CLASS OF 1914
Bob Munson has moved from Albany, N. Y., to Dover, Del., where he now operates the Munson Supply Company, who act as manufacturers' representatives. Dover is a pretty little town bordering the state of Maryland. Its principal product is marriage on short notice.
Page Junkins has emigrated East, and now receives his mail at 92 Hope St., Stamford, Conn.
Roger Eice has closed his Boothbay real estate office after a successful season, and is back in Boston with his winter connection, Silver, Burdett, and Company, manufacturers of text-books.
Jim Gould is now greeting his friends at the Prince George Hotel in New York.
Doug MacCartee has forsaken the chickens, to be more explicit, the poultry business, and is now principal of the Valley Falls High School, Valley Falls, N. Y.
Walton Parker can be seen at the Plaza Hotel in New York.
Burrell Wright, who answered to the name of Pete while in college, is a busy barrister in Indianapolis, where he is a member of the firm of White and Wright.
Doc Carleton, who brought his trumpet to Hanover from the Plymouth Rock, is still an artist. Instead of expressing his artistry through the medium of the silvery notes of the cornet, he writes all the serials for Fortune Story Magazine. Let's hark back to those good old days when Doc and Clyf Chandler, clad in the old college band uniforms, stood on the steps of Commons coaxing beautiful music from the trumpet and trombone respectively. Except for the bass drum, the tambourine, and the red bands on the caps, they might easily have been mistaken for the well-known Salvation Army.
"Al" Richmond is gradually going cosmopolitan in the Big City. He writes: "The job progresses. I like it, and haven't had any serious setbacks yet. Writing copy for a bulletin has been the hardest job, and editing technical lectures the next. Perhaps I should have put 'getting exercise' at the head of the list. The club is fine, although there are only a few whom I know. Those few are worth waiting for, though. Last week it was my old roommate, Hal Taylor, who is taking a short course in the Post-Graduate Hosptial prior to making new headquarters with Aetna Life in Hartford. He will be settled up there in a few weeks now. Hal was here for the class supper on the 16th, and was greeted by Mart Remsen, En Voorhees, Chuck Kingsley, Hal Pease, Fred Davidson, and yours truly. King Learoyd was in later. Dartmouth-Columbia was a good game, though I don't believe Cannell had to uncover a thing. By some great good luck, my ticket was two rows back of Red Davidson, Sig Larmon, and Stickle. I didn't see any others from '14. One of my last season's students did come up to say hello, and it was a relief that he didn't bring a club."
The class dinner on the evening preceding the Harvard game was the best we have ever held. Ducky Drake and Ken Fuller provided an unusually fine and interesting entertainment in the showing of the movies of the "Seskwee." An unusually fine supper was served at the Parker House, and it was voted unanimously to hold the meeting there next year. The following were present: Ted Lavin, Sam Cole, Pen Aborn, Ernie Kimball, Doc Saeger, Clyde Buckley, Red Howes, Phil Palmer, Clyf Chandler, Ed Leech, Jim Gregg, Ken Fuller, John Burleigh, Ducky Drake, Roge Rice, Win Snow, Squint Herlihy, Bill Taft, Rudy Lenz, Harold Brown, and Hod Potter.
At the Harvard game the Fourteeners were too numerous to mention. We were assigned our usual seats in Section One just abaft the goal line. Something just ought to be done about that! However, all but one of Dartmouth's touchdowns were made right in front of us, so I suppose we can't kick too strenuously.
The Secretary missed the usual shot from New York this month. Chuck Kingsley has been busily engaged out West in the interests of his new connection, Ingersoll-Rand, and accordingly had no time for reportorial duties. And speaking of Chuck, reminds me of a telephone conversation between Ed Leech and one of Chuck's progeny, which ran something like this:— Leech: "Is this the residence of Charles Kingsley?" Answer: "Yes." Leech: "Is Mr. Kingsley home?" Answer: "No." Leech: "Where is he?" Answer: "I don't know." Leech: "Is your father Charles Kingsley, the lawyer?" Answer: "I don't know." Leech: "Did your father go to Dartmouth College?" Answer: "You bet your life he did."
Red Loudon was in the East for the Harvard and Yale games. We missed seeing him but picked up some news just the same.
Red reports a visit from Forrest Blood, who is teaching advertising at the University of Nebraska. He was in Minneapolis attending a laundry owners' convention for the purpose of picking up the latest wrinkles to pass on to his classes.
Paul Brown has opened his own investment house in Minneapolis under the name of Paul Brown and Company, with offices in the Rand Tower.
Sam Sheldon is still interested in the firm of David P. Jones and Company, investments, insurance, and real estate.
Nate Farwell is poultry farming in the outskirts of Minneapolis.
Several new faces were seen at the monthly dinner of the class of 1914 at the Dartmouth Club in New York on October 16. A1 Richmond and Hal Taylor were the new-comers. Hal was taking a short course at the Polyclinic Hospital preliminary to his assuming new duties with the Aetna Insurance people in Hartford, Conn. He is leaving his professorship at the University of Vermont, and expects to be very happy in his new association.
A1 Richmond, who resigned from the faculty at Thayer School last June, is now assistant secretary of the American Society of Civil Engineers, and, as was to be expected, is as busy as a hen with ducks on the new job.
After the dinner and while the class bever- age was furnishing a background for the discussion, some meddlesome person flung the topic of water-power into the conversation. Bill Hands, Enders Voorhees, Fred Davidson, and A1 Richmond locked horns on this knotty problem, and when the meeting broke up there was still some doubt as to whether water-power or steam would ever be able to satisfy all the requirements of the United States.
Phil Harvey was unable to be present, because of the fact that the oil truck men were on a strike and he had to stand by at the offices of the Texas Company in order to be prepared for emergencies.
Chuck Kingsley and Hal Pease were present, as usual, but remained in the background keeping an observant eye on the others.
Mart Remsen left early. Mart had just celebrated his first anniversary of wedded bliss, and is not yet hardened to staying out late with the boys.
Ernie Learoyd came late, but soon caught up with the crowd, and at the finish had succeeded in cashing a check for Fred Davidson, and then by means of an ingenious little game extracting the proceeds thereof from the unhappy victim.
Dick Pritchard was in town the latter part of October on a deal whereby the Stanley Company acquired some rights which had hitherto been held by the Ingersoll-Rand Company. This transaction furnished an excellent excuse for Chuck Kingsley and Dick to have lunch together.
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