CLASS OF 1920
A summer spent in poring over the nationwide press failed to bring in many returns from the class of 1920. On a certain Sunday in August the Boston Globe took two columns of prose and pictures to describe Almus Bussell's wedding, for which every soul in the town of Mason, N. H., turned out. Almus married Charlie Crathern's sister, but outside of that everything was extremely quiet on all fronts.
With the coming of fall things naturally are looking up a bit. Mel Merritt is up in Hanover, giving Head Coach Cannell first aid, and tutoring the largest crop of ends ever corralled in a single spot. Another sure sign of the season is the stirring of life around the Dartmouth Club of New York, which hopefully advertises '2O dinners as usual. Something really ought to be done about this situation. At the last of the spring dinners threeor maybe four—young enthusiasts gathered around the festive board; and Warrie Gault, generously feeling that some sort of bonus should be tendered these regulars, held out the promise of a free airplane ride for each and all. A 1 Cate, now a seasoned air-traveler, took advantage of the offer the following Saturday.
However, to return to the subject of pictures in the papers, perhaps we are not as badly off as it seemed at first glance. The Boston Olobe has written Secretary Cate, asking for copies of all class reports, with portraits if possible, "on account of the prominence of Dartmouth College men in Boston and New England," said the Globe, undoubtedly thinking of Dynamite Gus Sonnenberg. Gus started on another swing around the U. S. recently to meet all comers, after first depositing Plestina, the TrustBuster, in the lap of Mr. Bill Cunningham, who was sitting peacefully at the ringside with his typewriter on his knees. It seems that Plestina had been champing on the side-lines for something like five years, waiting for a crack at the champion, only to find at the crucial moment that he had been wasting his time.
Of course, whenever A 1 Osborn's picture isn't on the front page, that's news. Every so often one or another of the metropolitan dailies dusts off the well-worn cut and punches it into a position of prominence. Latest to come across was the Herald Tribune with a long story at the time of the City Trust mess in New York, telling how A 1 discovered which of the Ferraris signed which checks and what the whole thing was all about, anyway.
Then there's always Tommy Thomson. Feg Murray, sports artist of the Sun, drew some more pictures of Tommy, stretched out straight across a couple of hurdles, not so very long ago.
Past President and Prestidigitator Carl Newton not only has turned author himself, with a full-page special feature article in an issue of the Sunday Tribune to his credit, but he is also the subject of considerable press notice as a member of the lawyers' committee formed to defend persons arrested under the Jones Law. The committee is headed by Carl's associate, P. R. Coudert, another of the "six bright young men," and also probably the most youthful person yet nominated for district attorney by the undaunted Republicans of New York city.
Cy Rounseville is featured prominently in the New York alumni bulletin, which pictures him to the life as he appeared on last winter's Caribbean cruise. Cy is here referred to as "Sweet Papa Joe Ringling Rounseville, the jefe de bomberos of Fall River, Mass., in whose honor the fire departments of Kingston, Jamaica, and Havana were called out." All of which is much too deep for us.
Ben Pearson himself would fill up a lot of room, if they put him in the papers, but the Boston Post had space for a picture of his father's snuff mill at Byfield, Mass., which Ben helps to operate. It appears that the townspeople of Byfield rose up in arms last May, when a proposal to dam the Parker river, on which the mill stands, threatened to make an end to the 50-year-old industry. Where the snuff goes we couldn't say, but Ben's factory turns out 300,000 pounds of it a year. It is the only snuff mill left in New England, and very likely the only one in the world producing sweet-smelling, wintergreen- flavored snuff.
There has been some outcry against our special bulletin of last June to the effect that A 1 Haas led a maid to the "alter." With due apology for this and other misspellings, we are pleased to give the particulars in full: Mr. George Albert Haas was married in New York on Saturday, the first of June, to Miss Mary Ann Kolar.
If you've heard any of the following, stop us. Ralph Whitney, erstwhile headmaster at Henniker, N. H., High School, is now headmastering at Peterboro High in the same state, home of the MacDowell Colony, the Denishawn Dancers, and other artistic cults. Last spring Ralph had the colossal courage to lead a detachment of Henniker's class of 1929 to D. C., "via Boston, New York, and Philadelphia," as the newspapers reported the adventure.
H. B. Phillips, former managing director of General Motors, Japan, was a spring visitor in New York to attend the managing directors' conference.
Mary Frances Dearborn, aspiring young daughter of Hank Dearborn, first saw the light of day on April 10 last.
With the engineers: S. F. Calhoun swells the West Coast contingent as auditor for the Southwestern Engineering Corporation at Los Angeles. Horace Masse, formerly with Butler Brothers, is now supervising something or other for the Western Electric Company at Kearney, N. J. Howie Hitchcock carries on in a highly technical sounding job at Rochester, as industrial engineer in the department of industrial economy at the Eastman Kodak Plant.
Among the big gas-and-oil men Charlie McGoughran represents Mr. Sinclair's Refining Company in Atlanta, Ga., while Jack Allenberg is agent for the Texas Company in Spokane, Wash.
Louis Schlobohm has succeeded Art Hale as Twenty's farthest southerner by locating himself at Cristobal, Canal Zone. Jim Stark is now in control of a chain shoe store for Montgomery Ward in Baltimore. Herb Mills, airport manager, will be on hand to receive you any time you flop your plane down at Brainard Field, the municipal airport for Hartford, Conn.
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