Class of 1921

Under the expert and able guidance of Doug Storer, the 1921 gang in the New York area had one of the most successful parties in its history on March 19. And though you who are not dwelling in commuting distance of Times Square may not believe it, the party was staged in Hoboken, N. J., the town on which the vaudeville actors used to like to hang their jokes. We say used to, for since Christopher Morley started his stock company in the old Rialto Theater over there, Hoboken has become something else again. In fact this year if you haven't journeyed across the Hudson to see the Morley troupe play Dion Boucicault's grand old melodrama, of the vintage of 1868, "After Dark, or Neither Maid, Wife, nor Widow," you just haven't seen all the Metropolitan district has to offer. And keeping up with what's what as always, the class had a theater party at this show.

Thanks to that good Dartmouth man, Art Wyman, who is technical director for the Morley outfit, we had box seats, so were right close up to hiss the villain and cheer for the lovely heroine to our hearts' content, and believe it or not, one does just those things before the curtain has been up very long. It's the nearest thing to an evening at the Nugget we've struck since we shook the dust of Hanover from our shoes.

The theater party was preceded by a dinner at the near-by Grand Hotel in Hoboken. The high light of this part of the evening was the dramatic entrance of Bandy Lowe when the meal was about half over. He arrived slightly breathless, but he arrived, which was the main thing, seeing as just a short time before he had served as best man at his brother's wedding at a church way out in Flatbush, which isn't exactly next door to Hoboken. One report was that about half way through the marriage ceremony Bandy nearly broke up the party by suddenly stepping forward and saying, "Say, parson, I'm sorry, but you're taking too long. I've got to get to a Dartmouth party over in Hoboken. Here's the ring. Now go to it. Marry 'em." This was denied by Bandy, but he did state, "If it had been my own wedding, I'd have had it postponed."

The others out at the dinner were Rog Bird, Coot Carder, Bill Alley, Ort Hicks, Skinny Moore, Red Kerlin, Ernie Wilcox, Herb Jagels, Jack Hubbell, Rex King, who had Mrs. King along to join in the fun, Tex Kouns, Oky O'Connor, Frank Taylor, Sumner Perkins, Jim Wicker, Cliff Hart, Bob Loeb, Tracy Higgins, Larry Nardi, Doug, and ye Sec. Then Joe Lane, who was in New York at the time on one of his trips up from Chattanooga, showed up at the theater with a young lady in tow. In addition the crowd was further augmented by Sherry Baketel and Mrs. Baketel. And by the way this lad Sherry shows more good judgment than we've ever credited to any member of 1920 before, for he becomes a Twenty-oner on more than one occasion.

After the show was over all but the Westchester commuters moved across the street to a night club for further festivity, but as ye Sec happens to be a Westchester commuter, we'll have to leave the finale of the evening to your imagination.

During the dinner we got a chance to interview Ort on his trip to the near West and Southwest. Here's the dope.

In Cleveland he saw El Fisher, who is now the purchasing agent for the Fisher Brothers' grocery chain, one of the largest mercantile organizations in Cleveland.

His next stop was Detroit, where he saw three other Twenty-oners, Ky Frost, Joe Vance, and George Forman. He reports Ky is coming along at a great clip, being merchandising manager of the children's wear department of the leading department store in Detroit and one of the largest stores of its kind in the whole country. Joe is making great strides as a lawyer, and George is helping his dad keep their lumber business in the front rank.

Ort reports little luck at meeting up with the gang in Chicago, but he did have at least a telephone conversation with Bill Embree.

Moving down to St. Louis, Ort saw Don Sawyer, who is still connected with the St. Louis office of the American Thread Company.

He then went on to Oklahoma, Texas, and Arizona without meeting any members of Dartmouth's best class, but on his way back he stopped in New Orleans to visit Bob and Mrs. Elsasser. And the word he brings back of Bob's success at Tulane University should certainly be gratifying to every Twenty-oner. He says Bob has been made a full professor in the Economics Department at Tulane, and is rapidly becoming one of the most popular profs on the campus. They've given Bob plenty of rope down there, and instead of doing the traditional thing and hanging himself, he's succeeded in making his course one the students clamor to get in. Whereupon the secretarial lid is doffed thrice in the direction of New Orleans.

Heading back North and East, Ort stopped in Indianapolis long enough to see Alex Thomson, and from there journeyed on to Columbus, where he tried unsuccessfully to see Ken Sater. Ort tried to tell me that Ken was so busy chasing the ambulances that though he waited in the Sater law offices for more than an hour, he could not locate him. Whereupon, as a fellow member of the grand and honorable Alumni Association of 14 Hitchcock, we beg to state that on this one occasion Prexy Hicks is all wet, and that the true facts are that Attorney Sater was busy with the affairs of at least a bank president.

In Pittsburgh Ort located Francis Foster, the bed manufacturer, and he reports Frank well and thriving.

On his return to New York Ort took up a new line of work. As strange as it seems to have Ort connected with any line except cameras, our genial leader has deserted his first love and is now connected with the firm of F, H. Korff and Company, Inc., at 225 West 34th St. This concern markets securities based on oil royalties, and Ort is selling the securities for them. This is a field little known and little touched on in the East, Ort reports, and he feels there is a great future ahead in it. It has long been a thriving business in the oil country, Ort says, and the East is just waking up to it. He enters this new work with a world of enthusiasm, and certainly he has the best wishes of the whole class behind him.

It was reported at the Hoboken dinner that Bill Terry had deserted Chicago for New York, being now the Eastern manager for the Kellogg group of railway employees' magazines with offices in the Vanderbilt Avenue building on East 42d St. Bill is living in his wife's old home town out on Long Island, Rockville Center.

It was also stated at the dinner that Bob Kendall had left the lumber export business, with which he had been connected in Portland, Oregon, to move to Manila, where he will spend the next three years working for one of the Pacific steamship companies.

Another item gleaned at the party was that Newell Smith was a bridegroom, having recently married a sister of Ken Harvey in Wellesley Hills, Mass.

Word has come East from Seattle that Dr. "Bumpus" Ridlon, last heard of as serving as an interne at Bellevue Hospital in New York, had made the jump from one coast to the other, and was now located with offices at 459 Stimson Building, Seattle.

Gordon Shepherd has sent in a new address as care of the Hill Motor Sales Company at Oak Park, 111.

This jumping out to the Pacific coast is proving popular. "We recently received the following letter from Jake Garfein:

"The American Bosch Magneto Corporation at Springfield, Mass., recently decided that I would be an asset to their branch here in San Francisco, and so after a short deliberation I decided to move to Sunny California. 'Sunny California' in Frisco is not what we think back East—but that's another story.

"I'm in the general sales end here, and have charge of all orders and service west of the Rockies and in the Orient. I'm living at the Y. M. C. A. here for the present, but expect the family out here, possibly this coming summer or in the fall."

We've just learned of a tragedy that befell Jack Means last winter, when he lost his four year old daughter, Miss Patricia Joan Means, the little girl succumbing to pneumonia at their home in Ashland, Ky.

It is with deep regret that we have to announce the sudden death of "Buck" Freeman during March, which takes from our ranks a man of wide popularity and a host of friends. The obituary is carried in another part of the MAGAZINE in this issue.

Secretary,7 Lotus Road, New Rochelle, N. Y,