CLASS OF 1919
Rock Hayes, one of our spies in the Boston sector, has sent us a clipping from the Boston Herald. There is a picture which shows a large expanse of pure white forehead over a stern and rock-bound face. This is labeled, "People you ought to know—No. 40—Louis W. Munro." The story is in the Horatius Alger manner, and tells of Louie's lowly start as just a Dartmouth graduate like you and me; how he worked his way up to the head of Doremus and Company in Boston; and how this human dynamo of ambition, still not satisfied, struggled on to his crowning achieve- ment—that of owning the Pyramid, the only ship's model in Boston built entirely of ivory above the deck. Here we find Louie at only 33. It is hard to see what can lie ahead, but the article implies subtly that he has only started.
Stub Stoughton has been transferred from Seattle, Wash., to Richmond, Va. We would be inclined to consider this quite a break, what with the winter season almost upon us now.
John (Rubber Plant) Murphy has transferred his efforts for U. S. Rubber from the Cambridge plant to that at Naugatuck, Conn.
The Proud Popper Club reports the following new developments: Fred Balch—a daughter born June 5; Jack Reilly—a baby girl; Don Eldredge—a son, Charles Lippincott, born March 27.
Mai Drane, who holds the coat in the back while Champ Clements shows you how well it fits in front, spent a few days in the country at the Stew Russells'. It is reported that Mai took a friend along to debauch with Stew through the long evenings so that he could lick him soundly at golf the following day. Moral—never give a clothier an even break.
John Chipman, who is responsible for the photography shown on another page in connection with the reunion report, wrote in to say that he is soon heading west for a short trip and expects to see a few of the boys along the way.
We met Louis Stone at lunch in Huyler's the other day, and after eating dropped into Drane and Rand's to watch him pick out some black silk pajamas. Louie claims these are absolutely essential to the young man about town who is to have any standing.
The papers tell daily of Jack Cannell's efforts to get together a football team in Hanover. By the time this is published we will have some idea of what luck he is having. Personally we are betting he does a good trick.
Doc Haehnlen is at Mt. McGregor, N. Y., recovering from a persistent illness. We express for the class the hope that he will be on his feet again soon with more of the old fight than ever.
A. Courtney Parker has become superintendant of schools in Chelsea, Vt.
Bob Paisley is in his new home in Garden City, L. I. We were down recently to inspect the place, and it is O.K. except that the horseshoe pitching field is still a little rough.
Hawker Hawks, who has been very sick for the past couple of years, is living in Shrewsbury, Mass., and rapidly getting the old pep back again. He reports one boy, who will be, he hopes, an applicant for entrance with the class of 1943.
Batch Batchelder and Harriet are learning anagrams these quiet fall evenings and showing a little progress.., Howie Cole, the Boston barrister, writes in to say that he could not make Commencement because of sickness, but that after reading our report he felt as if he had been there in person. This is the furthest point north yet reached in way of appreciation.
One calm day this past August we descended on Centerville, Mass., to spend a day or two of our vacation. The first person we saw was Rock Hayes, who showed us the many advantages of the Cape in such satisfactory manner that we were still there two weeks later. Rotten as he is, we were obliged to take several golf lessons from him, and we accepted the hospitality of his summer home to our fullest capacity.
Bill McCarter spent the summer private yachting a few undergraduates around the Greek Islands. He says this is very tough work. However he gained ten pounds by shunning exercise, as only Bill can, and after he lost his hat couldn't help getting sunburned, so the impression around Hanover is that he got very healthy. This Bill says is a lie. While in Florence he ran into Jack Fornacca, who is the manager of the American Express there. He says his short visit with Jack was made pleasanter by adventures of a sort which go to stamp Florence as one of the better places in Italy.
Stecher after Commencement, still looking for further punishment, went out to the Coast to investigate all the gross exaggerations which Ted Townsend was letting loose throughout Commencement. He found nothing extraordinary on the whole Coast except the mode of living of one Freddie McCrea. Fred has a ten-room apartment with several swank servants and Spanish antique furniture. The class officers have been asked to appoint a committee to investigate just what a baldheaded bachelor is doing with a tenroom apartment.
Rabbi Raible reports from Cleveland and environs. His first item, which mentions a meeting with Spider Martin, Red McCleery, Jim Wilson, and two other blimps named the Los Angeles and Graf Zeppelin, is entirely too confusing to try to reproduce here. Some of the other items follow:
"Lou Cody and the VanSweringens are very busy developing Cleveland. (This seems a step in the right direction.)
"Eddie Malz, who runs our street cars, recently took untb himself a wife, and appears to be standing up well. This despite a wild bachelor dinner, which became so vivid in its merrymaking that the groom departed early in terror.
"Bob Stecher is still looking at bugs through microscopes, and on the side appears to be a very successful real estate operator. At a Dartmouth clambake last Saturday, however, Bob seemed to be slipping a little, not nearly reaching his Commencement form.
"Mike Godman was here recently from Columbus, and showed the boys at the Westwood Country Club how golf is played, no fooling. Mike is now nearly twice the size he was when he left college, appears affluent and happy, and apparently the world has treated him well.
"Norm Jeavons keeps right on day after day, year after year, being the life of the party.
"Spider Martin throws some light on the utterly confused report of Raible's meeting with him. He says that Rabbi appeared but briefly. He had been out helping the crew of the Los Angeles blow up the blimp and had swallowed some helium gas or something. He left promising to bring back the Los Angeles, the Graf Zeppelin, and the crews of both ships, provided the Zeppelin would stop at Cleveland.
Bill McMahon has left Boston, and is moving his furniture and five Kiddie Kars over to New York, which reminds us that Bill is chairman of the board of the Proud Poppers Club. He buys Cream of Wheat for five hungry mouths—three boys and two girls. If this is not the record, we would like to hear from the guy who can beat it.
Incidentally we are starting a register of all 1919 offspring. We feel that we should have this so we may know whom to notify in case of casualties at reunions or other class parties. Send in their names and the dates of their birth at once. This will automatically make you a member of the Proud Poppers Club, and will get you a great many special privileges in class affairs.
Phil Bird writes down from Boston the following items:
"Mose Friedberg is selling insurance to the big halibut and mackerel men who go down to the sea in ships from Gloucester.
"Harry Hall, now known as 'Caterpillar,' just made membership in the club of that name. He made Langley Field in one jump, and the parachute opened O.K.
"Louis Munro is the mystery of the summer. He has not been seen at any of the beaches, has not been playing golf, nor has he been seen at Boston's best roadhouses. Yet he is all tired out and looks much the worse for wear. Boston is all agog.
"Jim Davis (this says Phil) is pretty proud of his golf, but Rock Hayes says that his wife, Alice Earl, had to give him strokes this summer playing syndicates at Bass River."
This last item from Bird is of course nothing but a malicious lie. It is a source of deep regret to us that a man with no more integrity than Bird has should be elected an officer of our class. What he should have said, had he been man enough to tell the truth, is that Alice Earl should have given us strokes.
Your class news will appear regularly in the Alumni Magazine. Haveyou renewed your subscription?
Secretary, R. F. D. 37, South Norwalk, Conn.
