the alumni of Northern California in the beautiful Carmel Valley.

In we flocked from all directions about 6 o'clock in the afternoon, Saturday. Where to leave our bags, was the question. Some preferred to pick the choice beds in the ranch house. Many didn't care where their bags went—they stuck close to the bunk

house. But the real he-men of the outfit chose the straw stack in the barn in spite of the stickers which can travel up your spine faster than fleas.

At 8 P. M. we were called into a real ranch dinner and by-the-way a

birthday event for "Bill" Wright. Then the card parties (which turned out as usual) and college days reunions started. At midnight some went to bed, but we all stayed awake longer. Congestion resulted in the bunk house and they found too many bags had been left there, so a few '18 men slept under the trees.

In the morning we all got up early except Spokesfield '10 who was under Dr. Washburn's orders of "breakfast in bed." That ranch breakfast! Melon, coffee, bacon, biscuits and jam, cereal with real cow's cream served in a quart jug. Say, I can't remember anything like it since I left the old farm in Maine.

The day was hot and we all turned to for the sports. Soon the shirts came off exhibiting such forms as Dartmouth produces Dr. Bowler would have been surprised. I wonder how many of us check our physical development after college as it is checked during our four years in college? Who would get the cup for greatest improvement? Can you beat this one? When Fred Stripp took off his shirt one man Ssked me if that was "Moose" Englehorn. Well, the games went on, horse shoes, football and baseball. Jim Townsend was a good referee, but called a few too many foul balls. "We are too near the

barn," says "Fat" Prescott. Sports served their purpose—to get hot

then we turned to for a swim. "Bill" had just completed a dam which im- pounded some of the coldest spring water, exactly like the little pond at Moose Cabin in November. Stripp won again. Excuse my referring to him again, but it is remarkable the

way he stood up against those stickers in the straw; that hot sun, that cold water, and then he drove that Hudson home.

We dried off and filed into the woods (Frenchmen take note) where the real occasion took place, the Barbecue, steaks broiled over the hot coals, hot sauce a la Spanish and rolls. "Hoppy" knows how we looked there, for two years ago he was present with the familiar smile smothered with a steak from ear to ear. We regretted that "Hoppy" could not be with us again this time.

Fraternities sometimes play an important part at such events—Smith could not be present so Bill presented his representative, ask one who was there for details. After the feed and a little music and Spanish dancing the photographers worked out. You see in the top row one of Prescott's sons (soon to enter Dartmouth,) Flint '24, Hewes '24, Townsend '23, Shaw '23, Brooks '22, Almon '22, Baldwin '19, Townsend '19, Frothingham '12. Then in the front row (left to right) Conlon '18, Ellis '18, Mudgett '18, Livingston '15 "D" Balmacaan Washburn '14, Englehorn '14 and directly in front "Bill" Wright '18, Butler '12 and between the two ladies the class of 1910 Wilkinson, Prescott, and Spokesfield ("Wilk" won the dance), next Stripp '08, Post 'OS, McWhood Hon., Townsend '94, and down front "Dartmouth" adopted for the occasion from far away Spain. I regret that I did not get Flint 'BO and Milliken '87 in the picture next to Jim Townsend. McCrea '19 and Stoddard '18 were seeing our guest Hiestand '10 away to the train for Los Angeles at the time the scene was snapped, and of course I wouldn't be in the picture the photographer never is.

In closing let me say to those who knew (the rest should get acquainted with him) "Bill" Wright, he hasn't changed in the least unless it is to the good. He is a splendid host and one of the finest MEN that ever praised the name of DARTMOUTH. You are invited to drop off and see him at his new ranch in Deeth, Nevada.

At the Barbecue