CLASS OF 1914
It's been a long time since the Seskwee, and much water has gone under the bridge since that most happy occasion. As might be expected, there is quite a bit of gossip to be passed along to the boys—and the girls. After considerable rummaging around through bureau drawers, waste baskets, and what not, we have unearthed the following tid-bits:
Chuck Kingsley, the jovial barrister from Platbush, recently associated with his father, is now advising the Ingersoll-Rand Company on matters of patents, trade-marks, copyrights, etc. (no divorces), and receives his mail at 11 Broadway, care of Chester A. Adee. We might add that Ingersoll-Rand deals largely in air compressors.
Unconfirmed rumor has it that Jim Healy is busily engaged in competition for a judgeship in Springfield. If successful, we hope he will attain a reputation equal to that of Judge Taft of Greenville (N. H.), whose slogan is "Jail for Drunken Drivers."
"Doc" Bullis is slowly migrating across New York state. Taking the journey in homeopathic doses, Glens Falls, Red Creek, Rochester, he has arrived at Buffalo, where he is executive secretary of the Buffalo Athletic Club. When news of "Doe's" new address reached us, a superficial reading led us to believe that he had become secretary of the Buffalo Y. M. C. A. Bill Slater's comment on this was, "You might tell the boys that I'm tending bar at the Providence Biltmore."
We clip the following from the DailyDartmouth of September 28: "Allan P. Richmond, formerly an assistant professor in the Thayer School, has been appointed assistant to the secretary of the American Society of Civil Engineers. He is located at the Engineering Societies building, West 39th St., New York city. Richmond was coach of the rifle team at Dartmouth at one time, and was very much interested in the work of the D. O. C. He left Dartmouth last June."
Another country heard from—Captain Alexander John Marshall Tuck is back in the States, and engaged in trade, specifically, the American Machine Foundry at 511 Fifth Ave., New York. The last we heard of Alex, he was entertaining Kid Claeys at the Caledonian Club, London.
Hugh Mackinnon is now at Laramie, Wyo. It was good to see him in Hanover after a protracted period in the West. Hugh is attracting a lot of very favorable comment from music lovers as a result of his publication of several compositions for the organ.
A long letter from the Philadelphia Alumni Association relative to the Navy game this fall carries the signature of Red Davidson as secretary. Red assures me that all Dartmouth men, and particularly all Fourteeners, will receive a royal welcome on that occasion.
On opening our Sunday paper, we find a likeness of Gordon C. Sleeper, vice-president and sales manager of the Temple Corporation, staring us in the face. Gordon has been touring the larger eastern cities in the interests of radio. We find he is said to have visited Boston recently, but have not been successful in locating anyone who saw him. Incidently, he is said to have sent a pot of Boston's Best to the mayor of Philadelphia. Be it true or otherwise, this stunt brought him means of publicity.
And our other radio magnate, Bob Hopkins, has paid us several visits. Bob lets us know he is around when he gets here. On his last visit, he caught Gus and Betty Fuller playing cards. It reminded him of the times when he and Gus and many Dekes used to shoot cold hands for chocolate bars (the devils!). Incidentally, Bob's mission in life is Kolster Radio.
And from the Far North comes news that Jess Willard is with Cushman-Hollis Company of Auburn, Me., makers of women's white shoes, if any. Jess is living at the Auburn Y. M. C. A. How's that!
Henry Koelsch sends in a new address at 55 Wall St., New York, which sounds to us like the National City Bank. Apparently the marts of Petrograd and London will miss our Henry.
Mart Remsen's new home will be ready soon. The following from the New York Club bulletin is unusually descriptive:— "A visit to Mr. Martin Remsen's new home in Garden City discloses a spare room which we surmise is for the use of the remaining young blood on occasion. A feature of the house is the Casino in the basement fitted with a ping pong and an ice box and sink." The Burleighs had a date with Mr. Martin Remsen and Kathleen to take in the Norwich game, but they couldn't make it, unfortunately.
Judge Taft of Greenville (N. H.) was a Boston visitor the other day, and aside from his usual tirade against the combination of rum and gasoline, Bill gave us another item of gossip—to wit, Hank Llewellyn is with the Sun Life of Canada in Chicago. Hank and Helen motored East this fall to attend a convention in Swampscott, and incidentally took in the Norwich game. The length of this trip is pretty substantial evidence that Helen is rapidly getting back her health, for which we are all thankful.
Gus Fuller has moved his family to Boston. Gus spends his evenings with Betty and his two offspring at 155 Woodward St., Newton Highlands. He is New England manager for the Jones-Laughlin Steel Corporation.
Chuck Kingsley, the old faithful of the class, as usual comes to the rescue with his share of the scandal. Herewith his latest gush:—
Alan Overton, who has suffered from writer's cramp for years and years, has recovered sufficiently to acknowledge congratulations on the arrival of a long awaited son and heir, Thomas Chalmers Overton, 2d. Alan has a smile a yard wide, and his golf has gone to the bow-wows since Tommy's arrival. Nothing like an arrival in the family to throw an ardent golfer off his stride. The bunkers soon grow more familiar than the fairways. There will have to be room in the class of '5O for 2d.
Mart Remsen, elated, happy, and grateful at the remarkable showing made by the class in the Alumni Fund drive, is quietly making hay in his law office, while his new home in Garden City nears completion. The only insect in his ointment is the fact that it will be finished in November, and he is never home in November, for he has to give the big green team his personal supervision throughout that critical month.
Phil Harvey, who missed the Seskwee because an unfeeling corporation suggested a sojourn in Texas at just the wrong time, is back in town and willing to stay. The Texas Company's oil is very refined, but it doesn't mix with drinking water, and the corn syrup substitute sold in Texas packs too much headache.
A 'phone call to Bill Hands' office elicited the news that he was out of town on his vacation. Further inquiry drew forth the information that he was in good health and has no additions to his family.
Fred Davidson's office reports that the greens at the Lake George golf courses are very fast this season. Fred has not caught up with enough of them to get back to his ladders. (Note:—The Davidson twinsFred and Red—make a splendid assortment of ladders and scaffolds, together with a sideline of hangman's accessories.)
Notice:—New York Fourteeners dine monthly at the Dartmouth Club on the third Wednesday of the month. Keep this in mind, and time your Gotham trips accordingly.
While in Hanover for the Norwich game we ran across only three of our class. Jack Conners, all the way from Bridgeport, came primarily to follow up a promising freshman, but as long as there happened to be a football game, decided to stick around.
Ev Barnard has joined the health crusade, being district sales manager for La Lasine. In case you do not know it, each and every one of us has eighty-odd square inches of surface on the interior of his mouth that need to be cleansed daily—hence La Lasine. So far this has nothing to do with "halitosis." There is no telling what Ev will be cooking up for us to become victims of.
"Buzz" Jones'writes from Albany that he has been connected with the New York Central for the past eight years in the purchase and stores department. Buzz will have been married ten years come next December, and has annexed a family of three children.
We are indebted to Page Junkins for the two items above. Page has been East all summer. His permanent address is still 814 North Euclid Ave., Oak Park, 111.
No visit to Hanover is complete without a visit to Fourteen headquarters in the Co-op. John Piane hasn't changed a bit, except possibly in the addition of a few wrinkles acquired as a result of the responsibility of becoming a father.
As an insert to this issue of the MAGAZINE you will find a letter from Herb Austin, which it is suggested you read and act accordingly. Herb is particularly desirous that the grease will be furnished to keep the wheels running smoothly. So kick in with the grease.
Secretarys 159 Devonshire St., Boston
