CLASS OF 1914
You never can tell where the lightning is going to strike. Last month we took a shot in the dark at Sig Larmon, hoping to start up some news from Philadelphia. We missed Sig but the shot took effect on good old Red Davidson with the following results:
"Noticed that in the February issue you complained of not hearing from Philly, and that you were looking to Sig Larmon to send in some hot news. Sig' is now earning his bread and butter in New York, and has been temporarily hanging his hat at the Dartmouth Club. I believe that he will officially move to the big city on or about March 1. His going, needless to say, is a great loss to. the Philadelphia Alumni Association, as he is our vice-president and has been most active in local alumni affairs. Philadelphia's loss will, however, be New York's gain.
"This leaves Gum Sargent and yours truly as the only Eourteeners located here. Jess Stillman in Wilmington is a close neighbor, but I only see him at our annual dinner. I see Fred Weed occasionally when business takes me to Harrisburg. Fred is doing nicely as chief engineer for some construction outfit in Penn's capital city.
"I attended the annual Thayer School dinner in New York the middle of January, and can report seeing the following: Fred Weed from Harrisburg; Ed Elkins from Springfield; Dike Saville from Chapel Hill, N. C.
"Elkins drove down from Springfield, leaving there at noon and reaching New York in time for the dinner at 6:30. He left for Springfield at the conclusion of the dinner, and expected to arrive back in Springfield at four in the morning. This night driving is nothing new for Elk, for many times while in college he hopped the midnight freight for his home in Laconia. Old Al had nothing on Elk when it came to riding the bumpers.
"Probably Dike Saville is not so well known to most Fourteeners as he is to the Thayer School crowd. Dike came to Dartmouth after graduating from Harvard to take the Thayer School course, and was enrolled in our class as a senior. He is now professor of civil engineering at the University of North Carolina, has written a great many articles on hydraulics for engineering magazines, and is doing very well in his chosen profession.
"Gum Sargent never shows up at any Dartmouth affairs except the annual dinner, so I am unable to give you much dope concerning him. Believe he is still in the insurance business."
Red's reference to Dike Saville calls to mind a situation which should shame many of us whose privilege it was to spend four joyous years in Hanover. An appeal to such as Dike and Lee Spore always meets with most hearty response and cooperation. Too many of us who take our Dartmouth as a matter of course could do well to take a leaf from the books of these two splendid chaps who were with us for so short a time.
In another column of this issue you will read of the death of our friend and fellow classmate Morris White on January 24. The loss of the comradeship of this quiet, unassuming, and lovable fellow will be keenly felt. Our deepest sympathy goes to his widow.
Chuck Kingsley, your Secretary's old reliable and always faithful source of class gossip, is on the job as usual. His contributions are always interesting and the breezy style of their composition always makes them enjoyable reading, so we reprint his latest in full:
"The last two monthly dinners (third Wednesday of the month) of the New York Fourteeners have brought long absent faces back to the festive board. At the December meeting Carroll Edson came from no man's land west of the Hudson river—Jersey City, to be specific—and told of his interesting experiences in Boy Scout activities. Carroll has a big job in Jersey, for like everything else over there the Boy Scout movement was handicapped by petty politics, and he has the task of repairing faulty foundations.
"Ted Lavin was in town at the time of the January meeting and was a welcome visitor. At latest reports he is making a heavy winter of it at Bermuda.
"George Elihu Briggs, back from Horseneck Beach for a few days, looking better than he has in several years, dropped in for a few kind words. He had a Harvard man in tow, and couldn't sit in the elegant poker game that followed the festivities.
"Bill Breslin, the advertising man from the big collar town, Troy, N. Y., stayed over from an engineering dinner held the night before. Bill was glad to see the boys and the boys were glad to see him. He got into a bridge game, and the cards and refreshments together put him in a never again frame of mind. We hope he thinks better of it.
"Another advertising star, Sig Larmon, has
shot from the constellation N. W. Ayer of Philly to that of Young and Rubicam of New York. Sig was present with bells on both at the dinner and the card session.
"Walt Humphrey tore himself away from his beautiful models long enough to have a 'wee doch an' doris' with the gang.
"Jay D. Runkle, famous Dayton entrepreneur, was in town, and took a lesson in metropolitan gastronomy and hilo stud. Unfortunately he had to leave early.
"Ernie Learoyd slipped the hymeneal noose long enough to make himself one of the party, and stuck around until it broke up. A profitable evening for Ernest.
"Paul Hazelton was running an aviator's banquet at the Grand Central Palace the same evening, but two dinners are easy for a thin man like Paul, and he took 'em both without a quiver.
"Billy Wolf, who found the Hanover winters a bit too rugged, came back to the dinner to renew old associations.
"Mart Remsen and the writer were also present.
"Bob Hopkins, who has been traveling extensively for Victor, has made a new connection this time with Kolster Radio at 39 Broadway,—and when last heard of was trying to catch a train for Chicago.
"Good old Jack Field, who was always in keen competition with String Howe and Rocky Flanders for the award of thinnest man in college, has kicked through with a welcome letter from Cleveland to correct an error on the part of your New York correspondent. It seems that the shy and retiring Luther Pattee retired from the Hotel Prince George some time ago, and that Paul Gould is now extending the hand of greeting to Dartmouth registrants of that royal hostelry. (Adv.) Jack doesn't say where Pat is, but we presume he is in Cleveland or thereabouts. Business is picking up with the J. H. Field Coal Company, but we suggest a side line of oil burners for safety's sake. Gus Fuller, Chick Chase, and Jack enjoyed a call from the peripatetic Ev Barnard in January, and from all accounts a good old fashioned 'league' was in session during the visit. Cleveland doesn't seem to catch many '14ers, though Rubber Floyd is reported as a caller last November on his way back from Los Angeles, his home for the past eight years. Rubber, father of three splinters from the old billet, looks so young that Jack was able to ring him in as an undergraduate. That California climate! If any of the boys get into Cleveland, don't forget to call Jack Field in the Leader Building. Paste it in your hat.
"Dan Chase, the bard of Holliston, has tough luck with titles. 'Hardy Rye' started out as 'Winter Rye', but just as it went to press a blooming 'Winter Wheat' was announced, compelling a last minute change. A thrilling mellerdramer called 'Road's End' has beaten Danny to his best loved title for his latest novel. Bobbs-Merrill has decided to name it 'Pines of Jaalam,' and it ought to be on your favorite bookstall by the time you read this.
"The writer was shocked to learn on January 26 of the death of his old roommate Morris White, and barely had time to get over to Plymouth church in Brooklyn to attend the funeral services. Morris, married hardly two years, died of pneumonia in Pleasantville, N. Y., on January 24. Always quiet and unassuming, he was in life a thorough gentleman, an unselfish friend, and a loyal Dartmouth man.
"The '14 table at the annual alumni banquet at the Biltmore on January 29 was packed to capacity, and an overflow shared a table with 1912. Quite a number of the boys who had been in hiding were encouraged to come out into the open—Dick Barlow, Dwight Conn, Jeff Beals, Ellsworth Buck, John Paducah Palmer, Marshall Picken, Charlie Crandall, Baldy Baldwin, and Henry Koelsch were shrinking violets who stopped shrinking and decided to expand in the social fellowship of our greatest annual gathering.
"Fred Davidson, who will have another boy or girl in his family by the time you read this, Enders Voorhees, Bill Hands, Walt Humphrey, King Learoyd, Carroll Edson, Mart Remsen, and your correspondent made up the balance of the group. As usual, and according to biblical precedent and Irish bulls, the lost sheep were the lions of the party. We saw the Dartmouth news reel and the appearance of Red Loudon drew a greater cheer from our gang than the score of the Harvard hockey game drew from the entire meeting. The spirit and enthusiasm displayed promise an immensely successful Seskwee. Everyone wants to know more about the Reunion. Maybe some of the committees might do well to adopt our motto."
The most important is saved for the last. By the time you read these lines the second issue of the Class Bulletin will have been mailed to all members of the class in good or bad standing. In it we have outlined the program for that finest and fastest party ever staged in Hanover—Fourteen's Fifteenth.
June is not far away, and it is high time that we get an expression of opinion from the members of the class who plan to take in this great party. If you have not already done so, please send in the questionnaire that is enclosed. Your committees have wonderful imaginations, in fact that is why they were so chosen, but to guess that John Piane wears a size 46 coat and Moose Englehorn's waist measures 28 inches is beyond their abilities. Please do your share in making this party a big success by letting the committees know where you fit in the picture.
Secretary, 159 Devonshire St., Boston
